ArtisticPegisister

"So cold...." The child shivered and moved a bit. For some reason, her bed wasn't as comfortable as it usually was. It was fine a second ago, back when she was asleep. Did she get moved to the couch? She couldn't really tell since her eyes were closed. She lied down for a second, not moving a inch. Since she was no longer focused on anything, she then realized that there was a huge pain in her head and chest, along with random spots on her arms and legs. It was as if someone stabbed her....She thought about the possibility of getting stabbed in her sleep for a second. She shook her head quickly. 'Why am i even thinking this? Mom locked all o

That morning, she had ran back to the pizzeria, leaving everyone behind with confused expressions. Coco could only hear them yelling nonsense as she got closer and closer to the kid's restaurant, her heart racing. Finally, she stopped at two glass doors; all that running made her legs feel like rubber. Coco peered into the restaurant and sighed with relief-- it was still closed. She quickly opened the doors and walked to the office. As she was reaching the office however, she heard odd, demonic sounds. Then she shivered. Did this place have a working fan? Or maybe, perhaps, someone left the fridge open? 'Well, Fruit always had the tendency t

I can't do it all. Sometimes, I would try and try but all I would end up doing was fall. Im sorry that I couldn't make you happy. Im also sorry for making this poem so sappy. I don't want you to worry, but I can't just keep these feelings buried. Am I doing my best? Or am I just giving you a test? I don't want to sound boring Because then all of my words are just annoying. I can't help it, though; I care too much about you. And every single thing you do. I feel bad that I wrote this But I just need you to know it; That im not always happy as I seem. I apologize.