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Inebriated – (Chapter: Eleven: Lyrics Written for Broken Girls)
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Her blonde hair was stringy, her lips pale and dry. Her legs were sprawled out under the white hospital gown and her arms flawed out next to her. An old fashion IV was dripping in perfect sync into a small tube that was connected by a needle in her left wrist. Another tube was unnoticeably twisting its way from a container next to the IV fluid and flowing delicately into her nose down to her stomach.
Tiny little scars was evident on her face, but those where the ones that would easily heal. No, the ones that was visible to the human eye lay across her legs, arms, back. These dark bruising scars, closed and re-opened numerous of times left many questions in your head.
You can sit there; imagine the serene scene that was 80 years past the time. She laid there like she belonged in the building…but she was far too late.
The only source of life was the rising and falling of her chest. Except she was only a shell, her life, her soul lost somewhere in the empty white room. [/i]
“…her capturer was never caught. There are no suspects due to the unattainable memory that Miss Carlin fails to remember.”
Spencer’s heart stopped.
She was lied too.
[i] The frail girl lay in the warm, comforting hospital bed, cotton covers pulled up over her body.
The lights where on her as she watched with little life. Her mother was holding her hand to her left, her father hold her hand to her right. The feeling was uncomfortable and unwanted. It didn’t comfort her at all. Instead the comfort was no where to be found in the shell of her body.
She licked her dry lips, each day a tiny little bit of life creeping its way into her body.
She sighed as she watched the words move from the officer’s lips at the end of the bed.
“The man…who did this was found…ermm… and we put him in jail. He was going to get…umm…death, but…well…Miss Carlin…he gone and killed himself.” The young officer said fiddling with his hat. “I get..umm…I bet that makes you feel a little safe.”
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i totally missed this one! poor spencer dude! that’s all sad! anyways! great post! can’t wait for the next! PMS!
i totally missed this one! poor spencer dude! that’s all sad! anyways! great post! can’t wait for the next! PMS!
OMG I ALMOST FORGOT ABOUT HTIS STORY AND IS SO GOOD. I WAS ALMOST IN TEARS… POST ASAP
OMG I ALMOST FORGOT ABOUT HTIS STORY AND IS SO GOOD. I WAS ALMOST IN TEARS… POST ASAP
i am so freaking happy that u posted again… i was so sad wen u stopped, but im hoping now ur back for good… ur story is completely amazing… and i loved this chapter just as much as the others… please pms
i am so freaking happy that u posted again… i was so sad wen u stopped, but im hoping now ur back for good… ur story is completely amazing… and i loved this chapter just as much as the others… please pms
I am happy you posted this again i missed this story it was a great update but i need more
I am happy you posted this again i missed this story it was a great update but i need more
OMG! I hope Spencer can find healing in the love and comfort of Ashley’s arms. I just completed reading all the chapters to this story and have found it to be intense, intriguing and most of all compelling. You are a magnificent and talented writer with a vivid imagination. Please post again NOW!!!
OMG! I hope Spencer can find healing in the love and comfort of Ashley’s arms. I just completed reading all the chapters to this story and have found it to be intense, intriguing and most of all compelling. You are a magnificent and talented writer with a vivid imagination. Please post again NOW!!!