Post by megan on Feb 14, 2007 14:31:57 GMT 10
To finish the title-
Denial, its not just a river in Egypt, its a whole freaking ocean.
I'm a liar
Its my secret no one knows
I'm a liar
Yeah I know it doesn't show
Abby sat cross legged on the couch, holding the phone in one hand..tossing it lightly back and forth, rolling it around, just like the thoughts in her head. She wasn't sure what she wanted to do. Hell, it seemed like these days she never knew what she wanted or needed. She tossed the phone onto the cushion next to her and buried her face in her hands, her hair falling lightly to cover her hands and face. She wanted to cry, but god, she hated crying, especially over a silly boy. He wasn't a silly boy though, at least not to her. That was at least what she thought until tonight. Her mind skimmed over the memories, sure, she wanted it and he wanted it, but not the way it happened. She never thought about it like that, it made her stomach turn. She felt the vomit rise and burn her throat. She forced it down with a hasty, dry swallow.
She pulled herself up off the couch and managed to somehow make it to her room. She was completely out of it. She pulled off her clothes, almost as if on auto-pilot. The next thing she knew she was in her kitchen standing in front of the refridgerator in her pajamas, if you could even call them that, an oversized sweatshirt and the littlest shorts that seemed to occupy her third drawer. She wasn't even hungry, but she felt herself reach into her fridge and pull out what appeared to be left-over Mexican food from the little place down the street. It wasn't good the first time she ate it, so why would it be good the second time around? She discarded it into the trash and found her way back to the couch, practically throwing herself onto the cushions.
--
She woke up suddenly, not entirely sure why she woke up. She stayed in the same position for a few moments staring blankly at her finger nails, when there was what she guessed to be another knock on the door.
"Damn," she muttered.
She managed to pull herself from the couch once more, moving to the door. She didnt even bother to look to see who it was, she just swung open the door.
"We need to talk," he said matter of factly to her.
"No, I really don't think we do Luka," she said before closing the door.
No I don't miss you anymore
No I dont think of you
It's such a game to seemed adored
No I dont love you anymore
Denial, its not just a river in Egypt, its a whole freaking ocean.
I'm a liar
Its my secret no one knows
I'm a liar
Yeah I know it doesn't show
Abby sat cross legged on the couch, holding the phone in one hand..tossing it lightly back and forth, rolling it around, just like the thoughts in her head. She wasn't sure what she wanted to do. Hell, it seemed like these days she never knew what she wanted or needed. She tossed the phone onto the cushion next to her and buried her face in her hands, her hair falling lightly to cover her hands and face. She wanted to cry, but god, she hated crying, especially over a silly boy. He wasn't a silly boy though, at least not to her. That was at least what she thought until tonight. Her mind skimmed over the memories, sure, she wanted it and he wanted it, but not the way it happened. She never thought about it like that, it made her stomach turn. She felt the vomit rise and burn her throat. She forced it down with a hasty, dry swallow.
She pulled herself up off the couch and managed to somehow make it to her room. She was completely out of it. She pulled off her clothes, almost as if on auto-pilot. The next thing she knew she was in her kitchen standing in front of the refridgerator in her pajamas, if you could even call them that, an oversized sweatshirt and the littlest shorts that seemed to occupy her third drawer. She wasn't even hungry, but she felt herself reach into her fridge and pull out what appeared to be left-over Mexican food from the little place down the street. It wasn't good the first time she ate it, so why would it be good the second time around? She discarded it into the trash and found her way back to the couch, practically throwing herself onto the cushions.
--
She woke up suddenly, not entirely sure why she woke up. She stayed in the same position for a few moments staring blankly at her finger nails, when there was what she guessed to be another knock on the door.
"Damn," she muttered.
She managed to pull herself from the couch once more, moving to the door. She didnt even bother to look to see who it was, she just swung open the door.
"We need to talk," he said matter of factly to her.
"No, I really don't think we do Luka," she said before closing the door.
No I don't miss you anymore
No I dont think of you
It's such a game to seemed adored
No I dont love you anymore
<3<3 just a little note. the lyrics arent just there to look pretty. i mean they have some meaning in my stories so please at least skim them or something. critize or praise all you want.
oh and my special thanks to
little miss maggie- who encourages me and proof-reads for me (i'm a horrible speller)
cathrine- for also encouraging me and just for making me laugh.
carsley- shes amazing and just talking to her makes me smile.
and thanks to anyone who finds time out of their busy day to read and review.
little miss maggie- who encourages me and proof-reads for me (i'm a horrible speller)
cathrine- for also encouraging me and just for making me laugh.
carsley- shes amazing and just talking to her makes me smile.
and thanks to anyone who finds time out of their busy day to read and review.