Why i take so long is because i am writing another story on a blog somewhere else, it got botted off of here for being against the rules so megh anyway i am still devoted to that one and this one takes a back seat a lot, i am glad you still remeber me though!.
"The body faught to survive, it evacuated toxins in any way it knew how. It made clots to stop the bleeding.Bones would find the quickest ways to heal themselves. It made scar tissue. In the face of violence towards it, it would become violent. It was amazing, yet excruciating. "
ah but when you update we get a pleasant suprise. And cos this story just beginning i can just about cope with not knowing what happens next. i like this story.
Liked your old story about mi too, i read the whole thing just lost track when it had to move.
So you keep writing whatever story you feel like just write cos your good at it.
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Ahhhh, im sorry you lost track of it, i used to like hering your comments on the other story, I have nearly finished it all now and moving on to the follow on to it.
I will carry on writing this, slowly but it takes time it isn't my usuel writing type.
"The body faught to survive, it evacuated toxins in any way it knew how. It made clots to stop the bleeding.Bones would find the quickest ways to heal themselves. It made scar tissue. In the face of violence towards it, it would become violent. It was amazing, yet excruciating. "
dont worry been drifting in out of ok and not and right now not sure i could read it safely. i have fond memories of it though of esme and emmet the best kind of mh nurses.
OK, im sorry your not doing so greath though, feel free to give us a PM if you want anything or just someone to talk to.
By the way, just so you know the ending, Esmee was adopted when she was a baby and Mi just happened to be her bialogical sister, So as now Mi is getting better she will be leaving the unit soon and going to live with them.
Oh hell i just told my whole story in two sentances!
take care, and i will keep posting this, it is a little bit more light harted!
As i said my PM box is alawys open, take care
"The body faught to survive, it evacuated toxins in any way it knew how. It made clots to stop the bleeding.Bones would find the quickest ways to heal themselves. It made scar tissue. In the face of violence towards it, it would become violent. It was amazing, yet excruciating. "
“I see that you have chosen your favourite colour all ready, and a slogan picture; that’s impressive.” Willow commented as she started to walk up the front garden path of the aqua blue house with the elegant slogan of two Siamese fighting fish almost dancing on it.
I had thought of the fish for a split second as I saw the other pictures on the houses and the same for the colour. I had actually always loved the colour demanding my farther to paint everything in my half of Flick’s and my self’s room the same colour when I was a little girl however the love of fish, especially Siamese fighting fish came from my mother. She had made her own custom tank for the fish that she had called a hotel each fish with it’s own “room” that she kept proudly in our living room. I had asked her once as I sat in front of the tank watching as she added another room to the hotel for her newest addition why she didn’t let them all go in one big tank so they could keep each other company and she had told me that they weren’t fond of anything that looked like themselves. At the time I didn’t understand what she meant, it seemed impossible to hate something that looked exactly the same as you did but as time went on I of got it, I didn’t like anything that looked like my self either; including myself.
"The body faught to survive, it evacuated toxins in any way it knew how. It made clots to stop the bleeding.Bones would find the quickest ways to heal themselves. It made scar tissue. In the face of violence towards it, it would become violent. It was amazing, yet excruciating. "
“Never lose faith in yourself,
and never lose hope;
remember, even when this world throws its worst and then turns its back,
there is still always hope.”
Another short chapter for your enjoyment. I hope it's still OK
Twelve
“The house is still a little plain but it will get there in the end they all do.” Willow said leading me from the hall way into a relatively large living room. It was like she said plain and distinctly average painted bright white though out with white and cream coloured furniture. There was a large open fire place and a large TV that sat in the middle of the cercil of sofa's as the main attraction. there was also various other bits and pieces that you would have expected to find in a living room that was fit to be a show house.
“But I must say I like the aquarium Harper!” Willow exclmed happily as she opened a door at the far end of the lounge and stepped through it. Sighing slightly I followed her dragging my feet over the luxury cream carpet. It wasn’t that I didn’t like the house it was lovely; it was just the fact that it wasn’t my home. It was big and spacious with absolutely no over crowding but still that wasn’t really the problem, the problem was I wanted to be in amongst my brothers and sisters’ conversations and fights; I wanted the soft baby babbling of my baby sister who had just turned one.
“Harper are you OK?” Willow asked popping her head back out into the living room when I had not followed her. “Hay what’s the matter Honey, don’t you like your home, you know its all in your power to make it different.” Willow smiled softly floating back over to my side and placing a hand on my shoulder
“The house is amazing,” I almost sobbed as I felt the tears start to trickle down my face again and the thick weighted feeling somewhere in my chest, “but it’s not a home; I miss my family.”
Last edited by lost in dreams : 22-10-2011 at 01:38 AM.
Reason: Editting and improving
"The body faught to survive, it evacuated toxins in any way it knew how. It made clots to stop the bleeding.Bones would find the quickest ways to heal themselves. It made scar tissue. In the face of violence towards it, it would become violent. It was amazing, yet excruciating. "
Don't be fooled by my smooth skin. The deepest scars are the ones unseen.
Remember compliments you received, forget the insults. If you succeed in doing this, tell me how..~ Baz Lurhman.
Letting it get to you - You know what that's called? Being alive. Best thing there is. Being alive right now that's all that counts. ~ Doctor Who "The Doctors Wife" 06.November.2011
So here is a little bit more. Thought i would jump on this again before it dissapired off of the first page again. I am sorry for the poor spelling and grammer as usual. I'm just not good enough to put it right even with Works shouting at me.
Thirteen
“Oh honey, it’s OK, it’s all right.” Willow soothed coming back towards me across the room and placing her arm around my shoulders before leading me over to the sofa and gesturing for me to sit down. “I promise that it will be OK Harper.” Willow soothed leaning over and taking the box of tissues that had magically appeared in front of us on the coffee table in the last few moments along with a vase of roses and a dish of sweets. All little quirks from my old home that I used to love so much, but even though my mind thought it and longed for it the recreations just seemed slightly odd even though in in there appearance they where perfect and I wished them away inside my head making the actual objects disappear with a pop.
I was sobbing now, big tears falling from my eyes and down my cheek as Willow tried to comfort me but my head kept making a mess of everything which in turn made the scenery and the objects in the living room erupt into a disordered mess or colours and clashing objects which only made me cry harder at the devastation I seemed to be causing.
“House, calm down,“ Willow whispered talking to the air around us, “Harper is really upset right now and doesn’t know what she wants, do us a favour and put yourself back to what you where and stop changing.” Willow chirped making everything in the room jump back to what it was in seconds before sticking that way. I made a mental note that in Heaven houses where living things that could be talked to which I hated as much as the idea of magic doors and talking animals but I didn’t have a choice; I was stuck with it.
Of course what I should of wanted was to go back home again. I should have been regretting my choice to come by now but something still stopped me. It may have hurt now but at least the pain of living was over and least I didn’t feel quite so bad all of the time when I was here; like the constant pain that had always been heavy inside me weighing me down for no reason at all was gone. At least the tears I was crying now. I was crying them for a reason. Still I couldn’t get the dark feeling out of the back of me head that what o had really been looking for when I took that overdose was a never ending black whole to crawl into.
“Come on Harper,” Willow said gently tugging on my arm to get up after she handed me another tissue. “Come and see what you have created through here, it’s amazing and it will cheer you up. Your one step away from making your walls go black and making it rain inside.” Willow smiled dragging my still heavy body through the same door as she had gone to at the end of the room and into something that was a part of my fantasy land.
The room I now stood in was massive. As big as any popular concert hall back in the UK and it was stunning. The walls floors and ceiling was covered in soft sloping glass and inside the glass where fish but not any fish, Siamese fighting fish of every style colour and size you could imagine. Yellows, reds blues and greens danced gracefully past my eyes and I stared around in awe at the perfect clear water and the shiny gray rocks the littered the seen. Tall green vines lifted up from the floor that must have sat about teen feet below where I was standing reaching up towards the artificial yet amazingly realistic stars that shone brightly and proudly down towards us lighting the whole aquarium in a beautiful cool fragmented light but the most amazing was the fact that all these tens of thousands of fighting fish that should have been ripping the fins off of each other where all swimming together Dancing in and out of the scenery and chasing each other playfully for miles down the walls. None where dying or old or sick and none looked lonely sad. In short in was pure dream like perfection; an image of fantasy taken straight out from the depths of my secret longing and I could of stayed there forever with out getting board or tired.
“Now this is what I call an imagination and on your fist day too.” Willow laughed and begrudgingly I tore my eyes away from the group of 10 brilliant red and black fighters that where doing some sort of synchronised dance right above my head.
“This was from inside of me?” I asked in a whisper still spell bound from what was happening around me in all directions.
“Well it must be, it’s inside your house.” Willow smiled
“It seemed so impossible that there was a bright dream world like this somewhere inside on me.” I said quietly spinning around of the spot with my arms open wide as I got lost in the fishes perfect and graceful movement.
“Why’s that Harper?”
“because it was so black inside me by the end, so lost and so full of pain that I thought I would never feel the beauty in a dream ever again but it seemed it was there all along; maybe I should have just tried to find the light switch.”
Last edited by lost in dreams : 12-11-2011 at 01:23 PM.
Reason: spelling is really icky
"The body faught to survive, it evacuated toxins in any way it knew how. It made clots to stop the bleeding.Bones would find the quickest ways to heal themselves. It made scar tissue. In the face of violence towards it, it would become violent. It was amazing, yet excruciating. "
Don't be fooled by my smooth skin. The deepest scars are the ones unseen.
Remember compliments you received, forget the insults. If you succeed in doing this, tell me how..~ Baz Lurhman.
Letting it get to you - You know what that's called? Being alive. Best thing there is. Being alive right now that's all that counts. ~ Doctor Who "The Doctors Wife" 06.November.2011
I liked that chapter, i think it really betrayed the disbelief of a depressed person that they have good in them that they are good. even with the evidence right in front of them.
