Started out sad and somehow got this so....enjoy!
He woke up in a cold sweat. He panted for breath, unaware that he had screamed. No one was there to hear him. He heard a flutter of wings and the snow white hawk landed on his leg. The full moon shimmered on the feathers and he pet the large bird. After a few minutes, he calmed down entirely. The hawk let out a small squawk.
“Same nightmares.”
He listened to the squawks and clicks of the hawk's graceful tongue, knowing the words and emotions behind each one.
“Been over five years now, Bella.”
He listened to the beautiful chattering in his ear.
“You know well enough. The sacrifice for my control.”
He closed his eyes and leaned against the headboard.
“No Bella. I never regret.”
Chirping sounded this time and a smile lit on his face.
“Says the bird on a leash.”
He let out a light chuckle at the indignant sounds that came from his companion.
“Hey! Don't mock my sand bed! It's comfortable! And warm!”
The chirps sounded again, this time in a mocking matter.
“Watch it birdie! You'll end up in China.”
The room grew quiet for a few minutes before the hawk came over to rest on his arm and cuddled against his side. It let out a distinctive name, the only one it would ever speak.
“Rory.”
He smiled again and stroked the soft feathers. He heard the bird began to coo. His smile grew.
“Don't worry Bella. I'd never get rid of you. You're my only friend. Nothing will happen to you. I promise on my heart.”
The bird cooed again before flying back to it's home for the night. It let out another squawk, ending with his name. Rory settled down, a smile on his face.
“Night Bella. I love you too.”
He woke up in a cold sweat. He panted for breath, unaware that he had screamed. No one was there to hear him. He heard a flutter of wings and the snow white hawk landed on his leg. The full moon shimmered on the feathers and he pet the large bird. After a few minutes, he calmed down entirely. The hawk let out a small squawk.
“Same nightmares.”
He listened to the squawks and clicks of the hawk's graceful tongue, knowing the words and emotions behind each one.
“Been over five years now, Bella.”
He listened to the beautiful chattering in his ear.
“You know well enough. The sacrifice for my control.”
He closed his eyes and leaned against the headboard.
“No Bella. I never regret.”
Chirping sounded this time and a smile lit on his face.
“Says the bird on a leash.”
He let out a light chuckle at the indignant sounds that came from his companion.
“Hey! Don't mock my sand bed! It's comfortable! And warm!”
The chirps sounded again, this time in a mocking matter.
“Watch it birdie! You'll end up in China.”
The room grew quiet for a few minutes before the hawk came over to rest on his arm and cuddled against his side. It let out a distinctive name, the only one it would ever speak.
“Rory.”
He smiled again and stroked the soft feathers. He heard the bird began to coo. His smile grew.
“Don't worry Bella. I'd never get rid of you. You're my only friend. Nothing will happen to you. I promise on my heart.”
The bird cooed again before flying back to it's home for the night. It let out another squawk, ending with his name. Rory settled down, a smile on his face.
“Night Bella. I love you too.”
The Face.
Everyday I wake up
and put on a face
that hides all of the tears, fears, thoughts, and feelings
that I deal with everyday.
Not many people even know the real me.
They know me as the happy, always smiling self.
They don't see the crying, upset, depressed me.
My friends have no clue how hard it is to appear so happy,
when, on the inside,
I'm ready to scream or cry.
It's hard.
Only one person, including me, knows my real self.
If anyone else saw it,
they wouldn't be able to take it.
They don't know what it's like to live a lie
everytime I wake up.
Sick. Twisted. Not One Of You.
Everyday I wake up
and put on a face
that hides all of the tears, fears, thoughts, and feelings
that I deal with everyday.
Not many people even know the real me.
They know me as the happy, always smiling self.
They don't see the crying, upset, depressed me.
My friends have no clue how hard it is to appear so happy,
when, on the inside,
I'm ready to scream or cry.
It's hard.
Only one person, including me, knows my real self.
If anyone else saw it,
they wouldn't be able to take it.
They don't know what it's like to live a lie
everytime I wake up.
Sick. Twisted. Not One Of You.