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There was once a time when I cared about how it all ended. How we came to cease.
When it started to happened; I discovered i didn't care.
I've forgotten about the small, little things like that now.
If you rush to the next moment, what will happen to the one your in?
You gotta enjoy the ride.

It was a dim, September morning. The clouds hovered over in a inferior glare, almost snarling as some people attempted to stay happy, but found themselves unable to accomplish this task.
Who really wanted to? The world was destroying itself.
Really, it was to far gone to fix by now.

It was always cold. Everywhere. Every season.
When it wasn't cold, it was to humid to move.  
The climate changed too fast for perfection in any season.
The seasons had melted away anyway. We didn't need weather classification anymore. Obviously.
Trash piled up near and outside of houses. Garbage cans towered higher than some of the buildings.
Garbage trucks trudged at 10 miles an hour around street blocks, trying to 'save' fuel.
It didn't really make a difference.

I walked from my way-up townhouse at the top of the apartment building to the streets, coughing as i remembered not to inhale the air of the heavy smokers around me.
I started walking towards school, my heavy brown boots clonking against several shiny metal objects.
My blue and white knit sweater and bright, acid wash jeans kept me cold.
I guess i liked the cold; Even if it reminded me of loss.
I was someone who  got a lot of that.

I was snapped away from my echoing thoughts as a black mini-van rolled by, the horn honking on the old car, with the one and only Haxly yelling beautifully loud from the top of the un-necessary sunroof.  Her driver, Dayni,  slowed down, allowing Haxly to reach her hand to me.
``Hey Haxly, Hey Dayni,`` I mused, grabbing onto my crazy friends hand.
``Cartry`` She smiled. ``C-A-R-T-R-Y, pronounced Car-tree``
I giggled, her pulling on my hand and dragging me inside.
``Congrats. That's the fourth day in a row you spelled it right``
Haxly began to whisper to me. ``Kaitlen, I--``
Dayni whipped around, glaring at Haxly. ``Haxly. You know the rules,``
``Bu--`` Haxly whimpered
``No. We could get arrested for using our names. Stop`` Dayni barked, turning himself back around.
Haxly sighed, deciding to forget it.  She turned back to, whispering again. ``Cartry, we can't go to school today``
I glanced at her, hugging her shoulder with my tiny hand.
``Why?``
Haxly looked directly at my faded eyes. ``Dayni-- I don't trust him anymore. This worlds getting to him``
I tilted my head to glimpse at Dayni, noticing how fidgety and more-pale-than-normal he looked.
``He could report us to the Daloore at any time``
``Haxly, we can't just abandon him. Were not done yet`` I growled, my voice keeping low.
``Yeah?`` She tempted. ``Watch``
She pulled herself onto the vans roof, reaching her hand out to me.
I reluctantly pushed myself up, ignoring her hand and standing next to her, brushing myself off as he stopped.
I soon realized that him stopping is what she counted on, even if safety origin of the plan was questionable.
She rolled off, pulling me off with her.
We ran, hopping off the road we were currently on and landing on the closet one below, ungracefully.
Since it was just below the one above us, neither of us were directly harmed, but we were a little bruised. ``Genius plan, Haxly`` I grunted, brushing myself off. ``He's gonna come after us now, which adds to the list of people who wanna kill us``
``Good! Ill have him plan my funeral``
``Haxly. C'mon. Let's just go``
``Right.``

I should explain what's happening.
Our government, the Daloorem's, disliked equality, so they forbid all full or real names and gave those the chance for new names. The richer fokes got the better, more common names, and the hobos and 3rd class livers got the short and bitter-sweet ones.
Guess you can see where me and Haxly fit in.
C'mon. My Names Cartry. They couldn't do better.

Haxly and I work investigations and dangerous missions for people.
Its what we Reapers do.
Our Presence remains a mystery in a mission like so that had just taken place,
Until we make stupid decisions like so.
However, a only Sixteen, most think were in-reliable.
We probably are.
But, hey, the worlds gotta feed off disbelief.

I walked alongside Haxly, sighing dramatically as i slipped into the sewers unnoticed.
Haxly followed me, prodding me at the bottom. ``You didn't wanna come today either, huh?``
I nodded. ``Nup`` I agreed, feeling an odd, looming presence about.
``Haxly`` I muttered, holding my hand infront her as a notion to stop.
``You feel that?`` I asked. Us Reapers trained all our senses.
She nodded. ``It ain't Reaper``

I looked around, my arm twitching and causing me to flip around, kicking someone dead in the face.
The person feel, and as i looked at the face, i recognized him.
``Dayni`` I grunted in relief.
Haxly grinned ``Now we've got our catc--``
She stopped dead sentence, me whipping around to see her splashing into the water with a goon dressed in full black attire looked dead at me.
I raised my foot up, aiming for his nose.
Instead, he grabbed my foot, twisting it with a very painful crack
He then reached and punch me in the face.
I smiled, falling with a plop to the gross sewer water, watching him start to drag us away as i passed out and into a soft sleep.

I woke up in headquarters, barely awake and only able to hear peaces of sentences.
One pieced-together sentence rolled over and over in my mind.

``We learn to live another day without grace and perfection``
``And we turn out alright``

and with that i smiled and fell back asleep, my head leaning on my best friends shoulder.
"I wish you would quit already." I sighed, looking at his ever growing collection.
"Quit? This is my life!" he exclaimed.
"I just get TIRED of looking at it all." I murmured.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The words echoed in my head,  the empty figures lying on the shelf, painfully aware of his absence.
Maybe it's because they were the ones shouting it.
Over.
And Over.
And Over again.
Behind my eyes, circling my head.
Until the shrill squeals almost broke my brain.
``Would you Shut It!``
I shouted, the figures snapping shut and muttering stern words.
``I don't care. . .`` I whispered. ``Its all your fault anyway!``

Yes. I realize i am talking to a case of glass figurines.
And yeah, some people would poke fun my brother, who collected glass figures.
But no, i'm not crazy.
They really do talk to me.
Only me.
So people think i'm crazy.
People thought he was crazy.
But he collected for mom.
They were the one thing that kept her distracted.
It kept her thinking about something else besides her short life span.
She had cancer.
She died one year ago today on November 12, 2013.
The day after my brother died, this year.
Wonder if i'm next.

It started yesterday morning, when i shouted those un-faithful words at him.
``C'mon,`` I had said, distraught. ``There just figurines`` The figures shouted in their shrill and tiny voices at me, but i had ignored it, staring at my older brother carefully. 
``There hers, Liv``
He shouted, hands turning into tight fists beside him.
``When she went... she meant for us to keep a few of them. Not all of them. She'd understand if you got rid of some of them``
``You don't get it. You don't get me`` He spoke, almost snarling. ``Nobody understands me!`` He screamed, pushing me down and into the case, towering over me frighting-ly.
I struggled under him, reaching into and grabbing on of the figures, at which point it started squirming in my hands. My brother stared, shoving me aside and grabbing at the figurine. 
``Leave it alone!`` He shouted, reaching as it struggled.
Seeing it move now, he stared. ``What are you doing to it?!``
It screamed, and while it was in my hands and he was holding onto me, he was in full range of being able to hear it.
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The clock buzzed an alarming, mourning, groan.
The sand blew against the low-laying window, reminding those among the house that the ocean was sitting beneath them.

The eyelids that covered your eyes would not lift open without effort, eventually peeling open to reveal sharp beams of light piercing your gaze.

The house creaked as your feet trickled onto the floor, your efforts to stand all most in-effective.

You stand, tossing open the door to reveal the bland,un-welcoming stairs towering down.

You step down them, nearly tripping over your own toes.
Or the stubs in the carpeting.

You groan, stumbling down the remaining steps with a finishing stomp and a trip.

Hanging onto the stair railing for dear life, you pull yourself up, brushing off the dust that had fallen onto you.

Walking into the dining room, you smile at your mother, cooking three eggs evenly among the pan she held above the stove.

Even though it was just you and her, and you knew neither of you made enough living off of baby sitting and serving as a down-town-restaurant waitress.

So why'd she'd make three?

She still hadn't let go of your father.

Even if he was gone.

For good.

You take a deep breath, smiling tattered-ly as you gently take one of the eggs.

You sit, munching upon the egg softly, staring out at the ocean beyond.

You sigh, changing direction so you could glance at your mother as you held up your plate from the silent breakfast.

``Im Not Very Hungry`` You mutter, dumping the plate in the sink and walking outside, feet kicking the water as you reach the sandy shores.

Suddenly, you trip, falling onto the scraping sandpaper beach.

You groan, sitting up and staring across the beach.

The water splashes over you tiny toes.

You twitch.

There goes the idea of swimming.

You sigh falling back and staring at the late afternoon sky.

You remember when you and your father used to sit and watch the clouds.

You remember a lot of things about your father.

You hadn't given up grieving, because you had hoped dreams could bring him back.

But they can't.

You burst into tears, streams of waterworks tumbling down your face.

The pain still hurts.

Where's your closure, huh?

Everyone else has there's.

So what's life supposed to be worth now that the sun has melted away.

Now that he's gone.

A hand falls onto your shoulder.

``What do you want``

You mutter bitterly, not caring who it was.

Your head tilts back, swiping the hand away.

``You!``

He sits down, sighing.

``I know you don't wanna talk to me``

``That's true, I don't``

``Why?``

``You know very well why``

``Look, I'm sorry``

``I don't care``

``Brenna``

``Stop``

``Brenna``

``Stop it!``

``Brenna!!``

``Go away!``

``Brenna May Cavalier!!``

``What?``

``I love you, and I'm sorry, now look at me``

You glance towards him.

``I didn't mean to crash the car. You know that``

You twitch, looking directly at your brother.

``Dad accepted the life he lived. He said it was wonderful. He apologized for not being around much``

Your eyes sparkle softly.

``So why don't you accept it to?``

You Grunt.

``Because. I just can't.''

You pause

`` I Can't forget somebody who loved me, and I loved back``

``Then why'd you try so hard to forget me?``

``I..I..``

He wrapped his arms around you softly.

``it's okay, big brother Austin is here``

You smile softly, remembering the day that your dad let him drive the three of you home after achieving his license weeks before.

The car crashed that day.

You received some scrapes.

Your brother lost his leg.

Your father did not survive at all.

You stand, peering over the sunning horizon.

You look up at the clouds, seeming as though your fathers face is there.

Your face shines with happiness.

``Look``  You say.

Your brother stands.

``Look. It's dad.``

``Where?`` He asks pretentiously.

``Beyond the Cove. He's smiling``

Your brothers face lit up softly, letting his hand fall upon your shoulders.

``Yeah. . .``

``Yeah he Is``
I smiled. 
I just, 
Smiled.
Why not?
I wasn't dead.
Sure, life was as bad as the hell itself.
But life is still moving.
The sun is still up, shining.
Somewhere above the musty sky.
Full of clouds, becoming shadows of glum.
And death.
But it was still shining. 
So that's something, ain't it?
Eh.

I sat in the old body of a rusted mustang, crouching low under the steering wheel as the so called "Reapers" (The group of raiders who were so desperate for money they couldn't use, they injured, sometimes even murdered, people for it) threw themselves at the car, trying to burst open the dieing hinges. 

I peaked over the wheel, gathering snarling faces in view. 
Well,
For all but one.
There was a kid, somewhat younger  then them,
A year or so older then me,
Hanging way behind em',
Handcuffs settling on his wrists.
I lifted my gaze a bit, to justify the sitiuation.
Two guns and a dull kitchen knife hung to One of the Reaper's who stood nearbys Boots.
Those must've been the kids, because he never once reached to grab em'.

I pushed down the window a bit, my voice snarling.
"Hey, what's with the kid?"
I muttered, keeping my body to low for visual.

One stopped banging against the door and grunted. "This twirps Mum didn't have anything to give us, So we took him instead"

My mouth gaped in terror. "T..that's horrible" I stuttered, not only because of the situation, but of how calmly he explained it. 

He then aimed his gun while my head was up. "Now, will ya come out so we can kell' ya?"

I cringed. Man, These guys are Dip-Wads. 

I smiled softly, snorting. "Sure" I abliged, opening up the door.

All at once, they fired there flaming meatballs at me, me flipping under and around as bullets grazed and the thwapped me.

I turned around and shot at them simultaneously, my aim extremely in-accurate, but at least it got my point across.

I was Pissed Off,
And didn't wanna be messed with.

I then turned back around and shot back at one of the guys guarding the dude, watching the guard fall over, I tread forward, shooting at the guard with the boy's weapons clanging to his boots. I then raced toward the fallen guard, taking the weapons and nawing off the kids handcuffs with the kitchen knife.

"Here" I said, handing the items to him, "Let's go"

He nodded, standing up. 

"Alicia, you?" I said, figuring he got the point.

"Jace" He answered, hand holding tight to the gun. "So, where are we heading?"

"We're gonna go spot your mum, because obviously, I'm British now"

"Right..." He spoke, probably beginning to fear that a Sycopath had rescued him, and then was going to eat him.

I hadn't thought about the second part till now.

But I am hungry....

Never mind that.

I ran for where I had seen the lady earlier, seeing her in the exact same spot, weeping threw her hands.

"that er'?" I asked, watching as Jace ran up, his arms hanging around her.



The woman smiled, before breaking off into a coughing fit.

"Mum?" He asked, his voice sputtery and shaky. 

I walked over, blood slipping down my face in places.

I looked down, cringing. "Oh Dear God....No"

Jace stepped back, eyes watery.

Her shirt was damp with blood, where a bullet had shot her.

In the heart.

"No"

He insisted.

"No!!"

"You can't die. Alicia saved me, so we could save you"

"Jace.."

I broke in.

"Mum.. You can't go-"

"Jace"

"Your still young an-"

"Jace"

"What?"

"She's gone"

"What?!"

"She's gone"

"What are you saying? She's right here"

"She's. Dead."

His heart stopped.

His face momentarily was emotionless,

But broke out into a eruption of tears.

I pat his back softly, standing up.

"Where are you.. G-going?"

I sighed.

"I'm going to hide from this. Hide from the end. You can come with me, if you want"

"Why?" He asked, standing.

"Because I'm not ready to let go yet"

He nodded. "Let's go then"



"Let's hide from the End"

"Because we're not ready to let go yet"
There was once a time when I cared about how it all ended. How we came to cease.
When it started to happened; I discovered i didn't care.
I've forgotten about the small, little things like that now.
If you rush to the next moment, what will happen to the one your in?
You gotta enjoy the ride.

It was a dim, September morning. The clouds hovered over in a inferior glare, almost snarling as some people attempted to stay happy, but found themselves unable to accomplish this task.
Who really wanted to? The world was destroying itself.
Really, it was to far gone to fix by now.

It was always cold. Everywhere. Every season.
When it wasn't cold, it was to humid to move.  
The climate changed too fast for perfection in any season.
The seasons had melted away anyway. We didn't need weather classification anymore. Obviously.
Trash piled up near and outside of houses. Garbage cans towered higher than some of the buildings.
Garbage trucks trudged at 10 miles an hour around street blocks, trying to 'save' fuel.
It didn't really make a difference.

I walked from my way-up townhouse at the top of the apartment building to the streets, coughing as i remembered not to inhale the air of the heavy smokers around me.
I started walking towards school, my heavy brown boots clonking against several shiny metal objects.
My blue and white knit sweater and bright, acid wash jeans kept me cold.
I guess i liked the cold; Even if it reminded me of loss.
I was someone who  got a lot of that.

I was snapped away from my echoing thoughts as a black mini-van rolled by, the horn honking on the old car, with the one and only Haxly yelling beautifully loud from the top of the un-necessary sunroof.  Her driver, Dayni,  slowed down, allowing Haxly to reach her hand to me.
``Hey Haxly, Hey Dayni,`` I mused, grabbing onto my crazy friends hand.
``Cartry`` She smiled. ``C-A-R-T-R-Y, pronounced Car-tree``
I giggled, her pulling on my hand and dragging me inside.
``Congrats. That's the fourth day in a row you spelled it right``
Haxly began to whisper to me. ``Kaitlen, I--``
Dayni whipped around, glaring at Haxly. ``Haxly. You know the rules,``
``Bu--`` Haxly whimpered
``No. We could get arrested for using our names. Stop`` Dayni barked, turning himself back around.
Haxly sighed, deciding to forget it.  She turned back to, whispering again. ``Cartry, we can't go to school today``
I glanced at her, hugging her shoulder with my tiny hand.
``Why?``
Haxly looked directly at my faded eyes. ``Dayni-- I don't trust him anymore. This worlds getting to him``
I tilted my head to glimpse at Dayni, noticing how fidgety and more-pale-than-normal he looked.
``He could report us to the Daloore at any time``
``Haxly, we can't just abandon him. Were not done yet`` I growled, my voice keeping low.
``Yeah?`` She tempted. ``Watch``
She pulled herself onto the vans roof, reaching her hand out to me.
I reluctantly pushed myself up, ignoring her hand and standing next to her, brushing myself off as he stopped.
I soon realized that him stopping is what she counted on, even if safety origin of the plan was questionable.
She rolled off, pulling me off with her.
We ran, hopping off the road we were currently on and landing on the closet one below, ungracefully.
Since it was just below the one above us, neither of us were directly harmed, but we were a little bruised. ``Genius plan, Haxly`` I grunted, brushing myself off. ``He's gonna come after us now, which adds to the list of people who wanna kill us``
``Good! Ill have him plan my funeral``
``Haxly. C'mon. Let's just go``
``Right.``

I should explain what's happening.
Our government, the Daloorem's, disliked equality, so they forbid all full or real names and gave those the chance for new names. The richer fokes got the better, more common names, and the hobos and 3rd class livers got the short and bitter-sweet ones.
Guess you can see where me and Haxly fit in.
C'mon. My Names Cartry. They couldn't do better.

Haxly and I work investigations and dangerous missions for people.
Its what we Reapers do.
Our Presence remains a mystery in a mission like so that had just taken place,
Until we make stupid decisions like so.
However, a only Sixteen, most think were in-reliable.
We probably are.
But, hey, the worlds gotta feed off disbelief.

I walked alongside Haxly, sighing dramatically as i slipped into the sewers unnoticed.
Haxly followed me, prodding me at the bottom. ``You didn't wanna come today either, huh?``
I nodded. ``Nup`` I agreed, feeling an odd, looming presence about.
``Haxly`` I muttered, holding my hand infront her as a notion to stop.
``You feel that?`` I asked. Us Reapers trained all our senses.
She nodded. ``It ain't Reaper``

I looked around, my arm twitching and causing me to flip around, kicking someone dead in the face.
The person feel, and as i looked at the face, i recognized him.
``Dayni`` I grunted in relief.
Haxly grinned ``Now we've got our catc--``
She stopped dead sentence, me whipping around to see her splashing into the water with a goon dressed in full black attire looked dead at me.
I raised my foot up, aiming for his nose.
Instead, he grabbed my foot, twisting it with a very painful crack
He then reached and punch me in the face.
I smiled, falling with a plop to the gross sewer water, watching him start to drag us away as i passed out and into a soft sleep.

I woke up in headquarters, barely awake and only able to hear peaces of sentences.
One pieced-together sentence rolled over and over in my mind.

``We learn to live another day without grace and perfection``
``And we turn out alright``

and with that i smiled and fell back asleep, my head leaning on my best friends shoulder.

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Im a Crazy~ Not Sane girl.. I can't draw, which makes it fun..
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Im currently beginning to write several stories, and, if you hadn't noticed, i am naturally and un-realizingly a poet~
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Hey, uh how do you draw so good on the computer/laptop? I really want to know!😃
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To be honest, it took a little work, downloading some programs to see what i worked best with, and occasional style tips from the magical google (Looking at others pictures for style ideas). Of course, im not prefect. I have to use bases to. Im much better in RL, and ill start posting some stuff as soon as i get the chance. But yeah, it's not simple, that's sure
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You don't have ta thank meh :3

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