Homework Kills.

I have a ton of homework so that is why I haven't posted the next piece.

BUT! I will do that very soon! :)

Just you wait! :P

Alrighty.

Here's the other part....

....where did I leave off at?....
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I heard her magnificent voice.
I heard it again.
Val…you okay? You need to wake up! Val… She was fading. Her voice was fading, and so was I. I couldn’t think…my head hurt. A silence, and I didn’t hear her talk for a while. So I drifted back to sleep. Or rather, being unconscious.
I’m…just…so tired.
You are okay. You are not going to die, but you need to get up!
My eyes were slowly opening. I was blinking hard while the orange blue haze coming out of my unclosed windows shined on my eyes. Bright. Too Bright. I lifted up my head, and then dropped it hard on the thin carpeted floor. I felt nauseous, and my head welcomed back the harsh pounding.
Everything was coming back to me now, and I wasn’t numb anymore. I lifted up my head again, slower. I was still on the floor, near my desk, with a blanket spread over me. I wasn’t itchy or bloody. In fact, there was no blood in sight. Yet, my ears still rung, and I could feel the slow pounding of my pulse in the back of my head getting harder.
Be careful.
I looked around my bedroom. My bedspread was still on my double bed.My curtains were separated, pulled back, and tied in two neat knots. My walls were still the same color; rose. My TV screen was blank, turned off, like always. My light gray dresser, is standing safely in my corner, right next to my closet door.My walls have nothing on them; blank and forgotten.
Where are my parents?
I was on my knees, with my hands on the floor, in less than a second. I got up too fast. I grabbed the half full trash can, that was underneath my dark brown wooden, computer desk, and emptied out my stomach.
Oh, Val…. She moaned.
Where are my parents? I repeated, wiping my mouth with the back of my left hand. Downstairs.Your mom is getting ready to go to work, who by the way came upstairs to check upon you yesterday. I smirked.Your dad left about three hours ago. It’s Saturday. The maid is coming in twenty minutes. The gardener is coming in forty. And the chef is making you dinner.
Tim- She cut me off.
Five fifty two, you’ve been out for a day and a half.
Thanks.
I get up, but end up on the floor. My stomach is about to explo- I puke all over my floor. My insides start to burn, and the sound of my organs tearing filled the room. My eyes stayed shut, afraid to look at the horrible sight. The stench filled my nostrils, and I gag from the foul odor.
Oh dear. Oh dear, oh dear. Honey. Hematemesis. With that one word, I could feel myself shaking, my stomach felt like it was lit on fire. I let out a low shriek and vomited more blood. The twisting, pulling, burning, stabbing sensation in my stomach would not end. I couldn’t breathe, I dared not to breath, or move my stomach in anyway. Stephanie. I need your help. Help me. I couldn’t even think. My stomach took all of my concentration. Must. Not. Puke. Move. Speak. Please? I rolled away from the pile of shame. Yes. Are you ready? I nod, closing my eyes because I am afraid. My back on the floor. Slowly opening my eyes, turning my head slightly, at first seeing the vomit, blood, then-
The room instantly smells like lilacs. I see her. She’s…breath taking. My stomach automatically halts, the pain hiding.
Her face is heart shaped, just like mine. This is the first time I have seen her whole form. Her eyes are pure sea green, glistening. Her cheeks are rosy red. Her lips are small, but full, smiling at me. Her skin has a hint of a caramel tan to it. She has the scent of lilacs. She walks to my closet, and grabs a random black long t-shirt, and pulls it over her head full of dark brown short hair. She turns her attention to me, and walks towards me. As she gets closer I feel as if the wind is knocked out of me. I cannot speak; my voice is caught in my throat.
You’re amazing. Why…? Why did you take so long? Why couldn’t you show me yourself? My head was filling up with questions. Ears still ringing, and the vomit still there.She speaks “Shhhh. You need to save your energy.” The sound of her voice echoes throughout my entire body, the tingles run up and down my spine. The beautiful creature grabs a hold of me, before I can do anymore damage to myself. I feel two warm hands, get a solid grip. When she manages to pick me up, and carry me towards the bathroom across the hall, I’m frozen. She is soft, unnaturally soft. She keeps going, finally managing to carry me into the bathroom.
Trying not to upset my stomach, she sets me in the tub slowly and gently. I shiver, my stomach a bit wobbly.
“Cold.” I breathe. She starts to take off my clothes, suddenly I feel embarrassed, and the heat rises to my face.
“Sorry.” She laughs. “Do you want to do it yourself? Or do you want me to?” Her voice is smooth, unshaken.
“No, it’s fine.” I whisper softly. As I say that, she helps me out of my clothes, without me upchucking.
My body has scrapes all over, and some were bleeding. I looked like someone took forks, and did all the damage they could with it. It was painful to look at. Some itched, some were blue. Some were bright red, some were crusty, and outlined with dry blood. Some were still opened, but not bleeding. Some were deep almost to the bone, and bleeding. Some were on the verge of bleeding. They, overall, looked horrible. Bad enough to make anyone’s stomach turn, inside out.
“I want you to close your eyes, and count to twenty.” I looked at her, confused. “Please.” That was more of a demand, then a plea. I shut my eyes, trusting her.
Keep counting. No peeking.
“I mean it.” Her voice went stern. I sigh heavily. Seven, eight, nine….
I hear a slight mumble. I’m shivering-I’m in the bathtub undressed, at night, I say to myself. Eleven, twelve, thirteen, maybe just one little peek….
You will do no such thing.
Fifteen, sixteen….
Almost done….
Eighteen…. Twenty.
I open my eyes, and I look at Stephanie. She’s gazing at my body. I look down. My body is healed. Stephanie healed me.
“Thank you.” And with that she turns on the water. It’s blazing hot, but my body, instead of tensing up, welcomes it.
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What did you guys think? It gets a bit...weird (you will soon see what I mean)...but I like it. :)

Feedback please!!!

Yummy in My Tummy.

Here's my poem about hot chocolate.

The warmth you give me
starts up my fire
again.
My whole body.
Far from ice-cold.
At first you burn me,
and my insides.
But,
I
eventually get used to
the fire.
The sensational feeling of
being warm, but most
importantly-
protection.
You gave me a home,
and you satisfy my
stomach.
You burn deep within
my organs,
and farther than my bones.
Farther than my heartbeat,
dares to ever go.
You crumble them,
as the fire passes
throughout me.
Oh the joyful, and thrilling
rush
you give me.
Oh how I love you so dearly.
Oh how I love you my dear.
Oh how I love you so dearly,
my dear
hot
chocolate! :)

Hah. I'm weird. Writing poetry about hot chocolate. Oh well.

Okay, The Mark. I am writing it, I have to edit it and then I'll post. I haven't been writing as much as I should have -blame school- but I will try to get back on track.
I have 9 pages, and 3,641 words. Jeez. I suck, I gotta write summore. I know, I know! Okay, night to all! And to all a merry day!...or night!/sleep!

A day late

Here's the next part. This part is a little disturbing. You were warned.

Val….
Mmm? I sit up straight, startled. I still can’t get used to her voice. Her attractive voice.
I need your help.
What now? Lately, she’s been giving me tasks, from left to right.
The lovely voice, softens. Stop it. I’m serious.
Okay, sorry. What is it? It’s a rare occasion when she’s serious. Usually, she’s giddy, and bubbly.
There is a girl, she is around your age. She is in trouble. I am not quite sure how yet, but it is bad. I feel a negative vibe coming from her. And it is strong. I need you to keep your eye on her. You know what to do. Dream.
Right. I breathed. Climbed on my double bed. I had to focus, flow out of this body. Like liquid. Ooze out. Slowly, but surely. I began to feel sleepy, then my eyes closed shut right on queue. I could feel myself rise out of this atmosphere, and take my soul to a much farther peaceful place. My eyes flew open. It’s not working.
Try harder. She urged. Getting annoyed. Common you have done this a million times, how come you cannot do it now? Your getting soft on me? Try harder! I tried again. She shouted, and began to plead. Please? I need you to focus, with all your might. You have to figure out what is going to happen. She is in a great amount of danger. She could be hurt!
I hate it when you do that! I thought, rolling my eyes.
Do what? She asked innocently. A silence. I tried again. Tried to detach myself from my body. Tried to search for that girl. I could feel my brain working at its hardest. Searching. Searching for that girl. Who could be dead by now. That made me try harder. I didn’t want anyone to get hurt. The mark started to burn, I felt it. It hurt so bad. Am I doing this wrong?
No. She's trying to enter your body, to make you feel pain. She's trying to make you see it her way. How she feels. The girl. She was…taking over my body. I could feel hatred, pain, depression over come me all of a sudden.
What’s happening? I started to panic, the burn was noticeably painful.
This episode is going to be horrible Val. I am sorry. I am so sorry. She’s too powerful, she is so close to death. What you are now going to feel is death. I cannot stop it. It is too late. If you get through this, you will help her more than you know.
If? Steph…the mark…it hurts. You said it wouldn’t hurt. You promised me. I could feel the mark. It felt as if someone ripped open my arm, yanking and pulling at it. I smelled the blood, I started to gasp. I was bending over now. Groping my arm. Trying to make the burning stop.
I am so sorry. So sorry. She was repeating that over and over again. She started to weep. So sorry Val. So very sorry.
“Make it stop! Stephanie please.” Make it stop. Please! The tears were building up now. Why won’t you make it stop? I was in the corner of my bedroom on the floor, crawled up in a ball. Surrounded by blood. I could smell it. Feel it. It started to form in a puddle. Starting at my right hand, and slowly making its way up to my mouth. The blood was gushing out from my mark. I had no cuts in sight. How is this possible? How am I bleeding? It began to enter my mouth. As if it was trying to suffocate me. I tried to spit it out. I had to swallow, I had no choice. Filling my lungs with blood. I couldn’t breathe. My lungs were almost out of air. I was running out of time.
Hang on. Val. You can do it! Val…. Her voice was starting to fade, everything was fading.
That’s when I felt and heard a tear all over. Legs. Arms. Torso. Feet. Hands. I looked down at my body, and cuts were forming. Left, right, criss-crosses, Xs. They were everywhere.
Just make it stop.
My lungs felt as if they were about to let me down. I could feel my heart beat slow down. Every. Single. Beat. Was. Getting. Slower. My breath shortened, in a panicking way. I couldn’t feel the rest of my body. Everything was numb. Everything.
Make…It…Stop….Make…It…Please….
Everything. Numb. Blood. Everywhere. Lungs. Failing. I. Am. Failing. Stephan….
Val…stay with m-

Mk, so how did you like it? I know it gets a bit confusing about the girl, and the "dream" part, but later on in the story (the part that I just finished writing, in fact) it makes more sense. So don't worry if your confused now, things start to unravel later on!
;)

Sorry.

I will put up the next little piece of "The Mark" when I finish editing it I swear! XP So, yes, I will do that right now. It might be up tomorrow or the next day. With school you can never know. But no later than Friday! :)

xx

The Mark

As I promised. Sorry I didn't do it yesterday! X)

She was here, even when I was a baby. My first word was “Stephanie”. I had always known someone was there. Watching me. Helping me along the way. My first encounter with her, that I remember, was when I was seven. She came to me in my head, talking to me. Telling me that she was here to help me. Help me. Protect me.
My parents were away, heading to work. And the babysitter was supposed to be there. Oh, why hadn’t the babysitter been there? She told me her name was Stephanie, and that she had been looking out for me my whole life. I was a bit frightened, but the voice was and still is memorizing. So I did what she said. I had to do it, or else. That’s what she always told me, and I never disobeyed her, ever.
I set my house on fire, when I was seven. Because Stephanie told me that she would protect me. Protect me from the fire and more importantly death. Which she did, for the most part. Because she protected me, I didn’t burn completely. I stayed in my room, and did what I was told. To swallow the fire. To make fire. And to become it myself. That’s how I got the mark.
When I was eight, I threw my cat on the roof, and it stayed up there. They found the body a few weeks later. I choked my dog to death, when I was eleven, while still managing to gouge out the other one’s eyes. Thirteen, I broke my arm, I smashed it with a hammer. My new cat came in at the wrong time. Saw everything. Stephanie told me to throw the hammer at it, because if I didn’t, the cat would tell everyone. That was the end of pets.
I feel like Stephanie told me to do those things for a reason. I feel…inhuman. Sounds crazy, believe me. I’m surprised my parents haven’t locked me up in a padded room. But they are just too busy, when it comes to me.

My name is Valerie Ali Belial, and Stephanie is who I worship. Hello. She’s like a god, but yet a sister. She has always been there for me. And with me, for my whole life. 15 years. She is not human. She talks to me. Through my head. Rare occasions does she talk to me out loud. I have medium length, dark brown wavy hair, piercing blue green eyes, and I’m 5’6”. She’s very beautiful. I can’t really describe Stephanie. One of those reasons is that I haven’t seen her full form. She won’t let me hasn’t showed me her yet.
I think of her as my mother, even though she sounds like a goddess. But I’ve never really asked her much about herself. I just have a gut feeling to trust her. Which I completely do, or I wouldn’t have done previous wicked tasks for her. Some of them are for me to do with body, and some well they are harmful helpful to others but mainly me.
Stephanie wouldn’t/hasn’t hurt me. Ever. Never would think about it. Ever. When she tells me to “dream”, I know that I must search for whoever she tells me to, in my mind. It’s a thing she gave me. The mark. It’s a burn. On both of my arms. They are only visible to me and her. It’s a gift. Sure is. That’s what I like to call it. Ahem? We, I mean. Some may say I’m cursed, or crazy. Well when I do my little “search”, I get episodes. The episode is usually about the person, or is related to them somehow. Sometimes they get pretty bad.
Sometimes like now….

Okay, so tomorrow night I will post the other part, which happens to be my favorite part, so far! >)
C ya!

Sample Time!

Here's a sample of my writing:

Security Office:
“You three have to call parents. Alex Weekly, correct?” The security guard asks Alex, she nods. “You can go first, explain to them why you running around cutting other people, and threatening them. They can sue you, you know that?!” The security started to turn red, trying not to yell at her. While the security guard handed Alex the phone, Alex is worrying about calling her parents. She dials, her hands shaking.
“Hello? This is Alex.” she asks, shaking, hoping this works.
“Hey Al….” The other person on the phone answers.
“Mom? Hey this is Alex, I’m in the security guards office.” Alex looks up to the guard who is standing over her, pointing to the phone. Hopefully her friend can pull it off. “Um, he wants to talk to you. Okay?” She hands the phone to the guard.
“Hello, ma’am, my name is Joseph. I’m calling to tell you that…yes I know…why? Well because she well…yes Mrs. I’m sorry for wasting your time. Yes, she will…okay, thank you.” Joseph put down the phone flabbergasted, and sweat was forming on the side of his face. “Okay your mother said to let you go, so after they call their parents, we can all leave.” He started to head towards to the door. “I’ll be right back.” He nods then leaves.
“Well this is bull. My name is Kevin Brook. I’m 14.” He smiles. “What’s your name?” He says to the youngest looking girl.
She clears her throat. “My name is Lucy, Lucy Rivers. I’m 13.” She smiles back, but then her whole face turns blood red, and criss crosses her legs.
“Why are you guys here? I mean what did you guys do to get here?”Alex asks.
“Well I tried to set the curtain on fire, while they were trying to set up, but I got caught because some kid, named Noah, ratted me out.” He chuckles, but Lucy gasps, and her face drains of all color. “What? What is it? Is he like your brother or something?” She nods. “ Oh well he was a cool kid, no hard feelings, though.” Kevin says. When Lucy looks up she’s greeted by a warm smile, but this time she doesn’t return the favor.

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Umm, I wrote that one in the beginning of summer. In June, I believe.
How are you? I'm good, just sneezy. If you want to get a better description than the one I'm about to give you, go to my other blog.

Name: Elle
Occupation: Student. Writer. (Am I really a writer?)
I like music, blogging, writing, shopping, not sneezing, making bloggy friends, texting, and that's about it. My life revolves around those things, oh, and school (sadly) XP I like making smiley faces, too. So expect those a lot. They are just so very fun! Eh?
Age: Ahhhhh. Gotcha there. I like to keep it a secret, on the DL, I'm mysterious that way.
Favorite #: 18 and 13.
Favorite Color: Don't have one.
Favorite Song: Don't have one.
Favorite Band: Guess...Don't have one. There are just too many in the world, and I don't think it's very nice to exclude the rest. That includes Color, Song, Store, etc.
Umm, that's about it...Oh, I live in Chicago. Have two younger brothers. I'm a very hyper person. :) And I babble a lot, like now, for instance. Eek.
Oh, I'm a sporty person, and in practice today I pulled my arm muscle. Too much spiking. So for today, and tomorrows practice I can't spike the ball. :(((((((

Well that's about it!
Check in with you guys tomorrow. Also! I will post "The Mark" tomorrow. If you want a sneak peak of it, here ya go! Bcuz i'm nice like that! >_<

Have a good...ahhh! This is tricky, because there are different time periods (duhh elle). Umm good ________ to you!
(Get it? Fill in the blank?) Hahahaa.