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Here's the rest of her story. I honestly didn't really read it.

Death begins with life’s first breath
And life begins at the touch of death…

She was beautiful. She had everything I had ever wanted, and my only escape was hiding in the dark corners of the world, and running for the door. But nobody ever listened; it was so hard, just to be me. They said every teenager felt this way, but I knew I was different. Always living in the shadow of someone else, her, never able to believe in myself. Trying to find a hand to hold, to help me get through it. But all the hands were cold, and the voices were mean. I was living in a night mere, though I was wide-awake. It felt like a never-ending sleep.
Now I know I’m wide awake, no matter how much worse the night mere becomes, and trust me, it got much, much worse when he walked in to my life and turned it upside down forever….

Chapter 1

I was sixteen years old when my parents went away, I was stuck inside a broken life I couldn’t wish away no matter how hard I tried. The word impossible streamed constantly across my mind. There was one thing that made everything worse then usual. Scarlet. She was beautiful, and she had everything. It wasn’t fair how much power she possessed because of what she had. My only escape was hiding out and running for the door whenever she neared…I wasn’t afraid of her; she just poked at what was already broken.
I wish somebody would listen; all I need is for someone to understand how hard it is. I felt like I was living in the shadows while everyone else lived out their dreams. All I needed was a hand, the hand that never came until one unfortunate day, the day I came alive again, and the day I died inside. I was still the ash pale Caleigh Blaise with dark curls that fell just below my shoulders and dark piercing eyes, but I finally felt like my life was worth something again. That’s when I found Brandon.
He didn’t know it yet, but he was the one person who’s hand I would willingly take, fearless once again. The chains that I felt like I was bound in didn’t hold me anymore, and I didn’t want people to feel sorry for me. I never showed how I really felt, always keeping my face blank, emotionless. Emotions give people the chance to destroy you, and I had to be strong.
After a while I began to notice that Scarlet had gotten a hold of Brandon, digging her pink nails in to his tan, toned arm, refusing to let go. She would do anything to ruin me, and I hated her for that. Even though I didn’t show them, she knew my weaknesses. All the days collided, each one less perfect then the last. Scarlet was living the life I wanted, the life I needed, but of course, I was always a last resort.
Guys didn’t really like me, weather it was because they were scared of me or didn’t know what to think of me I didn’t know, but when I first met Brandon it was different. He hated me, strongly, and he told me it was because of how much he loved me, but now I knew that was a lie. If he loved me he wouldn’t be with Scarlet. I didn’t have time for this…
I didn’t really like him at first, he annoyed me…but now, seeing him with Scarlet, watching the frown form on his perfect features as she yells at him for joking about her hair being a mess, I knew I loved him to, and I only wish I could have realized that sooner. As much as I wanted to tell him, to put a smile on his face again, I knew it wasn’t safe, and I didn’t need more drama.
It was early, 12:55 am to be exact, and I hadn’t gotten one ounce of sleep. The night began with me staring out my window in to the dark, watching the clouds roll swiftly over the moon, which left my confused mind and broken heart feeling even worse. I began to hyperventilate for a reason I couldn’t explain if my life was on the line, and only just realized when it turned in to sobs by the slightly shaking bed. I shut my curtains roughly, not wanting the light provided from the moon, and sat hugging my pillow alone in the dark. The wrenching sobs had died down slightly, and turned in to silent tears streaming slowly down my cheeks. I wanted to scream, let the world know I had given up, or I felt like giving up.
Love is impossible, just a pain we choose to inflict on ourselves because it doesn’t hurt at first, you just feel the tingling that always comes briefly before the real pain sets in. I can’t handle anymore of that pain…and the tingling feeling is becoming unbearable! I wandered idly if he still felt the same way he used to about me, before my tears put me to sleep…

I woke the next morning shivering; I hadn’t realized I had left my windows down last night. But even so, it shouldn’t be this cold. I looked out to find a think layer of white diamonds covering the ground, blowing like powder in the wind. I wandered how something as trivial as the cold could bother me when I looked like I was made of ice myself. I stepped out of bed, wanting to see if the snow was as soft as it looked, and padded quietly downstairs, as not to wake my sister, who ironically was a preppy, tan, sporty blonde. The total opposite of me…I often wandered how we could possibly be related.
I stepped out on to the front porch and let out a quiet hiss of pain as something sharp stabbed in to my toe. I glanced down, there; lying under my foot was a little white Rose. I lifted my foot, and a few drops of blood spilt on the wintry petals. There was a red ribbon tied around the stem, and I caught my name printed perfectly in black ink.
Caleigh Blaise
I forgot the sharp pain in my toe, which was now spreading across my entire leg, and carefully—keeping away from the thorns—lifted the rose to my nose. It smelled like a Rose should, mixed with something warmer, and more dangerous. Like the smell of the clean ocean breeze on a warm summer evening before you drown.
I looked around, hoping to get a clue of who put it there and although Brandon’s face kept running through my mind, I highly doubted it was him. He was with Scarlet, and I was nothing now but the girl he loved to hate way back when…
“Hello?” I called out, my voice echoing in empty nothingness. No reply. No one ever saw the real me, so no one could ever truly love me. I suddenly got the chills. Not from the cold, but from the rose, thorns pricking my fingers, petals bloodstained…it looked beautifully eerie. Scary really, like something from a horror movie. I was never one to get scared, so me saying this was a lot.

The roses came every morning, but everyday there were more, and they had more thorns. As many times as my feet had gotten pricked by those small insignificant things, you’d think I’d learned my lesson, but as to be expected, every day my foot got pricked again, and a few drops of blood spilt to cover the roses. I barely noticed the pain now, but my sister was constantly worrying about why there were bloodstained roses in my room. When she’d ask I’d just laugh and say, “It’s a secret, even to me.” Which left her even more confused.
She tried calling a doctor. Can you believe it? She actually thought I needed mental help. “What’s the first thing you think of upon waking up Caleigh?” the doctor asked, inhaling my sent appreciatively. I smirked, roses. I always smelled like roses now. I shrugged. “The roses. But I don’t think of them in a bad way…it’s more like it’s inevitable, unavoidable.”
That was the answer I had been giving for the past week now, and I didn’t plan on changing it anytime soon. I didn’t want some stranger to know what I was thinking, all the pain and longing…no one ever needed to know how I felt. Dr. Miller sighed, and pinched the bridge of her nose with her index finger and thumb, a notion I noticed she only did when she was getting impatient.
I glanced up at her from under the safe cover of my think dark eyelashes and let a tear or two fall easily from my eyes. I had to tell someone…“I’m sorry…” I curled up, hiding my face in my knees. “I-I lost the one thing that ever mattered to me…he showed me how to live again, then he left me like I didn’t mean anything to him…then the roses came. I caught a glimpse of him running from the front porch a few times really early in the morning…and-” I broke off, my sobs made it hard to talk.
When she didn’t say anything, I looked up. Dr. Miller sat quietly, her mouth hanging open rudely. So I sat there, still crying, waiting for Dr. Miller to tell me what to do, should I confront him, or stay quiet and let the roses keep coming, let my feet keep bleeding painfully... Both ideas horrified me, but if it wasn’t answered, I knew this would be the question that haunted me until the day I died…
“Well?” I finally pressed, wiping away the tears that were still running slowly down my cheeks. Dr. Miller shook herself, and got up, walking up to me in an attempted hug, but I shook her off. “I’m looking for a solution to my problem, not pity.” I told her sternly. She pulled her arms back, looking only slight hurt, which made me feel only slightly sorry for saying what I said.
“Sweetie, your sixteen…your way to young to be tied down, hug up on one guy. Live a little…” I glared at her, she didn’t get it! No one ever got it; they thought it was some teenage fling, that I was just the usual lovesick girl! No normal teenage relationship left your blood smelling like roses! I knew it was a bad idea to hire this stupid shrink…
I got up, pulling my sweater closer around me and said, “Thank you, but I really should be going now. I have homework.” In truth, school was the last thing on my mind, has been for a while now. I stalked out to the car, searching for my keys when I heard something that sounded like a keychain rattling. I looked up, and gasped, freezing up where I stood.
“How about you let me drive?” A deep, warm voice chuckled. I bit my lip to keep from crying, and nodded, a smile forming on my small pink lips as I stumbled to the passenger seat.
Brandon got in to the driver’s seat and started the car, turning to look at me for a long while before backing out and driving off…
“How have you been?” He asked me conversationally. “Terrible.” I was always honest with him; he was the one exception to my don’t-show-anyone-anything rule. “I’m sorry…I thought…ugh! I was wrong anyways, so it doesn’t matter what I thought.” He said all this in a rush, confusing me, but not enough to stop me from responding. “There’s so much you still don’t know about me. Who I was before you met me…” I didn’t want to scare him away, I needed this moment to last, and I didn’t want him to leave just yet.
“I know, I was…stupid. I still hate you though so don’t worry.” He joked, flashing me my favorite smile, the one so cocky it used to make me roll my eyes, now it made me giggle, for the first time in forever. The sound came out like bells, sounding strangely magical…
“Did you get my roses?” He asked suddenly, his eyes had a faraway look. A sad one that I was sure I’d never find out the reason behind, and as of now…I didn’t care. As long as I was with him. I pulled my knees to my chest, and touched my shimmering black toenails. “Yes, who knew something so beautiful could cause so much pain?” I shook my head in unspoken disbelief.
“So you got my message?” He questioned, suddenly sounding demanding. I nodded, my eyes narrowing. This is one of the things that mildly annoyed me about him, his sudden mood swings. One minute he’d be sweet and caring, then the next he’d be strict and demanding. I thought I had learned to ignore it, but I guess not seeing him for months kind of changed things…”Sometimes the most beautiful things bring the most pain…but it’s impossible to stay away from them. You kept the roses did you not? They were something you looked forward to seeing…and feeling in the morning.”
“Me…?” I suddenly understood, he was talking about me. Beautiful, and painful. He touched my cheek. “You don’t see it, but everyone thinks you look breathtaking, they whisper you know. Girls are envious, guys are…guys are relentless. They want to talk to you, but something about you scares them off…and the pain you cause me…unbearable. It seemed much easier for you to live without me then me without you.” I laughed once without humor as he pulled in to my driveway, but kept the car on for heat. “I was dying…” And I truly believed I was, life was just so hard without him in it to walk me through the rough patches. An island of hope in a sea of sameness…a cold, rough sea for that matter.
“Caliegh…” He murmured, and I blinked to focus, jumping slightly as I realized how close he was. “No…” I whispered, but before the word fully came out he pressed his lips softly to mine for the first time in forever. I started to cry through the kiss. It was just going to hurt all that much more when he left again…but for now, I sighed contently in his arms and enjoyed what I knew would be the only happy part in my life for a long time…
We were both breathing hard by the time he finally pulled away. I wasn’t sure weather to glare with the pain I knew this would cause me, or glow with the intense happiness I was feeling, and settled on neither. Instead I sat quietly, head resting against the seat, eyes closed. “Why did you leave me before?” I asked quietly. I didn’t want to ruin the mood, but the question just came to me, and I needed to know. Brandon shrugged, “You didn’t seem interested, and I didn’t want to make you stay with me if you didn’t want to.”
He traced the small tattoo on my back, it was a red rose, and contrasted strangely with my pale skin. “Red is a hateful color…white is full of life, and black is death.” He whispered, pulling his hand away. “You scare me sometimes you know that?” I laughed, and again the sound came out musical, I kept it up just to listen to it. The sound was calming, like a lullaby, a baby’s innocent giggle. It was something I’m sure anybody could easily fall asleep to, or become instantly happy upon listening to.
“And yet you think your so dark, so heartless, so unfeeling, but then you laugh like that…” I rolled my eyes, “Yes, I’m oh so full of carefree life.” I said sarcastically. “Exactly.” I looked at Brandon like he had gone mad, and let my eyes glaze over, the blush fade from my cheeks, and my body turn to immobile stone. “You have no idea what you’re talking about…” I scowled coldly, then smiled, returning to normal. “See? There’s a part of me more hollow then the coldest cave on earth...”
This wasn’t a fact I was proud of, but it was what made me special, different then most. It’s what scared guys away and what made people think twice before coming to talk to me. Brandon blinked harshly for a moment, and mumbled something inaudible. “Excuse me?” I questioned. He smiled at me. “Nothing, that was impressive.” I didn’t quite know how to respond, but settled with a quiet, “That was me...”
I could tell he was speechless, and I gave a sad, half smile. “I’m not the girl you may think I am. There is nothing sun shiny, or happy about me. I’m sorry…” I turned to get out of the car, and he caught my wrist, forcing me to look at him.

I second, and let us hope she really is not pregnant.... I can't stand the thought of Twihards reproducing.... No offense (I think)

I couldn't get beyond the first paragraph. Boo-hoo, poor, poor little me, so alone and unloved in the world. Would you like a tissue for your issues? rolleyes *snorts* Send s**t like that to a publishing house- it'll go right to the slush pile.

As for her being pregnant- wow, maybe we'll see her on MTV's "16 and pregnant" show. oh how I weep for the future of this world. emo I think I'll go cut myself now. Its too depressing. It hurts me deep. No one's ever been hurt like this before. No one could possilby understand this pain....


edit: Just for the record, above I was being a sarcastic a**. I started to read part way through- and it's the same s**t I find on ff.net. I could go through and tear it up , but I don't wanna make a preggy teenybopper throw herself off a cliff or something. Twitards- no telling how they'll react. Be afraid. Be VERY afraid. neutral

...I don't know why this irks me. But I can't stand people who spell "sexy" as "Sexii". And in aLteRnAtInG cApS no less!

I will not face it? SM is amazing?! 'Scuse me while I go laugh myself to tears in my compy seat here.

And can I be honest about that chapter there? All I gotta say... is that aside from the fact that it's basically like an obvious Twilight clone, it could've been a LOT worse. Just gotta fix the usage errors, and the text blocks of DOOM, and not make it so wordy like SMeyer did.

Yes, I'm in a lenient mood today. I'm saying that no, it's not all that great, but at least she wasn't using shorthand in the thing, so that's a plus. (But what do I know? I'm still a writing novice, more or less.)

The pink text was just from my autoformat.... .___.

Yes, Neku is a ******** emo kid. The game, on the whole, is very good by most RPG standards. I mean it has the generic pick a skill thing, but it's done in a creative way via pins. The two screen battle system is anything but boring with it's hectic pace, and the challenge level is adjustable on the fly. I mean, you can lower your levels at will to make the game harder and get better rewards. How many games let you do that? The enemies were creative, the storyline compelling, the characters well-rounded, and it was really a joy for me to play, especially the bonus chapter at the end, where Neku isn't so emo.

Oh, did I mention that the game is hilarious? You get such gems as, "Who approved that guy's costume? He's got a ram on his crotch..." and, "You're almost as determined as you are stupid..." "Damn right!" "...she's making fun of you, dude."

Overall, I can see the depressing side of it, but the game is definately not repetitive.

I found it amusing how she seemed like she thought you'd give up if she typed out some words in the middle, but after you didn't mention it, she went back to her old ways.
And I think the love/lust thing is just something she made up as an excuse when she got preggers.