A Love story. [ Intro Chapter ]

Jezebel was sitting in front of the large oak tree she had last seen Vladimir. Her short white hair shone in the moonlight, her pale skin radiated along with her now bright golden eyes. She ran her fingers up and down her slender arms and sighed. "You know… Life never stops for those who wait. "A voice spoke softly behind her. Jezebel looked back; hopeful to see Vlad, but her hopes had been lost seeing the face of her old friend, Skyler. He had short tussled hair. His body looked almost androgynous, his face soft like a females but a body with a figure of a male. He was masculine yet feminine, soft but rugged. There was no real way to describe him. His eyes were hidden behind a pair of silver rimmed glasses. "You've been sitting here, every day for the past some odd years, and waiting for what?" he questions taking a seat next to Jezebel in the grass. She laughed softly. "If you can't be patient, even if the seasons do not stop changing, even if the days do not stop beginning and the nights do not stop ending, then why live life?" She smiles and sighs, staring off into the distance.

"You're wasting your time Hun. If I wanted to I could drag you away from here, take you to a nice place where you could settle down and be happy." Skyler says, softly gazing at her face. The moon made her skin look flawless from his position, but he knew the scars she bore. "You know I would gladly go, but I still have hope. Even if that is all that holds me here, obviously that's all I need. Once my hope runs out then I will gladly go. "Jezebel turned and smiled at him exposing the fullness of her face.

The scars looked like craters now. The moon casting shadows upon her face making it look as if demons clawed their way to the surface from hell. He sighed and looked away from her. "You know I'm always here for you Jez. I'll do anything to help you. Even if I have to wait here with you every day for the next hundred thousand years..." He whispered as he lay back in the dew ridden grass and stared at the starry skies. "Thank you Sky, I don't know what I would do without you."

Skyler laughed lightly; He didn't know what to say to her compliment. He loved her beyond words but she sat there day after day waiting for the man who had inadvertently given her hope of him ever loving her again. He wished he could take her away from this spot. This horrid memory that she was living in was tearing her apart. He knew that the only time she would leave this place would be when she was either dead, or to out of it to care anymore. Even then, she would never be the same.

... And I Wish He Were Dead.

To talk about family is something that should give you a good feeling inside. Something Meaningful and something to be proud of. When I think of MY family, It puts me to shame. I am A Gray sheep Amongst black sheep. I can't call myself a White sheep because I'm not totally insane but I'm not totally normal either.

The Father
My father was born in Texas. His father died and his mother remarried. He has Lot's of brothers and sisters. I think around 12 if I'm not mistaken. He was raised in a large home and went to school. He decided to become an expertise at welding. After he graduated his stepfather made him and his brother's make a grab fishing boat during the summer. He, [ having his profession just out of high school ] of course did all the welding. Eventually it sunk and so his life went on. He came to California to visit a Friend and never went back. His excuse " No mosquito's ". I'm not really sure when he did but he eventually was drawn upon drugs. He did them and worked. Welding of course. He eventually met my mother. She was married once before but, that's another story. So, they met and fell " In love" And a year later I was conceived. My dad was a hard worker but when I was young treated me like a princess. I was his whole world. We went out every weekend and had fun. Fishing, the movies, bike rides, Ect. Nothing was ever to much for him to do with me. One day, it just stopped. I realized what was going on when I was about 14 or 15. He was a drug addict. Around then I was a depressed kid. He made fun of my depression so he was the one who helped me most of all master my mask of hiding my emotions. He hides his just ass well. The only thing that can ever make him crack is Animals. He can watch the news and hear that thousands of people die in an accident and he can laugh. He sees a Hamster with a broken leg and he's bawling his eyes out and trying to make a makeshift duck tape cast for it [ True story ]. He cares about me but, He's never really there anymore. I don't now much about my dad other than this. The king of the deck in my life. Now it is time to move on tot he queen. One of the miseries in my life.

The Mother
My mother grew up Italian. Her mother was an abusive drunk, Her father was hardly around and of course, she was Adopted into this. She went to a Catholic school. She learned next to nothing here. She thinks that you can still go to school and just sit there while maintaining a decent grade for just attending. Her mother used to beat her a lot. Her father was never there to save her. She had no siblings. I don't even know where she's from. She was formerly married but they got divorced for drug and alcohol reasons. She has never remarried since but has been with my dad for almost 19 years. She's a major drug addict who loves to hear herself scream. She's an attention whore and hates to be alone. She's the biggest drug addict and she blame's it on her weight. " It's helps the pain go away" Well.. Lose some weight fatty, that might help too. Doctor's have told her if she doesn't stop it'll kill her. Does she give a flying fuck? Hell no. She was put in a hospital for congestive heart failure. It's where all the excess liquid's in your body don't leave, they just stay in your body. She still does the drug of choice, speed. It'll kill her. If she doesn't care neither do i. I have done my part in trying to get her to stop from crying at her feet and breaking pipe's to flushing her shit down the toilette. Nothings ever going to change in her. So it doesn't matter.

The Brother
He's always been the favorite. Why? Because he can get my mom drugs. Ever since he was little he's been a trouble maker. Born in MLK Hospital tipping the scale at almost 13 lb. was the born child of her first marriage. When he was young he was the toughest mofo who knew everything. He started smoking weed when he was 13 and that's when he committed his first felony, Arson. He burnt down a house he broke into. Ever since he was in and out of jail. He would live with us once in a while. He lived with his dad at the begining, got kicked out. Lived with his aunt and uncle, Got kicked out. Live'd with his grandparent's, Got kicked out. I bet your wondering why he got kicked out so much right? Theft, Drugs and Stupidity. He stole from his own grandparent's for christs sakes. That's like punching a baby in the face! You just don't fucking do that.

A Story About Love

Honestly, I amaze myself sometimes...
I know I'm insane and Sometime's it sucks...
I think I just lost love because of it.
I can sit there and cry with a smile on my face
But I can also cry and be totaly iratical.

The smile came after love hurt me.
The smile always come's after physical or emotional pain.
It doesn't matter what love put's me though
My bond always stays.
I'm an Idiot.
I am.

Why do I put myself through such bullshit?
What doesnt kill you will only make you stronger ...
Right?..
Right?....
Probably not.
I tend to be wrong a lot.

Maybe about everything.
When has love ever done me right?
I don't remember.
I can pick at my skin for hours but never truly know what I want.
I know what I want

But it's not what everyone else wants.
So I bend to the their will.
Especially Loves.
Most importantly loves...

High School Drama

To me, High school drama is so stupid.
Women fighting over men and purses
Men fighting over territory that's not theirs to begin with and dominance.

Taggers really annoy me. Some time's I'll stop and looks at it. It's stupid letter's that don't really spell out anything but apparently they mean something. One time i was in front of the newest local hangout that has crappy food that makes you piss through your asshole or just makes you throw up your intestines. How can they eat such garbage? Someone had tagged on an electrical box. It was a simple cut and paste project. they cut out a large stencil and spray painted on the box in black. there were about 13 f letter names that I couldn't make heads or tails of. It really did confuse me. I looked it over and chucked to myself lightly. I heard a kid behind me,
" Hey, do you like it? "
I turn around to see a boy about 15-16 years old with about 6 of his friends. I shook my head at him " Well.. Do you like it? " I asked with a thick layer of sarcasm.
" Well.. No shit. I did it." He replied and his friends laughed at me like i was some kind of idiot. I looked at the tagging and them back to him. " It looks like shit. A 5 year old could have done this so i wouldn't take pride in something your little sister could have done better. Idiot's like you don't take pride in your shit." I said honestly and extremely bluntly, They stared in shock. " You idiot's should be hit by a Semi. It's stupid fuckheads like you who destroy this city by claiming territory that isn't yours. Your worse than dogs, pissing on property with your spray cans and then you fight each other if you take someone elses ' non-property' Right? I hope you guy's get shanked. "
Their mouths hung open as I crossed the street.

Sleeping with your eye's open

Have you ever wondered what it would be like to watch your life from another perspective? I do, And did. I'm known among my friend's for my chronic Nightmares and bad dreams. It's hard to sleep at night knowing that my world is going to crash right before my eyes and not being able to do anything about it. Last night was a change.

As I sat at my computer desk my whole life dwindled before me. My money continued to lower till the number "$ 0.00" poped out at me. " I have nothing" I said to myself. I said it with a smile. I didn't care. I got up and picked up a slugger. 'Such a beautiful bat... Smash everything...' Suddenly I saw myself ripping through my computer like it was nothing. Bit's of glass and metal, wires and fragments of data, My Family and friends, my life scattered across the floor. My memories have been spent on the computer. Now they die with it. I turn to see myself in the mirror. Older, Darker, My hair a giant shock of white, my puples dialated wide, a ring of hazle surrounds it. Dark circles had formed in bag's under my wild eyes and I smiled lightly to myself. More of a smirk. ' Look at yourself. You are free...' A voice lingered.

Rant's for Candy. [ Foamy's Rant: Hammers and Floodlights]

So, yeah.

Ironically humanity never ceases to piss me off. Case in point.

Dumb mother fuckers who write a check for a 3 dollar cup of coffee and start balancing their check in line while everyone waiting in line is having their ice cream melt.
Then their are these air-headed women throwing glitter all up in their faces as if it has some magical properties that's going to change their hideous appearance. Glitter SUCKS people, Stop it.

Lotto addicts that hold up the line at 7-11. They really piss me off. While all I want is a soda and a bag of chips, they have to ramble off about 100 different numbers, totally absorbed in there " It can happen to me " Mentality. " All you need is a dollar and a dream " And a severe beating. There's no such thing as easy money people, Get. A. Job.

People with bumper stickers that say " My daughter and my money go to Cornell university." Well isn't that nice. While you're wasting your money on your bimbo daughter who's making dorm room porno's, you've also let all the driver's on the road know that you have a teenage daughter attending a particular school. Now all we need to do is copy down your license plate number and get your personal information from the DMV website. Now we have all the information to hatch a clever plan and kidnap your daughter. Don't you know anything! It wouldn't hurt to think like a serial killer every once in a while just for the sake of prevention.

Children .. God i hate children. You people wit bratty little children need to stay away from restaurants. I don't go to restaurants to hear spoiled children cry while their parents do nothing but grin like idiot's while everyone withing a 10 block radius has has their meal ruined because " Little Johnny" Or " Tiny Leon" decided to have a fucking fit and is totally out of control. If you cant find a babysitter, stay the fuck home and order take out.

If you are one of these inconsiderate bastards, please remove yourself from society you see fit.
I suggest fire.