They walked into the bathroom and tried to take her from my arms. I screamed and held onto her tighter.
"No you cant take her!!! She'll wake up I know she will!"
I sobbed and screamed and kicked and then felt a sharp pain in my arm. They gave me a shot of sedative and everything got fuzzy. I watched them carry her to the body bag.
"You...you can't put her.. in there...shes afraid of the dark." I said quietly and hazily tears pooling in my eyes as they zipped her up and took her away.
The next few weeks were kind of a blur. I didn't eat, I didn't sleep, all I did was think of her.
But here I am three years later. And every chilly September, the first day of the high school year, I visit Candy's grave. I sit across from her grave stone and talk, wishing she could hear me. Wishing I could hear that beautiful laugh. And I toast to her, and toss back a shot of strawberry whiskey.
I still sing and draw, but over the years I've taken a liking to writing. Usually about the beautiful brunette that holds my heart, and the sinful love we shared.
The End.
DU LIEST GERADE
sinful love
RomantikHave you ever had feelings....that were described as wrong? That's how people viewed my feelings for her. But none the less..I can't fight them. What am I going to do? I've fall in in love with a sweet, Christian girl. And I'm absolutely lost in her.
