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(warning maybe a lot of spelling and grammer mistakes I have a learning disabilty so srry)
I walked into the cold damp forest, with bare feet and a light sweater with black shorts. As I walked past the trees, I let them swipe my hand. The bark was cold, I felt my fingers tingel but they hurt. I stopped and pulled out my black and sliver pocket knife, and I started carving into the tree. There was a noise coming out of the bush that was behind me. I stopped and dropped my knife I was scared.
I tall figuer stepped out, he was tan, with black hair and dark brown eyes. He spoke softly to me, "Karen come back with me I want to, we want to exsplane Karen," he put his hand foward I backed up into the tree.
I picked my knife, and didn’t think twise, I pointed it at him. "You bastered you think you can come out here to come get me, you make me sick to even look at you. I wish the both of you were dead," he stayed quite, "so why do you want to bring me back so you can tell me why your sleeping with my mother!" at that point I started to yell and cry.
He looked at the ground finding, what words to say "at lest you didn’t find out from lily…"
I turnned to the tree and sat down in front of it "she knew to" I couldn’t believe it the girl I shared most of my life with my best friend she had been lieing to me to this hole time… "do not tell me you slept with her too" I yelled at him, he still didn’t say anything. "Tell me it’s not ture, tell me!" I yelled. I took my cell phone at of my pocket and thrown it at him. I ran he started chaceing me I ran so fast that he was not able to keep up with me. I lost him in the deep dark forest. Now I was lost my self. My life was ruined, it was all about do good in your junior year. Have your friend one who you could depended on in a time of need. I boyfriend for someone to be there for you. When all else failed at least I would have my mom… Nothing what I was ever told was ture. I had it with them I’m done.
I started to run again, till I was on the other side of the forest. Then I saw light on the other side I ran to it in hopes of getting out. As soon as I stepped out, I tripped over a rock on to a guy who was a few inchs taller then me. I fell on top of him, when I open my eyes I was looking into his dark blue eyes. I had suddenly realized that I was still on him. I got off and stood my self up. I didn’t know what to do I had mud and dirt all over me I stayed silent. He looked at me sweetly and asked, "why are you crying? Are you ok?"
I shook my head I knew I wasn’t ok I was damp and cold. I didn’t want to move. All I could say to him was that "I’m cold." nothing else. He took off his coat and put it around me and we just started walking. I had no idea were I was going my face was red and I wasn’t sure if I had a cut on my lip. All I did know everything was hurting. We walked into a big white house where everything looked like it belonged inside a log cabbin. But it was cozy and warm it
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Running Away: Tips and Advice?

Well. Me and my best friend are running away. Now before people start telling me "it’s not all fun and games" and "your life can’t be that bad". I already know this. We’re both highly capable, intelligent individuals. We have our supplies ready. Now I won’t post a full list, as last time it took up too much space… Basically, we have first aid, flint stone fire starter, each have 2 canteenes, a pocket knife, dust goggles, flak jacket, camelbak gloves, militairy boots, trench knife, daggers and a katana.

Now as well as protection, we have money for food, and a book on how to live off the land. Though thats not the whole list, just a rundown. We are trying to build up a small group before we leave. We know the dangers of the outside world, and what we’re getting into. I’m not asking for 1,000 replies on why I’m too young or I shouldn’t do this. Instead… Please, just some advice for running away, where we should go (coming from Florida) ect? It would really be appreciated. Thank you.

Please answer the question. We did not ask you to tell us what we already know. We have been planning this for well over a month, we’ve thought it through, and are definite on the decision. We are asking for advice, possible places to go, routes, paths, tips, ect, ect. We’re kindly asking Yahoo Answers to answer our question, not tell us what we asked you not to tell us.
More information for those who wanted to know:

Before getting into it, I will say one thing. We aren’t planning on leaving any time soon. There are still many supplies to get, a group to gather, a route to plan, a destination to choose. In the future, we will eventually end up in Europe, as that was the original idea. However, it is subject to change.

The police will be looking for us, however that’s not much of a problem. We will rest during the day, and remain mainly out of the cities due to that reason. Keeping the group small at first is essential, as we plan on recruiting as we travel so that nothing is expected. They won’t know that we are growing if other teenagers from other places are leaving. Avoidance is also slightly easy. If we are to change our appearance directly after leaving, it will make it harder and we will become less recognizable. Not definite, but an idea for now.

@ US Central States: We do have a route that will take us north, west, northeast, and eventually into Canada, avoiding the major ‘Ghetto’ areas that could get us shot and killed. (We do plan on getting kevlar. It is easily accessible via Amazon or other online purchasing sites.) From Canada we can stow-away to the UK, then head south into the rest of Europe and plan along the way for further destinations and stops.

Before any comments, it is better to stay in Europe, as there are less handguns there if I remember correctly. They are illegal in the UK. I doubt people will have the time to aim a rifle at us when we charge them with blades. Murder is low there anyway, but that’s not the point.

Yes, we will eventually get guns when we get connections and those who can retrieve them for us. However, we do want to avoid law enforcement as much as possible. This group needs to be hidden and mobile, not a public threat lied about by the media.

Odd jobs are ideal. We have plans to make money, and plans to make our own resources. We will learn to cook, skin, boil, and whatever else. I don’t feel like elaborating into those, so ect. You make a point of prepaid cell phones. We thought of this, as it is a good idea if the group were to become accidentally separated or by some other cause we would need it to stay together and regroup.

On a final note for the mental and physical distress, yes, we understand that people would be hurt. However, the people that would be hurt, there are very few. We do love our family, we do love our friends even though they’re annoying, we do love being in a home with clean running water and all of that. However, you would have to know us on a personal level to fully understand the extent of our problems. Anyone can freely comment that it is worse out there than it is here where we are sheltered, educated, watched over, but some of us know that we can do it. There is always the excuse of adventure, but that’s a bit immature in my opinion, so I won’t stoop there.

I am perfectly ready to give up what I have, when I can create so much more, that is even better.

There is room for more information if it is needed or wanted.

What do I do about this?

My friend Jessica is really depressed lately. She keeps telling me that she needs my help with something. I tell her that she’s my best friend and I’d do anything for her. When it looks like she is going to tell me she just blows it off. I told her parents that I think Jessica wants to commit suicide but they say thats foolishness. Today I was over her house in her room. Her mom called her and I know where she keeps her diary so I tried to take a peek. I picked it up from under her pillow but a pocket knife and bloody paper towl fell out. I was so scared but I didn’t want to put it away.so I just opened to a page with the most recent date. I almost cried cuz she said how she was going to do it and how she really needed my help, bur wasn’t sure when to do it. I was at the point of crying so j just out the stuff back right before she was coming. She asked if I would leave. I couldn’t believe she was cutting herself ( that explained the long sleeves) but she wanted to commit suicide. I keep trying to tell her parents but again they said it was stupid.. The next day I tried to show them her diary but the pages were all gone. I was so sad but Jessica needs my help. What do I do if her parents won’t believe me??!!

I Really Like This Guy As A Friend But He Likes Me More Than A Friend?

Kay, I met this guy three weeks ago and hes really nice and all but hes really ugly, always carries a knife(pocket knife) and knows how to blow up a school. Like I like hanging out with him and he like, if it makes sense, understands me, and hes a great guy but i just don’t like him that way, i know for a fact from my best friend that hes going to ask me to a dance but i don’t know if i should, like i like that hes dangerous and all but i don’t know if i should date him, i also know from his best friend that hes gonna try to kiss me, do i let him or do i sat no? EXTRA INFORMATION!! He’ll be my second bf and first kiss <3 thanks to all who answer!!

Me and three other friends were caught breaking the door nob of an abandoned house. What's going to happen?

Me, my boyfriend, and two other friends were trying to distract ourselves from another friend of ours completely using us and betraying us.
As a distraction, the morons we are, we decided to break into an abandoned house just to see if we could. As a distraction. I know. Stupid.
Well, my boyfriend had a box cutter on him. STUPID. He’s not dangerous at all, he just uses it for stuff like someone would use a pocket knife. He also had a flask of margarita mix on him…….-.-
We weren’t drinking, he just had it on him… i wanted to drink, though. I told him to put the stuff in it, and now i feel horrible. I wanted to forget about my backstabbing ex best friend…..
Well, we went to the house, burned batteries>-< and used a pole to break off the door nob to the garage. The property is bank owned and i’m really scared about the bank suing my family because we’re already in financial trouble:(
We broke the door nob completely off…… i was wondering what will happen to us.
All four of us are 16-17 years old.
We’re all good kids. Just stupid. It was our first offense.
like i said, we’re under 18, and we’re in California if that helps.
and what happens to my boyfriend?

Attempting To Write Something Sinister. How Does This Sound?

Hey!!
so as the title suggests i was in a mood to try and write something really different to what i normally write. I just want to know if this sounds interesting and slightly creepy??

A bloody, pulsing heart lay at my feet, beating as if it were still inside the body of my former best friend. The colour alone was enough to make my stomach twist and turn my entire body weak. The heart, still warm, was twitching as it continued to beat. The sound got to me more than anything. The quick, double beat rhythm over and over again. Normal people wouldn’t have heard it, but then again I’m not normal. The steady beat was enough to drive my breathing over the edge. Bile shot up my throat and I had to turn away to avoid being sick all over the cold body of my deceased friend. The burning in my throat made me want to grab some water and down it in one, but I couldn’t. I had to stay with the body, with the heart, until Lynx could get here. Gathering my stomach back to where it should be, I slowly turned back to my friend; trying to remember everything I had been told. I was a Destroyer.
“Lay there, forever more. Blood be black, soul be red. May you rest now forever more, not in the heavens but in the Tank.” I pulled a dagger from my small bag and tightened my grip on the specially carved handle. Bile rose in my throat again but I couldn’t let it take hold. I had to finish the prayer before it’s too late. “Rest now forever more, may this dagger be the end. Show no fear.” The heart’s beating slowed down and my training kicked in. “Forever more!” Within a split second, my hand came swinging down and went straight into the heart. The blade sliced through swiftly and lodged in the ground beneath the heart. I’d pierced all the way through. Black blood gushed from the quickly dying heart and covered my bare hands. The disgusting organ shrivelled up to nothing more than a very old looking prune and I withdrew the blade. Black slime dripped from the knife as I held up it up so I could clean it on my already bloody shirt.
“I’ll take it from here.” A deep, husky voice spoke in my ear. Surprisingly, the voice didn’t scare me one bit. I was expecting him to show up. “You are dismissed, girl.” His accent was strong with a hint of Irish left in it, but it wasn’t funny at all. It was terrifying. Lynx looked at the prune size heart and then at the body. I stared at my friend, so cold, so alone, and swallowed hard. Her hair was still just as perfect as she always had it. Her pale, blue eyes were glossed over with death. Her body was sprawled roughly on the ground with a massive hole missing in her chest. They had pulled her heart out. Them. The Flies.
“T-thanks.” The dagger made its way back into the sheath on my belt, sleeping for the night. At the thought of having to walk away, all I wanted to do was crouch down with my murdered friend and pat her hand. No, I’d hold her hand, put two coins over her eyes for the Ferry Man and wait for her soul to leave her body. Unfortunately, if I touched her, I would awaken the curse and she would come back. But not as her former self. Not even as a shadow of her former self. She would awaken with no heart and be programmed to work for The Flies. Those bastards. First they killed my family. Then my friends. The only person left to kill was Lynx…but he was already dead.
“This corpse will be burned with you watching if you do not leave.” Lynx pulled a matchbox from his back pocket and lit the tiny, wooden stick. I didn’t leave. “So be it, Vivianna.” The flame licked at the wood but when he flicked it at the body, the flame engulfed my friend like petrol had just been poured everywhere. The smell of burning flesh was overpowering but I kept calm. I’d seen it all before. My friend’s body was suddenly swallowed by the flames and the screaming began. Her heart turned to ash and a howl of a scream escaped her dead lips. Her corpse roared, no shreiked, as the Change was forced to stop by the flames. My friend’d cry died off after a few seconds as her skin peeled away and turned to soot. It was gut wrenching and a lump formed in my throat. I couldn’t help but to throw up again but this time it didn’t matter where. The body was gone. And so was my very last friend in the world.

Sooooo??? what do you guys think??
I know it’s kinda confusing because i haven’t written what it’s about but basically a summary is:
People are getting killed by having their hearts ripped out by The Flies who then want to programme the bodies to fight on their side. The Flies are an organisation of people who want to basically get rid of all things creative. Music, painting, movies etc. A group of people called the Destroyers go round and ‘destroy’ the bodies before the change takes over.
So, what do you guys think?????
Would you read the story or not??
Oh and Lynx is already dead because he’s been Changed but Vivianna planted a microchip in him so he’s hi
just realised that there’s writing missing haha.
Lynx is dead because he was Changed but Vivianna planted a microchip in him so he’s back alive again. She couldn’t put the chip in her friend because it has to be done while the body is still warm. her friend had been dead for a while.
and yeah, i tried to space it out but there wasn’t enough room to do it =\ sorry about that

Dream meaning? With a gun and a knife?

The dream starts with me and my friend (he’s not my best friend, but still a very good friend of mine) leaving a club after having a very enjoyable time there. It was way after midnight and we decided to get a taxi to drive us home.We caught the first taxi we found and we started talking with the taxi driver. He seemed to be a very nice guy and we were laughing a lot until suddenly he stop talking and he threatened us with a gun.
We were extremely terrified and we didn’t know what to do. My friend seemed to be a lot more scared than me and was repeatedly shouting ""Shoot him! (me) Please don’t try to kill me” , while i was trying to open the door.I was irritated by his behaviour but i didn’t say anything of course because of the importance of the situation. I don’t know exactly what happened but i finally managed to open the door and get out of the taxi. My friend and the taxi driver followed me. We were running and running and few minutes later the driver lost our tracks.
I told my friend we were finally safe and we were both very relieved. But suddenly my friend looked at me in a very angry way and he got a knife out of his pocket.I was in complete shock, because i certainly didn’t expect him to do something like this. I asked him what happened but he didn’t say anything. Then he attacked me and tried to kill me. In the end, I found a way to take the knife from his hands and told him to go. I was alone in the dark and after this i woke up. Does this mean that my friend is one of my enemies? Does anybody know what this dream might mean??

My life sucked but I need it back. How do I do that?

IDK why but I wrote my lifes history. Literally. I don’t want to have wasted that time so Im posting it. Just skip down to the end paragraph for the point of it.

I have always been the freak of nature. weird. hated by everyone, even my family. My entire life. I remember kids making fun of me when I was little for no reason at all. My dad making me stay in my room without dinner a lot. I ate hamster food those nights and my "dad and brother" Laughed. I was hungry and that was all I had. I never had friends other than one. I was laughed at cause I was friends with a girl. middle school came and It got worse. I was the reject within the rejects. IDK why I hung out with them. They and everybody else hated me. I was shoved in a box and called sexual homophobic things once. kicked. beaten down often. I didn’t fit in any pictures. And I looked and acted pretty normal. I didn’t really like people and didn’t have many emotions, I was blank but still. I wasn’t that bad!

end of the year 7th grade. I was in a hospital room trying to get someone, anyone to believe that I didn’t belong there. my "dad was the problem. Put him in a mental hospital! Jail! Hes done so much to me. I had the knife because I was scared. I stabbed a wall, yes. but he was going off at me and I just couldn’t take it and just started stabbing it. "You wanted that to be him didn’t you? Well that’s not how we solve our problems." But its ok to, for no reason, starve, beat, kill the hopes and dreams of a child. yep. Anyways its not like I would unless I had to. I did cut him once. He was about to break my ribs though. I was behind the door he was pushing. I always had that knife with me so I grabbed and just swung. My brother was his best friend.

Now at the end of 8th Im following society’s rules. everyone loves me and im popular. I hate myself. Earlier this year I was the dark "emo" Kid. Hiding cuts under wristbands up my arms and long black pants on my legs. Hiding pills in hidden pockets, popping them to keep out of my mind. It only took one advil to get me out of it. I took halfs. I had longish colored hair. I always wore a hoodie. Had panda shirts under. Most girls liked me but I don’t like girls. Bryce. IDK why they like me. I was really screwed up. I want it back though. Take away the cuts and drugs. Im everyone now. I liked how I looked. Kinda who I was. I was in a good spot, believe it or not. Now Im in a bad spot. Im back to before my new school. Im depressed. I became what everyone wants and I hate it. I hate being popular.I hate being loved. I want to be me. I changed for my grandparents. they hated it and i had to change. What makes everyone else happy makes me sad. I want to go back to who I was. It was sad but better than this. how do i? IDK how to get back to that point. I cant un cut my hair. Un throw away my cloths. I just want to be me but cant. Help! Im going to collapse into my cutting druggy self If I cant be my freakish self. looks and personality, which has changed somehow.

2 Weird Dreams, Please Read?

1st dream
Well, I was at my school and was hanging with my friends during free time (It was in Primary School). I took out this gun from my pocket and started to play with it. All of a sudden my teacher screamed and told us all to get under our desks. I looked around and there were gunmen everywhere! The head gunman came in and asked if there was a Cené in the class. She nodded andd pointed to me. The man walked over, picked me up and carried me outside where he handed me a piece of paper and a pen.
"You’re going to write exactly what I tell you OK. This is a ransom!" he said. The other gunmen all laughed (lol). I wrote down exactly what he told me it was something like ‘Come and give me my money or you and your family are slaughtered and I will kill your brother and your mother and your best friend!’ I know, very strange. He told me to mail it to my mom then for her to forward it back to me.

About two weeks later there was no sign of money and they took me to a flight if stairs and started shooting at me. theree were others there too and they were shooting at them too. But strangely, the bullets didn’t hurt but I was on the floor in pain anyway. A few minutes later I was dead along with everyone else around me. The head gunman took off his mask and I saw that it was Draco Malfoy of HP! He was walking around checking if everyone was dead. He came to me and picked me up.
"It was a shame we had to kill this one, she was a beauty!" He yelled to the rest of them :S They all nodded. Then he started to bite me and the others joined in. I woke up after that lol.

2nd dream:
NOTE: Only Inkheart readers will understand this.
I was Meggie and Basta was holding me yelling at Mo. We were at Roxane’s house and Dustfinger was holding Basta’s knife to his throat. Mo grabbed me and Resa and we all ran out of the house. We ran right into Mortola :S She stabbed Resa with her claws but me and Mo just kept running. We came to an old shack where we hid in a room. Mo said that he wish he didn’t have to ddo this and strangled me to death. I woke up.

Please interpret!

I need the old me back but IKD how. So… how?

IDK why but I wrote my lifes history. Literally. I don’t want to have wasted that time so Im posting it. Just skip down to the end paragraph for the point of it.

I have always been the freak of nature. weird. hated by everyone, even my family. My entire life. I remember kids making fun of me when I was little for no reason at all. My dad making me stay in my room without dinner a lot. I ate hamster food those nights and my "dad and brother" Laughed. I was hungry and that was all I had. I never had friends other than one. I was laughed at cause I was friends with a girl. middle school came and It got worse. I was the reject within the rejects. IDK why I hung out with them. They and everybody else hated me. I was shoved in a box and called sexual homophobic things once. kicked. beaten down often. I didn’t fit in any pictures. And I looked and acted pretty normal. I didn’t really like people and didn’t have many emotions, I was blank but still. I wasn’t that bad!

end of the year 7th grade. I was in a hospital room trying to get someone, anyone to believe that I didn’t belong there. my "dad was the problem. Put him in a mental hospital! Jail! Hes done so much to me. I had the knife because I was scared. I stabbed a wall, yes. but he was going off at me and I just couldn’t take it and just started stabbing it. "You wanted that to be him didn’t you? Well that’s not how we solve our problems." But its ok to, for no reason, starve, beat, kill the hopes and dreams of a child. yep. Anyways its not like I would unless I had to. I did cut him once. He was about to break my ribs though. I was behind the door he was pushing. I always had that knife with me so I grabbed and just swung. My brother was his best friend.

Now at the end of 8th Im following society’s rules. everyone loves me and im popular. I hate myself. Earlier this year I was the dark "emo" Kid. Hiding cuts under wristbands up my arms and long black pants on my legs. Hiding pills in hidden pockets, popping them to keep out of my mind. It only took one advil to get me out of it. I took halfs. I had longish colored hair. I always wore a hoodie. Had panda shirts under. Most girls liked me but I don’t like girls. Bryce. IDK why they like me. I was really screwed up. I want it back though. Take away the cuts and drugs. Im everyone now. I liked how I looked. Kinda who I was. I was in a good spot, believe it or not. Now Im in a bad spot. Im back to before my new school. Im depressed. I became what everyone wants and I hate it. I hate being popular.I hate being loved. I want to be me. I changed for my grandparents. they hated it and i had to change. What makes everyone else happy makes me sad. I want to go back to who I was. It was sad but better than this. how do i? IDK how to get back to that point. I cant un cut my hair. Un throw away my cloths. I just want to be me but cant. Help! Im going to collapse into my cutting druggy self If I cant be my freakish self. looks and personality, which has changed somehow.