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Chapter 2 "what am I to you?"Chapter 2: "What am I... to you?"
"And that's what happened." said Gloria after she was done telling the story.
"Oh," replied the girl as she looked at Aaron.
"Can you recall any of that?" Gloria asked.
"No," she said with no emotion. The girl then walked over to Aaron and reached out with her right hand and touched him on the cheek.
"What am I... to you? What are you... to me? I wish you would wake up and tell me..." she asked him quietly as she looked at his sad face. Her straight, long, light brown hair was covering her face from sight as she looked down. The girl then looked up at Gloria with a blank stare and asked,
"Can you give me a name?"
"Sure, but we need to fill out the right paper work to have it classified as your name."
"I don't care about that now. Can you just give me a name? I feel lonely without my name."
"Okay... Umm... your name will be... Am...ber. Amber Coreleto."
"Amber Coreleto? That sounds really pretty. Thank you so much, Gloria."
"Oh, you're welcome, Amber."
Chapter 1: "Who am I?"
"Uh, what is this place?' thought a young teenage girl as her red eyes fluttered open. The girl looked around and saw a nurse looking down at a clipboard writing something. She also noticed a curtain separating the room in two. She then sat up in her bed and asked the nurse, "Excuse me, miss. Where am I?" Startled by the girl asking the question the nurse replied,
"You've been hospitalized at West Avenue Hospital. You were in a car accident and were brought by a young man that was injured too." After the nurse answered her question, the girl had a puzzled look in her blood red eyes.
"Who are you? " asked the girl still looking puzzled.
"I'm Gloria Smith. I work here at the hospital as a nurse for injured patients."
" Who... am I?" she asked Gloria with a blank stare.
"You mean you don't know who you are?" Gloria asked worried.
"No?" she said spacing.
"Oh, my! You must have amnesia. Oh, you poor thing! Can you even remember your name?"
"No," she said aga
We're Falling So . . .We're falling so . . .
Falling so deep
into the pit of doom.
Our decisions so wrong,
and we're too young to even see.
The pain we cause others,
for doing what we do.
Is inhuman in every way.
Won't someone save us,
save us from falling?
Or will we fall forever?
We must stop and learn.
For if we don't.
We'll live in torment forever.
We're falling so . . .
Falling so far from our purity . . .
Why do I suffer?
When I have so much.
Is it because of my heart?
I feel like I miss someone.
Who is this someone?
My hearts betrays me.
Why, oh , why?
I just don't understand.
I'm in love,
but I do not seek it out.
Why am I so stupid?
Who are you,
my prince charming?
Will I ever find you?
Or have I already found you?
But I don't know who you are.
Please, won't you tell me?
Who are you?
Won't you save me?
And will you ever love me?
For I . . . love you . . .
Unsure . . . .Don't look at me.
Don't touch me.
Don't even speak to me.
Everything is so awakard now.
Ever since you told me you liked me.
My emotions unsure.
I have no clue what I feel for you.
All I know is that I'm flustered,
and that my heart sometimes skips a beat.
If I only understood guys,
and knew what you think.
Also, if I understood my own sex.
Then, maybe maybe I would understand myself.
I'm so scared of tomorrow.
I don't know what lies ahead for last period.
But I'll wait,
for I'm always waiting.
So I don't need to worry that much,
and I'll trust my heart.
Because my emotions guide me . . . . .
- - - - - - -
And what I mean by in the second line "Also, if I understood my own sex." I mean as in girl. My friends made a crack about it, so I'm warning yah.
Dark Clouds, Lonely SkyThe sky above,
so shy and lonely.
All that's there,
are feelings so phony
It turns all black,
so dark and cold.
The feeling of sadness,
unbearable, I've been told.
Only the sky knows,
for what lies ahead.
The dark clouds are coming,
the sky has said.
Clouds so dark,
clouds so dim.
They're so hateful,
unthinkable to your whim.
They're love grows,
they belong together.
Unknown of what's next,
and it'll last forever.
For no one knows.
Is it a storm?
Or is it a warm rain?
So, goodbye my forlorn.
Rain will fall,
sadness goes away.
Clouds and sky have merged,
to create the next day . . .
Smile that hides my depressionSmile that Hides My Depression
Each word you speak,
kills me slowly with each passing moment.
You're so happy as you speak,
you don't even see my heart bleeding.
I stand and wait forever for you.
But you just talk about her.
Forever you'll love her,
and forever I'll love you.
So goodbye as I forge a smile.
My emotions won't die,
But I will for you.
For my smile hides my depression from you,
And the sadness consumes . . . .
Questions of LifeQuestions of Life
Winry: I'm lost and can't be found.
Haku: Anything can be found if you look for it.
Winry: I'm broken and can't be fixed.
Haku: Anything can be fixed with super glue and tape.
Winry: I'm empty and hollow inside.
Haku: Anything can be filled with food.
Winry: I'm gone and have no one to love.
Haku: You're not alone with the voices.
Winry: I'm scared ad I don't know why.
Haku: It is better to be scared with someone.
Winry: I'm bound and can't be changed.
Haku: Be selfish and do what you want, not what others want.
Winry: He's gone and forever dead.
Haku: He lives on in the hearts and minds of those he left behind.
Winry: I have forgotten and emotions have flared.
Haku: Gather you emotions and bend them to your will. Memories fade, but feeling linger.
Winry: The darkness consumes and eats away my soul.
Haku: Look to the light. There cannot be darkness without light to balance it.
Winry: I'm gone, gone forever . . .
Haku: There is no such thing as 'forever', merely along
Nine TimesI saw him nine times.
The first time we were both sitting in the room together, getting ready to take the math test that would determine our placement. I was scatterbrained and throwing things around, trying to find the pencils that I had known I would need but had still just tossed in my purse. He was lounging backwards in his chair, looking for all the world as though he didn’t have a single care in the world, including the upcoming test. It annoyed me, that I was frantic and ready to scream, while someone else could be that relaxed.
I tested out of the class.
I don’t know if he did.
The second time I saw him, it was a few months after I arrived on campus. He was the one rushing and frantic this time, running across the square. He was probably late for class, though I had no way of knowing for sure. I was already lost in my own thoughts and ideas, deciding on my major and convincing people that yes, this is what I really want to do with my life. If they weren
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