Adrian's Story pt. 5Okay, I know I promised it'd be longer than this, and it was, but my work got deleted. D:
Fairytales"No more glass slippers,
It's time to grow up.
Forget the fairy tales,
The ones you used to love.
No more lying puppets,
Or boys who never age,
It's time to think like an adult,
Where the economy is a cage.
Snow White isn't dead.
Aurora is awake now
Get the thoughts out of your head."
But they all live in castles,
Or happily in another place,
They're kind and gold of heart,
and Beautiful of face.
Is it so bad to remember,
Those who taught us all?
They reminded me when all was bad,
there was always love to call.
They told me to be bold,
to follow only my heart,
And though it's not always wise,
Believe the best in the start.
Don't let the cages hold you,
But remember when you leave,
There will always be a burden,
Be careful what you heave.
They told me not to lie,
Unless to save your love.
They told me to be myself,
Because my skin fits like a glove.
Fairy tales once told me,
To trust in fate, but still,
Keep your own power,
Never lose your sense of will.
Do not be
It is one thing to know what I am, and another to see it.
It is one thing to see it, and another to accept it.
It is one thing to accept it, and another to understand it.
It is one thing to understand it, and another to know it.
And then it repeats. Over and over, it goes.
Another to know.
Again and again it goes.
There is no five stages once you've accepted,
because then you must understand.
Torn (Adrian's Poem)Torn (Adrian's Poem)
I want to let it go,
To forget it all.
But can I? No.
In the scars on my skin,
Equal tears in my mind,
They're all in the world I'm in.
Watching you die and running away,
Feeling the burden of all,
And wishing I had made the choice to stay.
I feel this all-consuming power,
I just want it to let me be,
Just give me an hour.
And if you cannot, I'd understand.
Just give me the strength
To take Death by the hand
For otherwise it's only dreams,
to show me the way,
Memories where all is as it seems.
Keep me at length, if you know what's good,
Forget that you know me,
As well you should.
So I know this is a bit dark, but this is what Adrian is like for a lot of the story in present time. (as opposed to flashbacks) I hope you enjoy.
I have no clue what to call this.My red eyes watch the fading green sky,
and wonder where it all came from.
Was it all truly in my head, as they say?
I don't think it is, in my truth.
For is not my truth the one that matters?
Does yours truly compete with mine?
For what is true for me is all I know,
and your truth, when here, is scattered.
You burn me with your gaze,
You taunt me with your hate.
You leave me in the haze.
You let me go through Death's gate.
You stare me down and won't look aside,
You force a confrontation on me,
And I feel like I can no longer hide.
You shove me down and let all see.
And even though you scorn me still,
I let you burn me down,
Because I know that once I've climbed the hill,
In agony I will end my frowns.
By the fire I'll be consumed,
The fire fueled by your rage,
In your hate I'll be entombed,
My ashes slipping through your cage.
But that won't be the end of this,
Though some may think I'm broken.
I'll be awaken by Life's new-found kiss,
And you'll see I've not yet spoken.
I'll rebuild my walls with calloused hands,
And spread my wings to fly.
I'll show you that the strongest of them stands,
Even when others wonder why.
But in part I owe this all to you,
To the bullying and to the pain,
For how can a rainbow come into view,
without a little rain?
Adrian's Story pt. 4The memories faded away as Marty walked into a room a few doors down, a red marker on the wall above the doorway. It was a power blocking room. How powerful was she? I mean, it was always better as a precaution, but it was still frightening that this ‘Bo’ was strong enough to be here, even as a recruit. I looked to him, waiting for some sign he wanted me to follow. Marty stepped in, the door shutting with a faint hiss echoing in the silence of the chambers around me. The normal murmur of a building was replaced with the deafening, mute world I saw.
I waited for him to emerge, rolling my shoulders and neck, the cracking filling my ears. I looked at the door, tapping my foot impatiently. I couldn’t allow myself to slip back onto memory lane. Just as my eyes moved away, the door collapsed back into the wall. A woman stepped out, likely a year or two older than I was. Her eyes were pure red, no whites nor pupils in sight. Her pale skin stood out against her long, black ha
Adrian's Story pt 3ADRIAN. Because he's been requested. Enjoy!
The hallways were like a maze, an unending maze that an outsider would run through for hours and still never find their way out. If they could escape for that long.
Just as the thought crossed my mind, I heard the scream of a prisoner. I turned around, a woman running towards me, then stopping and realizing I was with the League. It was clear by the way I didn’t let her escape. I held a hand out, her legs in the start of a backpedalling motion, but I didn’t let her escape me. She tumbled over, screaming in terror as a wave of flame bathed her skin. Power rushed through my veins, a heat filling my fingers. I almost smiled, but I wasn’t evil. Please believe me. I wasn’t evil. These people were prisoners of war; a war Martin introduced me to that war.
“Adrian!” I heard over the roar of my own flames. “Don’t kill it!” I ceased the flow of energy, the flames sputtering out and fading into sm
Adrian's Story pt. 2Adrian's Story pt. 2
(I promise this one will be longer)
I went to the sink, turning on the water and waiting until it was warm before taking it and splashing it on my face. I shivered as the wet tendrils curled on my skin, rolling my shoulders and popping my neck as best I could. Straightening to my full height, I looked into my own brown eyes in the mirror and waited for my morning fog to fade away. I could still see the little boy that was running.
I ran through the woods, terrified of every tree, bush, rabbit, anything that crossed my path, I was scared of it. My legs felt like they were on fire, the pain throwing me to my knees and my face smashed into the dirt. Tears began to stream down my face and I curled into a ball. "Mommy..." I murmured sadly. A self-hatred hit me like a brick to the face. Why did I have to kill her? Why couldn't I just be normal?
"You scared, Adrian?" I heard. I looked up to see a boy, only a few years older than me by look. I shivered.
"How... How do you