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Friday, July 22, 2011

Gettinn' excited

HEYY i havnt posted anything in a while :l cuz im lazy.. well lifes like usual. schll as usual. got through lotsa programs (sports day, arts day, sell stuff day) there were awesome times and bad times.Just passed my piano exam and it was fine :l well lotsof stuff happened and i ain't spreading it all down here.

THE MAIN THING IS
thr's a new student in my class next week. It's been like CENTURIES since thr's a new student. Hell, THR WAS NEVER A NEW STUDENT LAST TIME. This is the 1st time actually and i'm gettin excited. HOPE SHE'S NICE :D

btw i found some awesome drawing aand u can check it out at deviantart.com

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Dark Alliance : Ƭнɛ Ɖαяκ Ɖɛʌιℓ

We were in the hospital ,in Dark's room. Dark lifted up a knife which was on a table beside him and carved something on his hand. I began to take the knife away from him but he was done before I could stop him. He looked at me straight in the eye and lured both of his hands at me. I studied them.

The palms of his hands had a shape of a heart carved on it and the word "MUM" in the center, he did five years ago...the day when mum left. But now,in the center of the heart shape,it wasn't the word mum no longer. It was my name. He's palms were all covered with blood and he didn't even wince of the pain of his carved hands.

I stared at his wounded eyes. They where weary, filled with anguish, sorrow and ........ love. Only one look of his expression, I can tell that he just now realized as long as he lived, mum wasn't the one who kept him going. it was me. I was the one who's always by his side. i was the one who looked after him, the one who really cared about him.

Tears filled my eyes. I throw my self at him and wishing all my heart and soul that he could last longer....stay by my side forever. But everything must end. That's how life is even if it's so hard to let it go. he just couldn't stay in this world. His heart is finished. He smiled tenderly at me and wipe off the tears on my face. He looked up at the ceiling, as if he could see the dark, beautiful, star filled night sky, and right back at me. As he lie against the pillow with his eyes half closed...he mouthed the words"I love you, sis" and the lids closed slowly. A tear rolled down his cheek and his expression softens with a sweet little smile of his.

I felt the pulse of his hand slowed down...and finally....completely.......stops. He's dead.

I sighed and slumped back at my seat. Recalling his biography in my head, I wrote it in a piece of paper....

"Darren Gandolf, Dark for short. A famous young guitarist in a band called the "Dark Alliance". His life was complete with wealth (after he was well-known) but never complete with love. He always had been a loner and could be twisted if someone tried to harm the people who cared about him. He could even kill. When he was eight, he was known as the Dark Devil or the Lonely Reaper. He killed some of his relatives just to keep his mother safe. Just from the shots of a gun caused by a little kid, ten of his father side of the family were dead. His crime was warned across the whole world with his personal poem...

WHEN THE LIGHT HAS FALLEN...

AND THE DARK TOOK OVER...

THE QUESTION OF DEATH...

COMES IN HAND...

BELIEVERS WILL FALL...

AT THE SOUND OF THE TRIGGER,

NON-BELIEVERS WILL BE LEFT,

BUT STILL AT THE MERCY OF DEATH...

SORROW..SADNESS..FRIGHT

ALL HAS TURNED DARK...

NO RADIANT LIGHT...

NOW GOODBYE MY FRIEND...

GOODNIGHT.....'

To all that he did, he thought his mother will be proud of him. But...she left her killer son alone instead. Darren was never perfect. He had a defected heart. Even if he's a flaw, he is also gifted. He was the most skillful musician anyone could have ever met. A genius. He could play almost every instrument correctly without even knowing how. The guitar was his favorite. Darren....a faithful boy. Never had a chance to become a teen or a rightful adult. Born-2/4/1994, named as a killer- 8/1/2002, became a famous guitarist-1/2/2004, died-31/12/2006..when he was twelve. The last day of the year, was the last day of his life."

I pasted the paper into a family album, next to a picture of me and dark in the cold winter day with smiles on our faces. I studied the picture for awhile and closed the album. I looked up at Dark's dead lifeless body and smiled sadly. It was four minutes before midnight.

without thinking, i leaned close to him, still holding his bloodied hands, i whispered in his ear...

"Ǥσσ∂вʏɛ Ɖαяκ, Ǥσσ∂иιɢнт"

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Friday, July 22, 2011

Gettinn' excited

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мʏ мρ3 :Ƥ

WATCH OUT FOR D MIGHTY BEARBEAR O_O

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ƨтαℓκɛяƨ :)

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Dark Alliance : Ƭнɛ Ɖαяκ Ɖɛʌιℓ

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