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Post by micky on Dec 20, 2010 17:46:14 GMT -8
Wishing on stars, only when you see them,
It's like asking God for help, only when you need it.
But I'm wishing anyway...
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You know that feeling you get when you almost feel like your head is about to explode? That feeling of how you think the day just cannot get any worse?
It just seemed that today was going to be one of those days.
I had gotten to the hospital 5 minutes late for my doctors appointment. I mean, how was I to know that the sink was going to explode on me and cover the entire bathroom with water, how was I to know that there would be an old lady needing help with her groceries that she needed packing in her car? I might be crippled and injured but that instinct to help people just overrode everything (even if I did have only one arm working at the moment).
The doctor had pretty much told me that I would not be returning to my tour for awhile yet. Devastation. Infection, he called it. A mistake he did not make. It just apparently happened to somehow get into the dreaded bullet wounds.
Back on tour I had been shot twice. Once in the right shoulder, another right below that in the chest region. Resulted in a pierced lung, many damaged ligaments and almost a lifetime of surgeries (or at least felt like it). It had happened because of a shoot out. How could a rescue attempt turn out so nasty.
Scars.
Anyways, leaving the hospital I decided to head towards the park residing in front of the hospital. With my nose buried deep in the official papers the doctor had given me, I weaved through the carpark. Around cars, under cars, on top of cars, through cars, before reaching the set of lights. I pressed the button waiting for the sound of the lights to change, allowing me to cross.
The sound changed.
Absentmindedly I stuck my foot out, about to take a step onto the road, not knowing that the sound had changed for another set of lights, and that there were cars streaming past.
The woe of only thinking about the worst news ever…
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Story Length: Three hundred and Fifty Seven words
I bagss you: Darcie O'Dwyer - Weez
Musical item: Barefoot & Crazy - Jack Ingram
Emjay's notes: There we are. Streetsmartness disappears outta the window. Feel free to reply back with a birthday thing also, if you want.
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Post by darcieodwyer on Dec 21, 2010 0:28:44 GMT -8
 WE WANT THE TRUTH, GIVE US THE ABSOLUTE
My birthday - the big two one. Mind you, if my parents hadn’t decided they were going to migrate to America to live, I would have been three years past achieving legality in pretty much everything already. But, instead, they had decided to move after my father was offered a job over here. Fair enough, what’s best for the family first, and all.
They had meant to come to Addison to have lunch with me – even Connor had agreed to come with them, leaving Keely to say maybe. Not that I wouldn’t blame her if she didn’t, family gatherings seemed to bother her now, and I wasn’t going to be offended by it. Perhaps playing happy families just reminded her of the potential happiness she had lost. But, as life always seems to turn out, a series of unfortunate events left me on my own after they rang, last minute, to cancel.
Oh well.
At least it would save me having to tell them that I seem to be in a bit of a pickle. Though I might have to mention that they just cost me the only decent meal I would’ve eaten in just over a month. Well, when you were broke, all your money being spent towards rent, your horse and to fix a broken down truck sort of left you like that. It also meant I had to walk everywhere. Which, in any other weather, would be perfectly fine. But no, winter in Addison was turning out to just be wet – I would’ve preferred snow, to be completely honest.
I stopped at a set of traffic lights, on my way home again, after having walked almost the whole way to the restaurant before they decided to ring and tell me they couldn’t make it, I waited next to a guy, who looked about my age, who seemingly had his nose buried deeply into a few pieces of paper.
Normally, I wouldn’t have taken too much notice, but as the beeps went off for the lights to my right, instead of the ones we were both waiting to cross, I did notice when, without looking up, he stepped out on to the road. Automatic reflex kicked in as I half lunged forward, throwing my arms out across his chest, shoving him back a bit, at least until I was sure he had realised and stepped back onto the sidewalk.
“Trust me, road kill is not a good look,” I said, tones joking. Hey, it least it hadn’t ended badly.
WE NEED YOUR HELP, COS WE'VE GOT NOTHING
tagged Riley & Mickyy
words 421
outfit Clicky
muse Absolute - Thousand Foot Krutch
notes Silly man, should look both ways before crossing a road, did he learn nothing as a child? =P
credits Lyrics are Absolute by Thousand Foot Kruth. Template made by Irish
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