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six feet under the stars

I'm touching the heavens with my feet on the ground

Sitting in the gate I was a row away from my sister and her fiancee alex. I hate them both. The way she walked out on us and for him? He's a rocker with nothing to show for it.
Alex came down to where I was sitting. I moved a seat down. I didn't move my ear buds and just focused on my drawing of Justin and I. The one in the fire was gone for good I needed a replacement to keep my sanity. he pulled out one ear bud gently. I refuse to give him any of my time.
" you know. When the rest of world is caving in you had to stay strong." He wasn't finished but he paused to let me say something. Anything. But I didn't. "Jasey rae dont make this easy I want you to mean it say you'll be my little girl. I know you grew up to fast but please. Please be a kid while out in California. " now he was done. He was looking at me. Waiting for a reaction I couldn't give. I wouldn't give. I didn't budge from my drawing. He left to go sit by Wendy again. Unsatisfied by the lack of response from me.
I was sobbing on the inside. If he knew anything he would know that was the line to make me hate him for ever. I was being ripped from the life I knew. Told to stay strong. My mother was a murderer. My father thought he could get away from her while still having her. My best friend was in a coma because I wanted to not be responsible. I wanted to be a kid. I didn't want to be all grown up splitting image of my mother jasey Rae. Now alex wanted me to be irresponsible, childlike, little girl. How could he.
"flight 648 to California is now boarding please have tickets ready at the gate. First class is now boarding." That's right the world kept turning with or without me. My flight was up. I was with my sister and fiancee for the next seven hours. Suck it up jasey. Its time to keep moving. As we boarded the metal box of doom the song that came on was ironic. The mortcians daughter played. And I smiled sitting down on my assigned seat. Such a kindergarten word. Assigned seat. I thought about how we where stuck in a tiny box that flew and giggled a little bit. We started to take off and I held my breath I had never been on a plane before.

Notes

Ok since I've wrote this so many times I'm done trying shout outs for to day but I will do once more try.
Forgetful insomniacs. Your comment made my day and you need to Patten that word.
harley Quinn I know right.

Everyone else next chapter is my favorite. It sets the mood for the story

Comments

Yay! An update! But ahh! Cliff hanger!

Brandybvb Brandybvb
5/11/15

And that you did

Don't worry about it dude/dudette just 2 weeks ago I had the same thing I'm still pretty shook up about (I'm literally shaking) take your time

I know I am a fan of their band and I honestly don't get that vibe from them I was saying imaginary because I have a feeling that the real Bret is probably pretty nice I hope I cleared up what I meant and I really like your username it's cool @my beautiful rainbow

@Forgetful-Insomniacs
Will do. And imaginary bret is real bret just I made him an ass hole