Kia Zi Shiru

Chapter 18 “I don't need more sleep.” I wake as Adam gets back in bed, he looks like hell. His face is pale, his eyes dark, his voice slurred. Tom meets my eyes for a moment, worry evident in his look. “I'm okay.” Adam now turns to me. “Please tell him I don't need to go back to bed.” Tome meets my eyes again, giving me a stern look. I don't need to be able to read his mind to know what he wants from me. “Well, I'm still tired.” I yawn. “You decide what you want but I'm gonna go back to sle

Chapter 17 “He needs you, you know that. Why do you push him away like this?” Liza pulls my shoulder to make me look her in the eyes. “Because he has been lying to me for years. I can't trust him any more and if I can't trust him I can't be with him.” I pull away from her, anger boiling just under the surface. Jack sits still next to me. Poor guy, having to deal us crazy bunch. “It can't be that bad. You know you guys can't go on without each other.” Liza tries to reason with me but I won'

“I'm gonna check up on him, okay?” I touch Adams shoulder. After everything that happened yesterday and last night, especially in the drugged state he was in now, this was not fair on him. Adam nods, eyes barely open, gaze drifting off. I pull the blanket a bit higher on him. I'm scared but I need to see it for myself, I need to see how he is doing. I need to know he will be okay, even if it hurts. I slowly walk up the stairs, dreading every step. The front door is closed but I open it with th

We are watching tv when Jacks phone rings. He looks at the caller ID and mouths “Anne” at me. I raise my eyebrows and nod that he should pick up as I turn the tv off. “Hey Anne.” Jack answers unsure. “What! Slow down... Yes, I'm still at Adams place. He is right next to me... Yeah, okay.” Jack puts the phone on the table in front of us as he turns on the speaker. “Vic is missing.” Annes voice is on edge. “We can't reach him and he is not at home or at anyone we can reach. Does one of you know

“No, I just wanted to know if he was still there. So what now?” Her voice starts to slightly tremble. “Now nothing. Vic and me are through. I don't want anything to do with him any more.” I take deep breaths trying to keep my voice steady but I fail and let out a small sigh. “Are you okay?” Her voice is high, on the verge of breaking. “No, but we can't keep doing this. This is for the better. I'm sorry I hurt him.” I bite my lip not to start crying. “You know this means that I'll have to cho

I walk up to the sinks where Vic is already washing his hands. I glance at him and suddenly see a glimpse of red on his wrist. Disappointment and anger fight with the pain in my heart. “When have you started again?” I try to keep my voice levelled but I fail miserably. He looks at me with confusion on his face, as if he really doesn't know what I'm talking about. I grab his wrists and turn them around, seeing more red lines on them. The skin is raised but not broken through, hard enough to hur

I hear their footsteps come up the stairs. I haven't seen Vic since he went to the mental institution and I'm really exited to see him now. Vic is the first one to round the corner and as soon as he sees me his face falls. Oh, crap. He now walks up the stairs a bit slower. As he reaches me he hugs me and then just hold me in his arms for a few seconds longer. “I had hoped you had also gotten better.” He lets go of me and walks into the apartment. I hide my hurt with a scowl and want to follow

Jack rushes towards me and hugs me as soon as he sees me. “What did they say?” “I might be out of here soon. Though I will have to get back a couple of days a week for therapy.” I pull Jack close to me, happy to be able to feel his body against mine. The only thing I'm really missing in here is being able to hold Jack. I feel so watched when I hug him when he visits. “That is great news.” Jack tightens his grasp on me for a couple of seconds and then relaxes against me. “I'll be so glad to hav

“How is he doing?” Sarah flops down in the seat opposite mine. “Yours or mine?” I push one of the cups of coffee to her side of the table. “Yours of course, I know how mine is doing. He is packing his stuff in his old room.” She smiles at me but it falters when she sees I don't reflect it. “Hey, I thought he was doing better?” I hold my hot cup between my hands, hoping some of it's warmth will seep into me, and stare into the dark liquid. “It's not really Vic that is the problem. Adam i

“So, here we are again.” Dr West sits down next to the bed. “Not talking again I've been told.” I stare away from him, silently confirming his statement. Memories of the last time I was here have started haunting me and even though I have only been here for a week it seems like the time between then and now has never happened. “They called me as soon as my holiday ended. They figured I knew how to deal with you. But I'm not so sure about it, Victor. You need to start talking. Everybody is

The whispering begins as soon as I get onto the school grounds. People stare and stare, stepping out of the way when I get close. I stand still and look around, wondering what it is they think they know. I park my bike and scan the grounds for Mike. Hopefully the guy showed up for the first hour of class today. I don't see Mike anywhere so I walk into the school building. More people keep stepping out of my way and I catch some of the whispers going on around me. “---heard his parents kicked

Chapter 7 I sit on a chair in front of the computer, listening to the quiet of the house, slowly spinning the chair. His room looks so quiet without him in it, so lifeless. I hear soft voices downstairs and then footsteps coming up. I spin the chair again until I hear a quiet knock on the door. I stand and walk to the door, opening it slightly but when I see Steve in the doorway I swing it open further and pull him close. “It's okay. I'm here.” He holds me for a couple of minutes, his

Chapter 6 I put the phone down, my hand over my mouth as I try to keep my dinner inside. I grab the counter, moving towards the sink, moving my hands along the edge, gripping hard, trying to stay in control. I double over, heaving before I feel the tug in the pit of my stomach and everything comes out. Why would he do this? How can he still be like this? Tears stream down my face and I try to stand, only to be doubled over by a second wave of heaving. A hand pulls my hair from my f

"If you like hurting yourself that much, I think I'm going to have to punish you myself, don't you think?" His voice was cold and creepy. He held my hands above my head and kept me in place with his hip, the raw wall scratched my face as he pushed against me harder and I could feel his hot breath in my neck. Sudden pain scorched my back and I cried out. "It hurts me so much to see how you hurt yourself. I asked you to stop, I begged you to stop. But maybe this is the only way to make you stop

“Anne, I'm scared.” Adams voice wakes me from my light slumber. He is standing in the doorway, his pale skin and tiny frame illuminated by the light from the hallway. I move aside and move the blanket so he can join me in the bed. He is shaking violently, clutching me hard. I wrap my arms around him, he has gotten so thin, so very thin. I can feel every bone under his skin. Vic said that he had lost weight but I didn't realize it was this bad. The clothes usually cover up everything pretty we

by the time I was able to order, 2 days after the initial idea, I already had about 20 books downloaded from amazon, but at least I could read them on my laptop with the app. BTW, what made you buy the colour one?

"Anne, come here, let her be for a minute.” Adam calls out to me. I flop down on the couch, Adam next to me, Jack on the other side. I look at the guys and then at the movie they're supposed to be watching. Adams hand seeks out mine and grabs on tightly when he finds it. I feel how he is shaking but when I try to pull him closer he edges away from me. So it is manly to hold my hand but not to be comforted? I sigh, leaning back on the couch, men. Mom comes out of the kitchen, her eyes red f

On the writer website I frequent more and more people are publishing to Kindle and B&N rather than going by the "real publishers". Or they make sure they get the epublishing rights back from the publishing companies so they can publish to the e-format of their choice themselves. I have found this article which does imply that more and more people want ebooks instead of actual books. http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/business-12305015 I think publishing non-protected epub might be one of the best options as a lot of ereaders can read those and those who can't can use software like calibre (as I do) to convert them within seconds to the right format of the other devices.

I bought my kindle just a couple of days ago, got it in the mail yesterday, I was so exited ^^ I used to use my eeepc for reading ebooks, but it's battery has been dying on me so the use of it has gotten less and less. I already had a lot of ebooks in pdf and other formats on my laptop and I converted them to kindle format with ease with the use of a program (plus side it also keeps track of what books I own and if I do or don't have them on the kindle). I can change any html or doc to a kindle format with a lot of ease so I can use it for all sorts of things when I want it to. I now have about 50 of my own collection on it (downloaded from various places on the net) and a couple of classics from the amazone kindle store. up until now I would probably pay more for actually buying all the books in paperback than that I payed for my kindle. LOL Plus I use it to check my email and facebook when I'm not at my laptop

"Will he be okay?” Jack looks at me from the other side of the room. We're in Vics room, me sitting on the bed, him in the chair at the desk. “I don't know. Now we hope for the best.” I reach for Vics newest drawing pad and a folded piece of paper falls off the top. Curious as why he would take a leaf out of his pad I open it and see a picture I that fills me with great pain. The picture portraits me sitting against a tree. The sketch is light, the tree is already detailed out but I am les

I'm worse than some of you guys... I didn't even realize this was here.... *blush* a veeeeery late thank you

Google can barely keep track of my movements online because I block their tracking websites and Facebook doesn't know my official details... It never occurred to me to truthfully fill out details I don't want people online to know... Facebook knows my city, my date of birth and what schools I have been to, why? Because I don't mind people finding that out about me. but I never fill out my phonenumber or actual adress, and have never done so in the past... Also in the USA they are allowed to track your IP address but in the EU it is illegal to track it... Because of the differences in IP address and downloading policies some companies on both side of the ocean have gotten in trouble in the past, and will get in the future. For me, I only share what I think is safe, to be honest that isn't much...

I sit in the waiting room of the hospital wing, My ex-boyfriend tried to kill himself and is going off to the psychiatric hospital as soon as he will be fit enough. I look at the clock, noon, it has been eight hours since he tried to kill himself. Three hours ago his sister, and guardian, signed his papers for him to be taken into care once again. How many times would this happen? When will he stop, or will death be his end? I look at the hall as I hear footsteps approach but only a nurse wal

Vic has gone through the bad and is trying to come out of the other end. Will he be able to put the past behind him for good? Will he be to salvage his relationships? Can he love purely again?

“The man you saw a couple of days ago is Dave. He is my ex. I loved him and I believed he loved me too. Maybe he did, in his own distorted way, but that is not really what this is about. I was together with him for fifteen months. Fifteen months I felt like I was in love with the most reliable man I could know, one with great morals and strong standings. That was until a year and three days ago.” He sighs, faltering for a second like he almost wishes he didn't start this, but then going on wi