Angel reached for a pad of paper and a pen. He'd sworn himself to silence, but found that writing things down was an easy way to communicate. His handwriting was quick and somewhat sloppy, but not illegible. I wasn't born, he writes. I was made. Doc A's lab.
I can't really remember, it's all a blur really, my parent's fights seem to dominate all my memories, and even then it's nothing specific, just a memory of a shouting, followed by silences that would last for days. God i hate those silences.
I guess one of my earliest memories is my Mum and Dad screaming at each other and then her throwing a saucepan at him and him storming out of the house and living with Uncle Gerald for two days.
God no wonder i'm so screwed up. - April from Dear Diary
If you were stuck out in the middle of the desert with only enough credit on your mobile to make one call, who would you call and why?
"Well, in the first place that's a ridiculous question, because I'd never be in that situation. I always make sure I have a full tank. But if I was, I'd call the local police. Obviously." ~Molly
"I'd call up Deacon and some of the gang, tell them to get their butts out here, get a stuck-in-the-desert party going." ~Linus
"Um...Alejo. He's dependable. Don't tell my boyfriend." ~Tina
"A pen, maybe. I like to write poetry. Or maybe my worry stone, which is actually a shell I picked up on the beach a few years ago. No, probably my cell phone, which I keep in my pocket for comfort, not calling friends, just holding it, just in case. I like to know that the police are right there, just a few buttons away, in case my father shows up unexpectedly, with a bottle in his hands." ~Isabella (Sweet Home Alabama)
Where are you most relaxed, where do you feel at peace with the world? Describe this place.
That question is too abstract, I refuse to answer it. - Lev
Lost? Perhaps. My soul has always felt lost. I'm wandering, almost perpetually, from one thing to another. I find myself questioning, 'What keeps me alive? What grounds me?' It cannot be love. My love is so...distorted. No, for it to be love, I would have to be in some other situation.
I'm lost in my mind, yes. But physically I am right here. - Fleur
Word association: buttocks
“It's necessary to have wished for death in order to know how good it is to live.” ― Alexandre Dumas, The Count of Monte Cristo