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This was it, the day she had been waiting for forever! She was finally free, free to live and do as she wanted. But how come she didn’t feel that way? Why didn’t this make her feel anything? Shouldn’t this have some sort of special feel to it, you would think so. But after doing it for so long it becomes second nature, even when you don’t want to do it.

Although she is going to be done with it, why does it feel like a loss at the same time? Is it because it has been all she had even known? Losing something you have done your whole life is like losing something that makes you who you are. Like leaving school, or moving out of home, it’s bitter sweet.

Sit Down Universe

Although it was dungy and dirty it was a step up from where he was living. He got breakfast and dinner, had somewhere to sleep and no one was trying to kill him. Plus he could look at and take to Isaac everyday.

It was almost like a really crappy holiday where he wasn’t allowed outside.

At first it was rough, it was groundhog day. It was exactly the same and there was nothing to do except stare at walls. But eventually Adien made it work, he added in work outs and certain times were dedicated to certain conversations. He has learnt so much more about Isaac and he has shared so much back, he now knows as much as Seyda, which is scary.

He needed to keep in shape since he was going to go back to being Syeda’s guard again, so he trained, before breakfast and dinner, and he has to say, he’s definitely looking a lot better. It’s ironic, he needed to be charged of murder to be put back in the right direction of his life. That and he is getting more food and looking after himself better now than he did before.

Though he is worried about Isaac, He has become quieter over the months. Adien doesn’t like it, he was always the one to light up the room and now he thinks being here has dulled him. Because there is only room for one dull person in this relationship, and that's himself, you know since he lost his parents and was practically homeless half his life.

Adien needs to find a way to get Issac to talk about the present because the more he talks about the past, the worse it becomes. He thinks of those happier times and the realisation of where he is hits him.

This is why he didn’t want him to come forward, he couldn’t survive in a place like this and Adien knew it from the start. Now Isaac is going to be a changed man and he is going to need a lot of help to work through the trauma when they get out.

He crawls over to the bars separation the two of them and sits down, a deep breath in and then he speaks up

“Hey Isaac” they have been allowed to talk but it can’t be loud, which he reasons is fair enough, this is meant to be a punishment. “ Isaac, Babe, can we talk? Please?” Adien’s afraid that he is so nervous that Isaac can’t hear him but then he catches movement. It’s small but he saw it. If Isaac didn’t want to talk that’s fine, he would at least say what he had too.

“You know I...” deep breath “you know I love you right?” they haven’t said this to each other really, it happened the night this all went to shit but that was it

“I’m sorry you got dragged into my mess but I’m incredibly grateful for you coming forward otherwise i’d be stuck in here for a very long time” It may be decent but that doesn’t mean he wants to spend years and year here.

“I knew this would hit you harder, you come from a life where you were relatively safe, you never had to worry too much about food and you had your parents. I didn’t want to rip you away from that but now that you’ve been through this i’m not giving up on you or us. We’re still stuck together indefinitely” he chuckles and sees Isaac’s shoulder move slightly, that makes him smile

“You don’t have to talk to me now or even soon but i’m here for you. We will be out of here soon so we can then focus on recovery and proving that just because we love each other we don’t have magic” Adien still couldn’t get over how this happened, how could someone think that just because you love the same gender that you get magic powers?

He hears a breath being blown out and holds his own, hoping Isaac will speak.

“I love you too”

AHHHHH, I’m officially done. Crap, I don’t know what to say or do? I hope you guys will sick around because even though I won’t be posting everyday I'm still going to try and do more writing and stuff.  I wrote for a month straight and don’t have anything better to put than stuff. Yeah maybe don’t stick around, lol. Anyway, See you whenever I guess. *Me waving with a big smile*

Legends

Sometimes Nate thought his captain needed help, only on some rare occasions and usually something was affecting her making her act that way. So he needed to find out what was making her act like a lunatic today because whatever the hell has happened here, it isn’t normal and definitely not normal for their captain.

“Hey... Cap, can I have a quick word?” Sara looked up at him with a rather wide smile on her face, definitely something up.

“Sure. What’s up nate?” She seems normal but her actions are saying something else.

“Are you feeling okay Cap? Because all this” He gestures to their surroundings on the bridge “isn’t like you” he mutters.

Sara sighs, smile drooping.

“I thought we could use a little pick me up, our own party, just for us. The misfits.” Nate smirks, he may have hated this in the beginning but it may or not be growing on him, especially after what Sara just said.

“You’re tight, thanks Sara” he hugs her before stepping back to the others to try and get Sara’s message across. She loves them all and she is only trying to show it.

Time is running out, and fast. All she can do is run because if she stops, she doesn’t even want to think about that ending. She needs to save everyone, needs to keep them all safe, and she can’t do that if the time runs out.

The halls are like a maze, meeting dead ends, going in circles. How can she get to her destination if the journey won’t allow her? But she can’t give up, not when the possibility of losing everyone she loves is at state.

So she stops, plants her hands on the wall in front of her and closes her eyes. She takes a deep breath through her nose, focusing on pushing her stomach out, then breaths out through her mouth and hearing the air leave her lungs while pulling her stomach back in. She repeats this process till her heart has slowed down and so has her mind. She needs a plan if she is to make it. So she looks around trying to find something to use as ‘bread crumbs’, like in the fairytales. If she leaves something on the floor behind her, she’ll have known where she has been and it will help her find her way.

She spots it, rocks and sticks littering the sides, perfect! She scoops them up, not worrying about the damage down to her hands or arms, that is a problem for future her to worry about. So she starts walking again, this time with a clear mind and a clear plan in her mind. Dropping a rock or stick every few steps, and only stopping to turn around at a dead end or to collect more ‘crumbs’ from the sides.

She knows she’s close, but also knows that a good chunk of time has passed, if only she had a timer. She doesn’t know how much time she has left, she just knows that at some point there won’t be any time left. But she won’t let it get there. There aren’t many possible places left to go so she must be close, she will help save her family and pray nothing like this never happens again.

Hope this was okay, not overly proud with any of it, but the goal isn’t to produce master pieces it’s to just write and I think I accomplished that. Anyway, see you all tomorrow!!

“When you know you’re damaged, life is hard. You never fit in and so you always know you're different and that makes living hard. But yeah there is no way out of it, but then again if you could erase all of it who would you be?

Waiting feels like agony. The fact of waiting on someone else makes you feel powerless. You sit there and just sit. Your mind wanders, your heart races and you want to leave but you know you can’t. So why is waiting such a hard thing and why does it make us feel this way?”

It’s a monologue, she knows that but it was the only way to get what she was feeling out. And that’s not even half of it. All she can do, ironically, is wait for her therapist to respond. She really did hate waiting.

“That’s all valid Bodhi, and I appreciate you telling me today, I know how difficult it is for you to talk to people” Well she ain't wrong about that. She just wished all these feelings weren’t so intense, she doesn’t mind them but why do they rush her like an angry mob of blood thirsty ducks? If they gave her the opportunity to think outside of them, then she would be able to function in public.

“Why is it so hard?” Bodhi thinks that she might be done for today, it’s enough emotional recognition for one day.

“You’re going to have to tell me exactly what you mean Bodhi, I don't live in your head, remember?” Sometimes she really didn’t like her therapist, but she knew that Yuki meant well and was just trying to get her to communicate well. So I do the next best thing, I grab my pen and notepad and write, it’s one of the things that get me to communicate my feelings properly because i can form coherent sentences. So i write:

I’m exhausted, I can’t keep my eyes open and my brain won’t work. But yet at the same time I need to be awake, I want to sleep and the bit of my brain that is working, isn’t working with me or even for me.  

All I can do is sit here and let it run its course.

But i can push through it. I can try, and open my eyes, shake my head and start this task. Why does my head always have to win? It’s my turn, I want to win for a change.

I lift my pen, smiling. I didn’t realise I had it in me. I didn’t realise I have the power and desire to want to win, I thought it was always going to be a losing battle. But maybe that’s what getting better is, having that awareness that you can beat your own brain. That just because it wants you to do one thing doesn't mean you have too. Okay yeah, it’ll be difficult as hell, but it won’t be worth it all.

Huh. Well I guess i’m writing that down too, because, I mean Yuki can’t read minds, if she could therapy would be a lot easier but also 100 times scarier.

I know it’s different, but then again, is it? half of my stuff is weird head stuff. Anyway, See you tomorrow, 6 day left. 

Sara had a smile on her face as she hummed along to Christmas carols while hanging the ornaments sporadically across the tree. It felt weird to be hanging it all up again when Christmas had just passed but also kinda nice to not care about how others want it decorated.  She jumped up with a clap of her hand, nodding at her handy work, now moving onto Easter. 

Sara loved holidays as a kid, spending them with her sister, but once the domino effect happened in her life she stopped caring about holidays and just days in general. But being on the ship, with her family, it’s shown her just how much she loved these silly little things. Yeah the holiday decorations clashed a bit, but it was fun having all of them in one area. The mix of hearts, leprechauns, santas, bunnies, American and Australian flags was just a throw up of colour. She even added some pride flags as well, she couldn’t not. It was crazy, her brain and the bridge. 

She was running out of time though and she still needed food and drink at the table as well as games! She asked Gideon to switch the playlist as she walked to the galley, hopping from one holiday spirit to another. A sickeningly sweet love song came on and she smiled, hoping her love was okay on the mission. Shaking her head, she brought herself back to the present as she stepped foot into the galley, heading for the fabricator to finish her set up. A full turkey and ham, chocolate, pink and green foods, barbeque meal along with extra foods and snacks, though she had to ask Gideon what the heck fairy bread was. 

She was setting the finishing touches up to her food table when Gideon announced the arrival of the group of people she was surprising, so Sara wiped her hands on her black skinny jeans, fixed her christmas shirt and prepared for their arrival. Sara also had on a small green hat headband, a American and Australian flag temporarily tattooed on each of her cheeks as well as heart earrings and a bunny necklace, she had to go all out. There was even a ‘costume’ box for the others to get as festive as she was. 

Sit Down universe

Adien shouted, no yelled, with all his might. Though it was useless, no one could hear him in the dungeon, no one but the other prisoners, and he didn’t care about them. Syeda had him escorted down here 3 days ago and said she would inform him of Isaac’s message within the next few days, and a few days it had been. He just wanted to know He was okay, because if anything had happened to Isaac because of himself, well he’d ask to be executed now. Isaac Knight was the love of his life, he knew it, he couldn’t live without him, which was ironic since he was sitting here in this cell. But he knew that it being leaked would have them both killed anyway, so why does it matter if he ends up down here? At least one of them can live. 

“You can’t think you’re doing the right thing, can you?” A familiar voice spoke, pulling him from the confinements of his own mind. “Isaac” his voice comes out weak and hoarse from all his yelling, but he couldn’t believe his eyes. His love was there, right in front of him. Right in front of him! NO, he couldn’t be here. “Why are you here? I need you to go please!” His question started out strong but he ended his sentence defeated and pleading. Isaac smile, his bright warm smile “I’m here to do what you did for me”

Thanks for reading, see you tomorrow!!

It’s hard to love when you’ve lost. But that doesn’t mean that you shouldn’t love and you shouldn’t forget those you’ve lost. It all happens for reasons beyond our understanding. So what do you do when each time you lose someone you unintentionally build another wall. Well you simply find someone with a large enough hammer to break those walls.

Andrei lived in the mountains, alone. He couldn’t bear the thought of being around them all. For hundreds of years he has lived up here, in seclusion with no one knowing where he was. Till one day a stranger stumbled, quite literally as the area was overgrown, into his abode. He would never forget the look on that man’s face, the emotions that dawned on him in seconds. But it was the final one that took his breath away.

Samuel never knew what path his life was going to take but he did know it wasn’t going to be much. Although he wasn’t poor, he wasn’t well off either, Just barely surviving along with most of the population. He never excelled in school but did love learning, especially about history, serial killers to be exact. He loved knowing what made them tick and why they did what they did. It was like a murder mystery, well it was, but just bigger. His current conquest was the helpless whisper, he was quick, straight to the point and only targeted known criminals. Though he was evil, he was the lesser evil. Samuel had read all he could about this guy, knew that his partners had all had been murdered for no apparent reason so he took it upon himself to kill the people taking innocent lives.

It may have been bad but it did some good, crime and death went down in East Owest between 1793-1798. But later A. Allitt turned himself in at age 35 and was later executed the following year. But something doesn’t add up, why would he turn himself in so young when he could have continued helping the town without being caught.

So that is how Samuel Garder ended up in the ‘home’ of Andrei Allitt, the helpless whisper, the serial killer of the late 1700’s. How he literally stumbled into the cave is still a mystery to Samuel himself, He wasn’t paying attention to his feet and then somehow ended up sprawled on the floor at the feet of Andrei, staring at the killer with such confusion and adoration. Though Samuel never had the guts nor the motive to kill he did find the serial killers quite inspiration, they could have this plan which included stalking their victims for months sometimes and then not leaving traces. Now that is commendable.

Andrei didn’t move, almost not wanting to spook the fragile human. He stood and stared, just taking him in. his beautiful caramel eyes mixed with blonde shaggy hair that had some waves to it. He was stunning and Andrei wanted to get to know this man, to watch those eyes light up with happiness and laughter. To run his fingers through his hair, to sooth him at night. But those were just the physical pull of this man, he could be here to kill him, which he knew would be useless. Or even out him to the world, which would be catastrophic. But the strange man just sat there, in a, to be honest, uncomfortable position. Just staring back at him. He needed the man out, dead or in his arms, and now!

Andrei stepped forward tentatively, lowering himself to the floor to reach out to the man. Making sure he doesn’t move too fast, spooking him would just make this situation even worse. He holds out a hand to him and the stranger accepts, so he rises pulling the slender man up with him.

But now they’re close, chests touching and all he wants to do is pull him the small distance forward to kiss his lips, to not stop until they are desperate for air. Instead he reaches his other hand up to brush his blonde hair behind his ear and ask one simple question

“What’s your name?”

Sooo…. did you like it? It’s definitely something very different from what I usually write but I'm not mad at it!

The waves crash and lap at his feet, swallowing them before running back out to sea. Isn’t it a beautiful thing to see, watching it wash in and out without a care in the world?

So he stood and stared, out to the horizon. The only thing that would make it better would be if his love was here to share it too. But that was out of the question, he was too dangerous to be around them. And if he hurt them? He could never forgive himself.

So he stood there alone, cold and crumbling inside, knowing that they needed to live a long full life with a partner who loved them and kids if they wanted. But with him only one was slightly true, he loved them, so much so that he wanted them to stay with him forever, never once leaving his side. And those thoughts scared him and led him to do horrible things to make them turn around and hate him. If they hated him they wouldn’t miss him or try to find him.

With a final draw in of a breath and lengthy exhale he turned, planning on heading to his house that he just brought, right here by the sea. But fate did what fate wanted and as he turned there they stood. The lights from the house outlining their figure, leaving them with a full body halo. Their beauty almost knocks him over, placing a foot behind himself to steady his balance. The square off, it’s a standoff. They knew what he did, and they aren’t happy, then again who would be.

He yelled and screamed, saying things that were far from true, he even through a pillow or two at them. He regrets it, but it is what is best for them. They need to be free of him, because anyone who gets too close dies. His mother and father, his aunt who looked after him when they died, his distant cousin who had to leave her job in Australia to live with him in his final year of school. And don’t get him started on his friends, well the few he did have, lets just say he doesn’t have any friends anymore, none that are living anyway.

So when they didn’t run he wanted to scream and cry, first because they didn’t leave and second because he didn’t want them to leave him. People tended to die and leave him alone, so when one day this most amazing person from work decided he was worth talking too. That made him equal amounts happy and scared. For that would mean another person who inevitably leaves him.

“Stop trying to push me away” the voice like honey drew him back in. Their voice was dangerous and it had the power to make him do things he didn’t want to. He just shook his head, trying to find the right words but when did he ever?

“No! Listen to me first” He always liked that they were tough and brash, it was one of the many things he liked about them.

“You think you need to push me away, that I can’t be in your life But that isn’t true. Yes people you loved in life died, but it happens to everyone, you aren’t special. But loving them, now that’s the special part, not many people get to love those in your life, so cherish them even if it’s for a short time. It’s better to have loved and lost then to not have loved at all”

Sooo?? did you guys like it? let me know!! or don’t, you can just reblog it, that would help!  anyway see you tomorrow

[Cold and alone, she shivered. Trying to wrap her arms further around her small body, though it did nothing to warm her up. She doesn't know how she ended up here, she doesn't remember anything.

The wind howled, speaking words of pain and suffering. Shouting to everyone and anyone, even to the ones who wouldn’t listen.] - from yesterdays writing.

She couldn't move anywhere at night as she was afraid of what awoke in the dark, so she sat at the bottom of the cliff. Trying to be as vigilant as possible with sleep trying to smother her. She had to fight it day and night until she found a safe hiding place to rest where she wouldn’t be picked off by both day creatures and night monsters.

So she sat and waited. Not for anything in particular. An opening to leave, the sun to come up, an option for death. She didn’t care. That was until she met him.

He was injured, close to death, but lucky for him she knew a few things about plants and their medical properties. So she got to work, saving him. She knows she shouldn’t, he has this opportunity to escape, but there was just this imaginary thing pulling her to him.  

She spent days and night acting for the stranger, and they were out in the open the whole time. So she knew they had to move and soon, or else they would be dinner, or lunch, or breakfast, just food in general.

Brain

Beating hearts stilled, but eyes opened. Hearts were stopping all over the world but that didn't mean people were dying, oh no, quite the opposite. This meant the world's population would continue to group until it was kill or be killed.  Running and hiding was useless as there was nowhere to go where there weren't already ‘people’, if you could even call them that. ‘Animals’ was even too good of a term for them. They were heartless, undead corpses. That seemed to want to live like people but without the same rules as them. In the end the world would erupt in chaos and burn, but which species would it take out and which would prevail and take earth for themselves.  Nobody would have thought this was how the world would finally end, but if you think about it, it was only the end for one race, the humans. But the undead were just empty heartless corpses of the humans, so did they really die then?

Birth

Birth was an odd conception. It involved two people. 2 to make 2 in bake and usually 2 at the end. Sometimes you were lucky and there were more than two at the end, you had the partner, and all your family. But If you were unlucky, there could be only two or just one. And if the world was so against you, none. Reality made for the former to preval, which made the years after fun, loving and educational. Which if all think about, it should be this way. Love made birth possible, so therefore love should come with family -blood or found- and be beautiful so all could grow to love others and let the cycle continue. Unfortunately not everyone has  The same views, or opportunities. Making birth just an obstacle in some lives where the outcome is just push and move on. And that’s fine as that means the love between some others means there is room for a new addition.  Health and happiness should be the main values around birth, it doesn't matter if the reasons aren't great as long as the outcomes are for all parties involved to be healthy and happy, then all should be right for that moment.

thank you for reading,  will catch you tomorrow!