She ran with the darkness like a black pantera, panther media, media de la it's prey she ran.
She kept pace with them knowing her precious daughter was in the car, it only made her chase after them faster, yet like any other human her stamina was winding down she needed a ride.
It took a while but she found a sports bike- black with silver tracing around it here and there- the owner left it running in an attempt to come back no más than five minutos but it would be longer and he's for gotten all about it once he was in finally first in line of the Café where there held a sale.
Causationly she check to make sure noone was looking and quickly scrapped on the casco and was off to find her prey once more.
Time passed and she was lead to a old shed in the outskirts of town. 'What as they planning?' she asked herself in thought while parking the bike in the woods just off above the shed-a cliff- as she watched them carry of her daughter into a shed-unconscious, tied up and pato tapped. "Scum." she muttered under her breath as she looked away with both eyes shut tight.
She clenched her fist tight enough to draw blood yet her knuckles only turned white as snow, she sucked in a deep breath then let it lose with a sigh. This wasn't the tine to lose her cool she had to keep calm in order for her plan to go through.
As she began to walk she heard a cock of a gun then the gun shot.
All went still all went silent was she dying?
As she fell to her knees she could hear her daughter scream out "Mother!" Blood poured from her chest she gasped for air, and her chest stung and burned with pain. Her throat began to burn and bubble up with blood, it slipped out over mouth. She grew weak to weak to stand did the bullet strike her heart? No that would have been an instant kill. Then her killer had missed it's mark he didn't home.
So long as she could still breath she should be trying to go through will her plane. Again her daughter screamed out "Mother!" This time Celia drew her gun as she heard another cock behind her and the cold metal of a gun being held to her head.
Once más her daughters voice came she closed her eyes and in one segundo over a dozen imágenes flashed through her head. "Say hello to God sweetheart, cause I sure hell won't be able to." the male chuckled and as he began to pull the trigger she elbowed him the gut he bent over enough as of where she fouled flip him. She smirked and held go gun to his corazón the moment he hit the ground saying "Have fun in hell, sweetheart. " and pulled the trigger he was dead.
She sighed slumped back onto her legs her chest ached with such heavy pain she had to get the wound treated o she'd die in do time, but she's dealt with worse. Surly she could hold out. She soar blood on the ground and slowly made her way to her feet, every muscle began to ache too but as I've dicho before sh has felt with worse.
She mae her way down the colina stumbling every no and then as she descended down the cliff. Then one of her feet got caught over a branch that's when she tripped and and started rolling the rest of the way down. She landed in the calle of the hard old pavement of rocks and dirt. Her vision blurred and after for what took several long minutos she stood and held the right side of her chest it was bloody, she was losing a lot of blood no doubt.
She feared that the wounds were taking toll. She feared she wouldn't make it.
That's when she felt as though she was being lefted, no she was being letter. Someone was holding her- she felt the warmth there body gave off, their safety, their love.
She looked up and he looked down he was carring her, his blue eyes met her brown.
"Let me help, Celia."
"Take me to Carry, please Matt."
"No I-"
"What?! Matthew I want my daughter."
"And tu will have her I'll bring her inicial to tu but first I have to get tu somewhere safe, o else."
She thought on it then looked away and gave a nod, he smilecand planted a kiss on her head. "I promise I'll bring her to tu safely, not a hair harmed on her head. I promise." He laid her in the back asiento of the truck, placed a blanked over her gave a smile that she couldn't return for she was asleep now. He locker her in and stealthy made his way for the shed.... To Be Continued.....
She kept pace with them knowing her precious daughter was in the car, it only made her chase after them faster, yet like any other human her stamina was winding down she needed a ride.
It took a while but she found a sports bike- black with silver tracing around it here and there- the owner left it running in an attempt to come back no más than five minutos but it would be longer and he's for gotten all about it once he was in finally first in line of the Café where there held a sale.
Causationly she check to make sure noone was looking and quickly scrapped on the casco and was off to find her prey once more.
Time passed and she was lead to a old shed in the outskirts of town. 'What as they planning?' she asked herself in thought while parking the bike in the woods just off above the shed-a cliff- as she watched them carry of her daughter into a shed-unconscious, tied up and pato tapped. "Scum." she muttered under her breath as she looked away with both eyes shut tight.
She clenched her fist tight enough to draw blood yet her knuckles only turned white as snow, she sucked in a deep breath then let it lose with a sigh. This wasn't the tine to lose her cool she had to keep calm in order for her plan to go through.
As she began to walk she heard a cock of a gun then the gun shot.
All went still all went silent was she dying?
As she fell to her knees she could hear her daughter scream out "Mother!" Blood poured from her chest she gasped for air, and her chest stung and burned with pain. Her throat began to burn and bubble up with blood, it slipped out over mouth. She grew weak to weak to stand did the bullet strike her heart? No that would have been an instant kill. Then her killer had missed it's mark he didn't home.
So long as she could still breath she should be trying to go through will her plane. Again her daughter screamed out "Mother!" This time Celia drew her gun as she heard another cock behind her and the cold metal of a gun being held to her head.
Once más her daughters voice came she closed her eyes and in one segundo over a dozen imágenes flashed through her head. "Say hello to God sweetheart, cause I sure hell won't be able to." the male chuckled and as he began to pull the trigger she elbowed him the gut he bent over enough as of where she fouled flip him. She smirked and held go gun to his corazón the moment he hit the ground saying "Have fun in hell, sweetheart. " and pulled the trigger he was dead.
She sighed slumped back onto her legs her chest ached with such heavy pain she had to get the wound treated o she'd die in do time, but she's dealt with worse. Surly she could hold out. She soar blood on the ground and slowly made her way to her feet, every muscle began to ache too but as I've dicho before sh has felt with worse.
She mae her way down the colina stumbling every no and then as she descended down the cliff. Then one of her feet got caught over a branch that's when she tripped and and started rolling the rest of the way down. She landed in the calle of the hard old pavement of rocks and dirt. Her vision blurred and after for what took several long minutos she stood and held the right side of her chest it was bloody, she was losing a lot of blood no doubt.
She feared that the wounds were taking toll. She feared she wouldn't make it.
That's when she felt as though she was being lefted, no she was being letter. Someone was holding her- she felt the warmth there body gave off, their safety, their love.
She looked up and he looked down he was carring her, his blue eyes met her brown.
"Let me help, Celia."
"Take me to Carry, please Matt."
"No I-"
"What?! Matthew I want my daughter."
"And tu will have her I'll bring her inicial to tu but first I have to get tu somewhere safe, o else."
She thought on it then looked away and gave a nod, he smilecand planted a kiss on her head. "I promise I'll bring her to tu safely, not a hair harmed on her head. I promise." He laid her in the back asiento of the truck, placed a blanked over her gave a smile that she couldn't return for she was asleep now. He locker her in and stealthy made his way for the shed.... To Be Continued.....
I will remember tu always.
Will tu remember me?
That is a pregunta for tu to answer,
And not me.
I promise
That I will always
Keep the flame of memory alive.
The fun that we had will never
Be forgotten.
Even on foggy evenings,
The darkest of nights,
tu will always be in my heart.
For I know that tu will help me
Keep the flame of memory blazing
Always.
All the good times that we had,
All the fun that we had,
All the tears that we let out,
All the anger we let out
Will never be wasted.
Because every minuto of it
Is in my heart.
I will tend to the fuego
Every night,
Recollecting all the memories we have
Knowing that the flame of memory
Is the brightest flame of all
And it will blaze on.
Will tu remember me?
That is a pregunta for tu to answer,
And not me.
I promise
That I will always
Keep the flame of memory alive.
The fun that we had will never
Be forgotten.
Even on foggy evenings,
The darkest of nights,
tu will always be in my heart.
For I know that tu will help me
Keep the flame of memory blazing
Always.
All the good times that we had,
All the fun that we had,
All the tears that we let out,
All the anger we let out
Will never be wasted.
Because every minuto of it
Is in my heart.
I will tend to the fuego
Every night,
Recollecting all the memories we have
Knowing that the flame of memory
Is the brightest flame of all
And it will blaze on.
I am a broken-winged eagle
Who cannot fly
Because I have set no goal for myself.
Other people laugh and scoff at me,
And I know that I must quickly find something
To hope for.
Everyday I think,
"What's the use? Nothing is my talent. Give up."
People think I am nothing but stupid,
But I can see that light within myself.
I have not yet soared.
I have not yet found my dream.
One day, I find something unique to dream for.
Writing.
Something that can take me to faraway places
Anywhere, beyond this universe.
And now I can soar.
Far, far, faraway
Where no one can catch me.
Where no one can disturb me.
Where I can be free.
Where I will no longer be
A broken-winged eagle.
Who cannot fly
Because I have set no goal for myself.
Other people laugh and scoff at me,
And I know that I must quickly find something
To hope for.
Everyday I think,
"What's the use? Nothing is my talent. Give up."
People think I am nothing but stupid,
But I can see that light within myself.
I have not yet soared.
I have not yet found my dream.
One day, I find something unique to dream for.
Writing.
Something that can take me to faraway places
Anywhere, beyond this universe.
And now I can soar.
Far, far, faraway
Where no one can catch me.
Where no one can disturb me.
Where I can be free.
Where I will no longer be
A broken-winged eagle.
I walk into
The Fields of Sorrow
Once again.
Why do I walk there
Almost everyday?
I stroll along the grasses
Thinking
Bearing a horrible pain.
I think of the world around me
And how much they have inspired me.
I start to cry once again.
All my teachers
All my friends,
They have always stood por me,
When things went wrong.
I want a chance to repay them,
To mostrar them that...
Their work was useful.
To mostrar them that
I am truly thankful.
Why do I have to leave them then
Now?
No, now's not a good time.
But I know it was not intended
That I leave them now.
I want to mostrar all those people
That they have been
The change of my life,
That they have made my life so much
Better,
That they were the flames
In the darkness.
The Fields of Sorrow
Once again.
Why do I walk there
Almost everyday?
I stroll along the grasses
Thinking
Bearing a horrible pain.
I think of the world around me
And how much they have inspired me.
I start to cry once again.
All my teachers
All my friends,
They have always stood por me,
When things went wrong.
I want a chance to repay them,
To mostrar them that...
Their work was useful.
To mostrar them that
I am truly thankful.
Why do I have to leave them then
Now?
No, now's not a good time.
But I know it was not intended
That I leave them now.
I want to mostrar all those people
That they have been
The change of my life,
That they have made my life so much
Better,
That they were the flames
In the darkness.
I deny the truth,
But really,
That is nothing.
I do that just to protect myself.
I cannot let the truth overcome me
All at once,
I must let it come at me
Pieces por pieces.
The truth is always shocking,
At many times sad.
But I must accept the truth
Even after a while.
Because denying the truth
Is like lying to myself
Denying the truth hurts my soul
But it also protects my soul at the same time.
I don't know what to believe.
It's all too shocking for me.
I deny the truth.
I protect my soul.
I protect myself.
But I also hurt myself.
But really,
That is nothing.
I do that just to protect myself.
I cannot let the truth overcome me
All at once,
I must let it come at me
Pieces por pieces.
The truth is always shocking,
At many times sad.
But I must accept the truth
Even after a while.
Because denying the truth
Is like lying to myself
Denying the truth hurts my soul
But it also protects my soul at the same time.
I don't know what to believe.
It's all too shocking for me.
I deny the truth.
I protect my soul.
I protect myself.
But I also hurt myself.