MrsBillyHoran

The day began with the out-of-focus view of the bedroom, shrouded in darkness. My hands rose to my eyes and tried to rub my eyes back to their regular vision. As the vague shapes became clearer, I found that the only source of light came from a dark cerulean color from outside the bedroom window. The sun was starting to rise. I sat up a little straighter so my muscles would get the message that I wanted to start waking up. My right leg struck another body in my bed. I didn’t need any explanation to who was sleeping beside me. With a slight groan, I slowly eased my legs over the left side of the bed. My feet recoiled slightly at the chi

The cold harsh breeze brushed against his smooth tender rich white skin. He shivers and clutches his arms As if that will protect him from the unforgiving cold. Staring into my eyes, He mouths words that I cannot hear. His eyes are reflecting… Something But I cannot tell what it is. Strange blue blotches that just somehow look Imbedded deep inside his angelic white skin. More rise to his flesh. They’re ugly! Why are they there? I stare into his face. A horrible black ring surrounds an eye. It’s taking over his eye and Making it almost close and hide from me. Doesn’t he want to look at me? What’s that coming

Dear Paulchen, Happy Valentine’s Day! Am I still your valentine? I hope so. You’re still mine. I’m a far way away, but I always can talk to you on the phone or on Facebook, like I’m doing now. There are a couple things I wanted to say to you. Nothing bad. Just the good things. Every morning, since March 23, 2010, you’ve woken me up in the morning with small loving pecks along my neck and your hugs. We would tell our dreams and laugh about them. We would make breakfast together and I would teach you how to cook. You are definitely my best pupil! <3 I just hope you didn’t set anything on fire while I was

Paul delivered the mail: as usual. Richard got a manila envelope from someone: normal. Richard read it and went outside on the balcony: ok. All of us hear Richard's feeble attempts to muffle his sobs: not good. "Reesh," I pop my head outside and see Richard crying his eyes out, envelope still in hand. "Reesh, are you alright?" He says nothing. He drops the envelope and clutches his face with his hand, trying to stop the flood of tears. I picked up the envelope and had almost joined Richard in his wails. "Mr. Kruspe, We regret to inform you that this lung cancer has grown too far. We can do nothing else to help you. You have three mont

 I silently crept into Chris's dressing room. I could hear his snoring as I entered. He was halfway on the bed and halfway on the ground. As carefully as I could, I picked him up in my arms and held him there. His long hair hanging across his precious face tickled his nose and stirred him a little. "Reesh, stop tickling me," he said, still asleep. I pushed the silky hair away from his face. I kept my eyes on the sleeping angel. He had the longest lashes I had ever seen on anyone. They cast shadows over his eyelids and made it look like his eyes were hollow. He shivered and cuddled closer to me. I carried him to the bed and folded him in t

I know your pain. I have lived your life before. I've known the pain of drugs claiming one more person in my life who I loved. I've know what it's like to want to die. I know what it's like to be bullied and hated and ridiculed. I know what it's like to be unloved by the one that I want to love. I know that no matter what, I will have God. The Lord is my light and my salvation. Of whom should I be afraid? Of whom should I be afraid? No one. God is anything you want him to be. Cinemal depicts Him as Till Lindemann with the wings he wears in the song Engel. I see him as a flame. The fire of true love, salvation, help, forgiveness

Everything was ready. Everything was perfect. All that I needed was him. I sat on the grass, not wanting to ruin the perfect picnic I had prepared for us. The soft murmur of a car engine rolled over the hills. I saw the bright white headlights of Richard's car. I stood and watched as the car came to a stop. Richard came out of the car. The late afternoon sun making his perfect face golden. His eyes shined at me and laughed their special laugh. He was holding a basket and judging by the smell, there was a fresh baked apple pie in it. Richard couldn't bake to save his life, but he made an immaculate apple pie. "I didn't know if you brought de

 "Babe?" A soft milky voice echoes through the room. "I can't sleep." There he is. He looks so cute. He's wearing one of my shirts and a pair of underwear. The shirt is way too big for him. It reached down just below where the pant legs of his underwear hung. I could just see the bottoms of them as he walked in. He was holding his little brown teddy bear that I bought for him for Christmas last year. He looked like a child. "Do you want me to come to bed now?" He nods. He hugs the teddy bear closer to his chest. In the dim light, his face could just be seen. His eyes are red and puffy as if he'd been crying. The slight wrinkles around his e

'Where am I? This isn't my bed. Wait...' Till. 'Where is he though? He probably slept on the couch. Poor baby.' Richard gets out of bed and goes into the living room. Till is lying on the couch on a rather uncomfortable position. "Sweetheart, do you want to sleep with me?" No response. Richard gently shakes Till. "Spatzi, do you want to sleep in the bed with me?" 'Why is my hand so sticky?' Richard looks at his hand. It's covered in a dark liquid. "Till?" He turns Till over. Till's head rolls off Till's body and into Richard's lap. Richard screamed hysterically. "You didn't think you could run away from me that easily." A horribly familiar