Pens-Of-Madness

The way they use to be, she misses. Now they are only friends. He betrayed her trust, but she loves him still. She misses his warmth, the smell of his skin, the strong protection of his arms,the light in his eyes, the closeness of their heart. everything. She has come to trust him more. She lays her head back on his shoulder, almost as they use to. you can see the shield he wants to forget is there. But once she moves her head, leaves his shoulder, you can see the sorrow in his eyes as from the day she left. Now only dulled by time

I stood alone in my room holding the letter in my hands. The front of the letter was stamped in the official Government script indicating it had come directly from the Government building.  I took a deep breath and slowly opened it up.  As I unfolded the stark white paper in my hands my heart started racing. The nerves were getting the best of me and my hands shook as I prepared myself to read the letter I was grasping so tightly. Today was my 17th birthday and as per Government instruction I was to learn who my match was. My hope was that my match, or future life partner, would be Liam, a boy from my class that I had feelings for.  The likel

I went home that night and turned on all the lights in my studio apartment. The darkness of even one small area made me feel unsafe, like I was about to be swallowed up by some evil that hid among the darkness, waiting to attack when I was at my most vulnerable. John Douglas had not held back anything as promised. Not one single detail. I knew the where, when, and what of just about every woman he had ever killed. The numbers were more than he had stood trial for, although he admitted that there could be more since at some point he’d lost count. He was not the methodical sadist the media had portrayed him as much as he’d like to

“I hate mornings, especially ones that start at 4 am,” Blake said as we sat in the Indianapolis airport, each of us clutching a Starbucks coffee in our hands, drinking it as if the coffee would free us from our zombie-like state. “Agreed,” I said as I looked down at my phone trying to keep track of the time while trying to stay awake, which was a much more difficult task than I had anticipated. Our flight was leaving soon, and we still had to go through airport security, so I knew we had to get up, but getting up was just so difficult. “Blake,” I said looking over at him, with his brown hair still messed

After our meeting, Gage walked me home while the others hung back and talked for a bit longer, not about the plan from what I could hear, but just normal talk that I knew I would never be a part of. I hated feeling like an outsider with my fellow classmates. I wasn’t exactly friends with any of them, except Lily who wasn’t involved, but I knew a lot about each of them and it hurt me to think that they knew each other in a way they had never bothered to let me in on. Gage and I walked in silence for a bit as I thought about being an outsider in my own class. “I hope that Ivan didn’t bother you too much. He can be a bit

School had always been enjoyable to me. I loved to learn about anything and everything. Taking in information was honestly what I felt that I did best. Now, however, I was beginning to feel like an intruder in my own classroom as I looked around the room at the faces of my classmates who were in on Gage’s plan. I was becoming paranoid that they were constantly judging me and wondering if I was strong enough to go through with the plan, and I could tell that Lily was beginning to notice. When we went out to lunch that day we sat in our same spot and ate our packaged meal provided by the Government just like we did every day. I stared do

 I walked down the winding path, so narrow and so tedious to navigate, by myself. It was dark, but I knew the way well since you and I had been here many times before. As I made my way farther and farther down the path to my intended destination, I held the picture of you close to my chest. I felt raindrops start to fall down from the sky, but I did not quicken my pace.  I only held your picture closer to me. I wanted to enjoy every moment of this walk, for it was the last time I knew I would walk down this path, our path ever again. I had a hood I could’ve covered my hair with to keep myself dry, but I didn’t. You loved the rain

The weekend was fast approaching, and Blake and I were extremely excited. I had never been out of Indiana, let alone out of the U.S., so the thought that I would be on my way out of the country in less than 24 hours was enough to get my heart racing and my blood pumping. The day before we left, was Thursday, and school seemed to drag on and on and on. Right after school, Blake and I were going to visit Lindsay and talk over our plans for our trip one last time. When the bell signaling the end of classes rang I felt as if I had finally been released from some sort of jail or something, and I rushed out to the parking lot like some newly relea

Summer was fast approaching and Lindsay wasn’t getting any better, in fact she was getting worse. Blake and I visited her in the hospital as much as possible and as the weeks dragged by, we watched as she got sicker and sicker. The chemo made her nauseous, and she threw up a lot. She joked about not having any hair to hold back while she puked, which apparently was a plus to her, but I knew she was wearing down. Her face was beginning to lose its color and her cheeks started looking gaunt, and drawn in. I knew she’d lose weight, but I didn’t realize how much. The more Blake and I began to visit the more I heard the doctors