Scared Yet?

Drip, Drip.
Try not to slip.

Undried blood,
Can cause a flood.

Swish, Swish,
Take another step, squish.

Decaying corpses,
They're truly gorgeous.

Crunch, Crunch,
Yum, quiet delicious for lunch.

Skin for bread,
Love to eat the dead.

Slurp, Slurp,
All done, burp.

UnCreated

    I lifted my face off the ground and sighed. Guess I passed out again. I looked up and I saw her, there she was, literally just standing above me, looking out into the mass of other shoppers with a deadly sneer on her face.
   "Um, Mel...."
   She spun quick on her heal and look down, " Jesus you scared the crap outa me!"
   "Couldn't be have as scary as the look you were giving the other customers," I rubbed my head and look around Macy's in a blurry daze.
   "You better believe it!" Mel said as she grabbed her arm and flexed.
Why do you always have to be so damn adorable!
   "Yea. It's kind of sad."
   "Whats sad!?" She said as she helped me up... kinda it's not the easiest thing for a 5 foot nothing girl weighing in at a whopping 100 pounds to to help up a 6'4", 220 pound guy.
   "That I passed out and you were the one... looking out for me..." I sighed and looked down.
   "Pshhhh! Come on! Let's go!"
   She grabbed my arm and dragged me out of the store, out of the corner of my eye I saw a tall slender pale figure with bright purple eyes. When I turned to get a better look she was gone. Nothing there but a wall. Musta hit my head pretty hard.
  She pulled me right into Spencers.
   "Why is it always this one?" I asked sarcastically.
   "Because, it's where the most attractive guys are!"
   "Yep, I definitely wanna be here," I said as she hit me.
   "Shut up!"
   And then he walked in, the guy with blonde hair and wasn't a giant. He walked in like he owned the damn place and he didn't give a crap about the entire store turning to watching just walk around looking at things. And! He was by himself! No one was with him but he acted like he has the whole Marine core with him. Great, just what Mel needs, another arrogant ass whole.
   "I'm hungry how about we go get some lunch?" I said trying to get Mel out of there.
   "Wait! Not yet," she said completely fixated on his face.
   It looked like his hair was fucking glowing! She glided over to his side and look at the wallets not even glancing at him. He didn't look at her either, he walked away. That's and unusually reaction for anyone to give Mel. Male or female. She puffed and then deliberately walked in front of him to the opposite wall. Still nothing from the guy, he didn't even blink. Mel was getting frustrated. She turned around walked up to him and stood staring at him in the right eyes. He blinked a few times then examined her face, big doe eyes, short and a perfect hair.
   She smiled a radiant smile and said, "Hi!"
   He chuckled. Looking down at her, but not too far down and sighed.
   "Are you looking for anything in particular? I'm just here with my friend Ian." She gestured to me and I just smiled and walked up beside her.
   He turned to me and offered his hand, "Nice to meet you, I'm Elliot." He gave me his complete attention, he seemed to stand up a little straighter and look up at me.
   A little flabbergasted I said, "nice to meet you," and took his hand.
   Mel's frustration radiating off of her she said, " and I'm Melody but, everyone calls me Mel." She giggled.
   His eyes seemed to glaze right over her. "I was just window shopping and was about to go get something to eat." He said looking at me.
   "We were just about to do that! How about we go together!" Mel said sad she slid between us and started towards the door.
   Naturally I followed.
   "Sure." He said exiting the store.

***

To Be Continued...

Out of the Lightning

She stuffed her belongings into the pink overnight bag, when was the last time she had boughten anything pink, tears streamed down her face and she sniffed. 

Breathing quietly she stepped out of her room and walked down the creaky stairs.  She step out the front door like a ghost into the fog where no one notices the contrast of white on white. 

She breathed out, wiped her eyes and watched the images her breath made in the cold. She took the first step. Then another. This was good. 

She plastered the fake smile onto her face and pulled out her phone. Good, her friends were waiting around the corner.

Who cares about the crumbling difference between wrong and right? She walks along the edge of where the ocean meets the land just like she's walking on a wire in a circus. It was dangerous, but thats what she needed. She needed the danger without it, what would be left? 

She stood up straight and opened the car door. She was greeted with the squeals of her friends, 

"Mariaaaaa!!"

She laughed not a real laugh those were rare.

"Haii! Where are we going?"

"We're going to go cause ruckus!"

Good, a distraction. 

They pulled up in front of the house she had never seen before, no doubt this is where she'd be sleeping tonight. 

They all got out of the car.

Walked up to the door and a boy answered,  he's drunk, or high, or both.

He wasn't  particularly anything special but, she knew why they were there, he had connections, which means they did now too. 

It was making her laugh, making her not think about bad things,  or have trouble acting normal when she's nervous. 

It'a only temporary, a few hours at the most. 

She's more then just a little misunderstood,  maybe everyone is? This is normal. 

Everyone goes through this.

They're all smiling. 

She says it's only in my head, she says shhh, it's only in my head.

Then she looks up at the building and says, "I'm thinking of jumping."

Her friends laugh and she laughs too. 

At this point its all a joke. 

She's tired of life, she musty be tired of something. 

"Catch me if I'm falling", she says.

All of her friends tell her that they'll be there for her. 

They'll always be there, just like she's always there. 

She doesn't want to be there. She wants to be somewhere where the walls aren't crumbling. 

The bright orange sun peaks out over the trees.

Round here we stay up very, very, very, very late. 

But even with the bright sun,

now staring her in the face,

she can't see nothin', nothin' round here.