I got up to the sound of glass crashing to the floor. I ran to my little cocina to see a man in a black ski mask and overalls standing in my kitchen. I ran at him to throw a puñetazo, ponche o two but when I extended my arm to hit him, he grabbed my arm and stabbed my with a knife.As the cuchillo cut through my skin I screamed in pain, with a few cuss words to go along with it. Then as I fell to the floor in pain, the thief ran out my door and fled from my house. What was going on, I thought. Why was that man in my house. Then I looked around to see what he had broken. When I saw what he had broken, I just lost it he had broken my mothers glass ballerina statuette.my mom had dado it to me the día she died. Then I realized the room was spinning and I felt dizzy. Before I passed out on the floor I called Dylan, my boy friend, to call for help. then before I could hang up I passed out. When I woke I was being loaded onto a gurney. When Dylan saw that my eyes were open he ran to my side
"Jenna, baby are tu ok?" but before I could answer him once again the world went black because I passed put, again. This time when I woke up in was in the hospital, with my arm all wrapped up in gauze. When Dylan looked at me he saw that my eyes were open and ran up to hug me. I did the best I could trying not to wince in pain as he hit my arm. When he saw that he hit my arm he backed up a bit but thence gave me a gentle kiss.
"Jenna, are tu okay?" as soon as I heard those words I just wanted to break down and cry. The person who dicho that was my other boyfriend, Kyle. He was my favorito! boyfriend and I knew why he was here.
"Who did this to you?" he asked. If I didn't tell tu before Kyle is a cop, he was here to pregunta me about what happened.
" I don't know. The only thing I knew was that I woke to the sound out glass crashing to the floor. Then when I went into the cocina there was a guy in overalls and a black ski mask standing there. When went to throw a puñetazo, ponche he grabbed my arm and stabbed me. When he left I looked to see what he had broken. But when I looked at the glass on the floor......." I couldn't even finish the sentence. Then I broke down into tears. Kyle jogged over to my side and gave me a little kiss. He knew what the thief had broken and how much it meant to me.
So tell me people. Should I continue the story o just ditch the whole story all together? Please tell me what tu think.
"Jenna, baby are tu ok?" but before I could answer him once again the world went black because I passed put, again. This time when I woke up in was in the hospital, with my arm all wrapped up in gauze. When Dylan looked at me he saw that my eyes were open and ran up to hug me. I did the best I could trying not to wince in pain as he hit my arm. When he saw that he hit my arm he backed up a bit but thence gave me a gentle kiss.
"Jenna, are tu okay?" as soon as I heard those words I just wanted to break down and cry. The person who dicho that was my other boyfriend, Kyle. He was my favorito! boyfriend and I knew why he was here.
"Who did this to you?" he asked. If I didn't tell tu before Kyle is a cop, he was here to pregunta me about what happened.
" I don't know. The only thing I knew was that I woke to the sound out glass crashing to the floor. Then when I went into the cocina there was a guy in overalls and a black ski mask standing there. When went to throw a puñetazo, ponche he grabbed my arm and stabbed me. When he left I looked to see what he had broken. But when I looked at the glass on the floor......." I couldn't even finish the sentence. Then I broke down into tears. Kyle jogged over to my side and gave me a little kiss. He knew what the thief had broken and how much it meant to me.
So tell me people. Should I continue the story o just ditch the whole story all together? Please tell me what tu think.
Prologue
Randall regarded her with pride.His finest.Her skin was ebony-black,her eyes a sinister grey,hair pale,wintry white.She stared at him blankly,her tall,slender frame tense.Randall stroked her cheek and tucked a lock of her hair behind her ears.Lethal,she was.Designed to perfection for the task she was set.Despite the obvious arrogance in her gaze,he deemed her the best."Tell me,who are you?"he tested."Layla"she answered."And I?".
"Master."she said."Tell me,"he asked her,taking her large,clawed hands."how do tu use these..assets?"."To serve Master."Randall smiled."Good'he said."Very Good indeed.""How do tu do that,my lovely?"he purred.Her eys stared straight ahead."Kill"she whispered."Kill for Master"
Randall regarded her with pride.His finest.Her skin was ebony-black,her eyes a sinister grey,hair pale,wintry white.She stared at him blankly,her tall,slender frame tense.Randall stroked her cheek and tucked a lock of her hair behind her ears.Lethal,she was.Designed to perfection for the task she was set.Despite the obvious arrogance in her gaze,he deemed her the best."Tell me,who are you?"he tested."Layla"she answered."And I?".
"Master."she said."Tell me,"he asked her,taking her large,clawed hands."how do tu use these..assets?"."To serve Master."Randall smiled."Good'he said."Very Good indeed.""How do tu do that,my lovely?"he purred.Her eys stared straight ahead."Kill"she whispered."Kill for Master"
Memories and grief of my heart
Are still buried somewhere
I can’t cry neither I can freely laugh
What if they don’t know my past
I have not forget it yet
I still remember the same Zean with the same Zeal
But not in flashes neither in cars
In backstage of life with trembling hunger
Hunger in eyes and lips dry
No money in pocket but Zeal on shoulder
With memories of ‘Love’ and burning heart
Now my clothes are branded
And my shoes are best, pocket heavy with dollars
But with this all my corazón is all heavy
With secrets of past
Pleasures can bury them but cannot vanish
I still look adelante, hacia adelante to death
When all my secrets will disappear, my pain will end
Also with my life..end will come to my BAD MEMORIES.
Are still buried somewhere
I can’t cry neither I can freely laugh
What if they don’t know my past
I have not forget it yet
I still remember the same Zean with the same Zeal
But not in flashes neither in cars
In backstage of life with trembling hunger
Hunger in eyes and lips dry
No money in pocket but Zeal on shoulder
With memories of ‘Love’ and burning heart
Now my clothes are branded
And my shoes are best, pocket heavy with dollars
But with this all my corazón is all heavy
With secrets of past
Pleasures can bury them but cannot vanish
I still look adelante, hacia adelante to death
When all my secrets will disappear, my pain will end
Also with my life..end will come to my BAD MEMORIES.