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MissingAndrea.
Chapter 1.
 
-Tyler's PoV-
It was another sleepless night for me, laying down, listening to muffled screams and cries.
Sometimes I hated living in the woods. Everyone living here and in the town nearby knows of Andrea Myers, a girl who was kidnapped in the forest.
They all say she died, that there was no chance she would still be alive. But I know better, that no one actually wants to believe she's still alive.
I'd been counting the nights since the first night I heard her. Tonight, was night 293.
I had enough. I had to know who was in the woods, whatever would've come to me.
I tip-toed out of bed, sneaking into my parents' bedroom. Thank god they were both on a business trip this week.
I took a camouflage suit from my dad's closet, from when he was in the army.
I put it on. It was slightly big for me, but it fit.
I went downstairs, and put on a pair of leather shoes.
I quickly opened the door, and shut it.
It was in the middle of the night. The moon was blocked off by tall trees, some over a hundred years old.
I walked down the trail, even for me, it was kind of creepy.
As I kept going, the screams were getting closer, and closer.
But I also realized, there was someone else talking. I hid behind a bush, and took in as much as I could.
"You - not to whine - can - punish tonight..." I quickly looked up, and what I saw shocked me.
A beat up teenage girl, wearing nothing but torn shreds of worn out cloth.
Her hair was disheveled, eyes bloodshot from tears. Bruises and cuts everywhere.
In front of her was a bulky man, bald and covered in tattoos. He had a guns, ropes, knives, and even explosives.
Just the sight of that made me want to take that man's weapons, kill him, and save that poor girl.
But before I could do any of that, I would get killed myself.
I would have to think all of that through.
But while I was lost in my thoughts, I failed to notice, that Andrea noticed me.

MissingAndrea.
Prologue.
 
Rumor has it, that there was once a little girl named Andrea.
It is said that, one morning, Andrea was walking alone through the forest, a shortcut she always took to school.
It was all well, until a lady had heard a scream.
She quickly called the police, but when they arrived, it was too late.
They searched for days and days, but all that was found was Andrea's backpack, torn into shreds with a letter inside.
It read,
"To the fool who is reading this,
I see you have found what I must say to you.
You must know a lot, if you've come to this.
But this is all you will ever see,
for little Andrea is dead.
And if you continue your search, you may as well be next."
They accepted the warning, but dared to continue.
One by one, they would go to sleep, and disappear in the middle of the night.
It was then, no one spoke of Andrea again.
 
Now, it's been 10 years since that day.
A seventeen year old boy now lives in that house in the woods, with his parents and little brother.
Every night, at exactly 4 am, he hears a scream, a howl, a cry for help.
No one living in the town, dares speak of Andrea.
They all know, and they claim not to believe him.
But he's tired of listening.
One day, he knows he will set off to the forest alone.
And find the girl, whoever she is now.
Why do you care so much if 12 year olds have boyfriends?
A lot of you are only a year older, anyway.

Don't act like you think everyone is beautiful
because you're lying if you've never called anyone ugly.

everything's changed. i don't feel like before.
You go talk to your friends, talk to my friends, talk to me.
but we are never ever ever getting back together.
I'm back.... I don't think anyone remembers me. :/

real smiles&real cries

chapter one
Just testing
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These wounds won't seem to heal,  
this pain is just to real,
there's just too much that time cannot erase...
When you cried  I'd wipe away all of your tears,
when you screamed I'd fight away all of your fears,
and I held your hand through all these years...