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Oh by the way, this cutting that this young girl was doing, do young people really do this? Why do they do that? I have never heard of that, I have an 18 year old and I have never heard her talk about that.
That is a scary thought, if that is really happening with our young people.
You are a good writer, and to think I have passed this thread up so many times. Now I am like these young ladies, waiting for your next chapter. LOL.:) Go Girl!!!
yes, alot of young girls and boys do cuttings.. Im not really sure why, but i think it might because they are stressed, mad, or depressed. Im not sure but there are people out there who do it.
It's Scary...
Amber, how long has this kind of thing been going on, I just wonder if it happening where I live. Guess I need to have a talk with my daughter and see if it is happening in her school. I know of some of her friends that gag themselves just so they can loose weight. I know some of these girls personally, and I have always tried to help these girls in someway.
Well I am rambling, I just cannot get that out of my mind that this is something really happening to young people, Oh my god!!!
Thanks for telling me about this Amber.:)
i think kids cut everywhere, but maybe more in someplaces more than others. like in schools where it's condidered "cool". alot of kids do it just because thats what all the 'cool' kids do and they want to fit in.:rolleyes:
p.s. waiting to hear more story!!!
Your Welcome, Im not so sure when it happened, but it happens everywhere.
Thanks for the info, I talked with my daughter Lin about it, she said yeah she had heard of it too, that the ones that done it at her school done for the rush. Wow!! Now I have heard everything. Well.
You guys get Megan( is that her name?0 to get back on here and post "the rest of the story". I am wondering about it myself.
Do something, make her!!!!:) ;)
As for my Ari story, yes, it is on my band geeks page. I think.. if not I can email it to you.Quote:
Originally posted by trayi52
Hey good story, how about writing some more.
Did you write the story on your homepage about Ari? That was very good, I want to read it to my grandchildren, they will love it.
But please do write some more, it is very good. I can see you being published one of these days. Keep it up, and I am not kidding. :)
Quit making us wait so long!! ;) :)
GOOD NEWS!
My story is up and running again. Not to steal Cayter's spotlight, because her's is FABULOUS, but I need to write SOMETHING.
If you don't remember [I didn't :o] Here's where we left off-
There was a limp figure lying on the bed as it rushed past. The person looked similar, but I couldn't figure out who it was. Then it came to me. I got out of my wheelchair and ran, following the crowd of doctors around the bed until they stopped in a room. I stood on my tiptoes trying to see if my assumption was correct. It was.
I was going to PM you about when you were going to finnish the story. I was trying to find it so that I could post in it.
So... Who was it!?!?!?:)
Here it is! The long awaited post of who she saw!... *drum roll please*
...The limp body lying on the table resembled a girl… she had long beautiful flowing hair. I looked through the small window on the door. The person on the table was still semi-concious, but hardly moving. She looked scared and she kept looking back and forth between the doctors surrounding her.
I looked closely at her terrified face. It was Olivia’s mom. My second mom. I burst through the doors of the ER room and ran to her bedside.
“What happened? What happened?!?!” I screamed to the doctors around me.
“Car accident ma’am. Please, you need to leave. You can’t be here.” A lady nurse told me.
“No no, I know her. Please, I need to be with her.” I said, trying to break loose of the nurses grasp on my arms.
“Ma’am, now.” She said, and pushed me out the door. It was no use.
“Graham, GRAHAM!” I yelled. He had finished signing the papers at the desk and was looking for me.
“Kersey, come on, where were you?” he asked. He grabbed my jacket off the chair but before he could put it on me, I pushed away.
“Graham, no! Listen to me!” I cried. He looked at me like I had just slapped him. We had never argued as far as I could remember and I had just yelled at him.
“Graham, I’m sorry. But please. Olivia’s mom just came in, she was in a car accident.” I said. Graham took a breath and grabbed my jacket again.
“Kers, there’s nothing we can do right now. Let’s go home and we can come back later and check on her.” He said. He held out my jacket and I reluctantly put it on. I sat back down in the wheel chair and started wringing my hands. My feet were taping on the foot rests of the wheel chair, my fingers tapping on the arm rests.
“Kersey, it will be okay.” Graham said once we got to the car. He tossed my stuff into the back of the car and helped me into the front seat. “Besides, I want to show you what I did with the apartment.” He said, smiling.
More please!!:D It is good so far!
I want to know what he did to the apartment.:)
I looked at him with a puzzled expression. What had he done?
We got home and he opened the car door for me and held out his hand.
“Why thank you!” I said, smiling. He led me inside but told me to cover my eyes.
“Almost there…” he said as we walked up the front steps. “Ok, open!” he said. I slowly opened my eyes, afraid of what I would see
I just finished reading this just now!:o ;)
MEGAN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! MOREMOREMOREMORE!!!!! RIGHT NOW MISSY!:p ;) :D
:rolleyes: :rolleyes: :rolleyes: you always stop at the exciting parts! WHY?
yes megan.....WHY??!! :) lolQuote:
Originally posted by G.P.girl
:rolleyes: :rolleyes: :rolleyes: you always stop at the exciting parts! WHY?
“Why thank you!” I said, smiling. He led me inside but told me to cover my eyes.
“Almost there…” he said as we walked up the front steps. “Ok, open!” he said. I slowly opened my eyes, afraid of what I would see.
“Surprise!!” people yelled. Graham had brought everyone together as a welcome home party and I noticed he also had all the boxes unpacked from our move. The apartment was beautiful. He had repainted some of the rooms, and painted the living room red, my favorite color.
“One more thing.” He said and went off to another room. One by one people came up to talk to me. First was my parents.
“Oh welcome home, baby!” they both screamed, showering me with hugs and kisses. I hugged them back and then they backed off to let other people through.
“How are you feeling?” someone yelled from the back of the crowd. I had no idea who it was.
“I’m great, thanks. But excuse me, I have a call I need to make.” I said and cut through the crowd to the kitchen.
Once inside the safety of the kitchen, I began dialing the hospital’s telephone number. The secretary picked up.
“Hello, hospital, how can I help you?” she asked.
“I was wondering how Patricia Ross was doing.” I asked, tapping my fingernails on the counter.
“Please hold.” The secretary said, and I heard elevator music. I rolled my eyes and waited. The anxiety was killing me.
I looked around the freshly painted kitchen, with all of our old appliances. My eyes drifted over to the butcher block containing all the knives. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. I reopened them and stared at the knives again. Just once, I thought. No one will ever know. Just this once. There was an overpowering voice inside my head demanding me to do it. I put the phone down quietly, and moved towards the opposite counter. I was in a sort of trance, not realizing what I was doing until someone said my name.
Oooooh!!! MORE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!:D
“Kers?” the voice asked. My eyes remained focused on the knives. “Kersey, damnit, what are you doing?” the voice yelled. It was Graham. I turned my head towards him.
“Kersey. You have a knife in your hand. What the hell do you think you are doing?” he asked, actually yelling at me. “Put it down. Now.” He demanded. The force inside me wouldn’t let go of the knife. My chin was trembling because Graham was so angry. Finally I got to my senses and dropped it.
“Kersey, I thought you were over this. What were you doing?” he slammed the off the hook phone back onto the receiver. “Please tell me you weren’t going to cut yourself. Please.” He said. I turned to face him again.
“I… I don’t know Graham. The whole thing with Olivia’s mom… I… I’m so confused.” I said. I put my elbows on the counter and rubbed my eyes. “I’m sorry, it won’t happen again.” I said, sincerely.
“Promise? Kersey, even though I did it too, it still scares me seeing you do it, the one I love. You’re what I live for and to see you do it, it makes me hurt. I’ve stopped, and you need to too.” He said. He came over to me and took my hands in his. “Now, that present is waiting.” He said, leading me out of the kitchen.
What's the present?!?!?!?! MOREEEEEEE!!!!!
We went out into the living room where everyone was sitting.
“I’ll be right back guys.” Graham said to everyone and then he told me to sit on the floor and wait for a second. I sat down and tried to think of what he could have gotten me.
“Close your eyes!” he yelled from the other room. I looked around at the other people around me and slowly closed my eyes. I heard footsteps coming back from the hall, indicating Graham was coming back. The steps stopped in front of me, then I felt something on my face.
A DOGGY!?!?!?!?!?!!!!!;) :D
“Gr..Graham? What the…” I said, reaching my hands up to touch whatever was in my face. I heard the people laughing at me from behind.
“Haha.” I said sarcastically to them. I opened my eyes. I saw the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. It was small, and maybe even smaller than the palm of your hand. I gasped.
Graham was holding a small puppy. It was a teacup Pomeranian, I had had one when I was little.
“Thank your parents, not me.” He said, smiling. He knew just what to do to make me happy. “Her name’s Izzy. Isabella, but Izzy for short. She’s from the lady down the street. What’s her name.. Dayna. She’s a great person. She’s already given Iz all her shots and she is going to pay for her spaying because it was a puppy from her litter.” Graham got up from the kneeling position on the ground and put Izzy down on the floor. She had a huge red ribbon tied around her neck.
“We had a little trouble with the bow, but we compromised.” Graham said, laughing.
“Graham! She is so cute! Thank you guys!” I said. I now knew this dog had the answers to everything. She kept me going.
“Let’s eat!” Graham said to everyone, and they began filing towards the kitchen and dining room.
“Like her?” Graham asked after everyone had gone to the kitchen.
“Like her? LIKE HER? Graham, I love this dog!” I said, getting up and hugging him. “Thank you so much.” I said.
YAY!!!!! A puppy!!!:D And I was in the story too:p :)
I tucked Izzy under my arm and we went into the kitchen together. Then the phone rang.
“I’ll get it.” I said, and grabbed the phone.
“Hello?” I asked.
“Is this Kersey?” the person asked.
“Speaking.” I replied, wondering who it could be.
“This is the nurse at the hospital. You called about 15 minutes ago and we lost our connection.”
“Yes, yes, we had… family trouble.” I said. It was kind of the truth.
“The information on Mrs. Ross is here. She is in a coma and has some pretty bad cuts. She won’t be as pretty as she was a few days ago. She is in critical condition, but she is stable, and on her way to what we hope is a fast and easy recovery.” She said. “Thank you for calling,” and hung up.
I know, I know, I haven't been reading it.:o
I finally caught up though! I can't believe he got her a puppy! What a perfect character to add to the story. I hope Mrs. Ross gets better.
More please!:)
Awww cute puppy! more!!!!!:D
I put the phone down. The information was enough to keep me satisfied for a while.
Throughout the night, Izzy was tucked safely under my arm. Everyone left at their own pace, and by ten, everyone was gone.
“Did you have fun?” Graham asked.
“Definitely. Thank you very much.” I said, smiling.
“About the knife incident, Kersey, what got into you?” he asked, sitting on the couch. I didn’t say anything, only pet Izzy’s brown ears.
“Talk to me.” He pleaded. “I just want to help.”
“I don’t know! There’s just so much going on with Olivia’s mom. I’m scared, confused, I just don’t know anymore.” I said, sitting next to him. I rested my head on his arm.
“Well cutting solves nothing. After all my years of doing it, I finally realized it wasn’t worth it.” He said, rubbing my shoulder.
“Maybe I need it Graham. It was my security blanket all those years back at home.”
“Need it? You still want to cut?” he asked, obviously shocked.
“It’s possible.” I said.
“You can’t. I won’t let you.” He said, getting up. He stood over me; I had fallen back onto the couch once he had gotten up. Izzy was prancing around on my chest.
“Graham, you don’t understand.” I replied getting up. Izzy jumped off the couch and followed me into the bedroom. No one understood. But that’s where Izzy came in.
I love when pets are in the stories.:D More please.
more please:D
i know thats all we can seem to say, but thas really all we want...moremoremoremoremoremoremoemore:D
I sat down on the bed and closed my eyes. Graham didn’t understand that it was hard for me to quit. Yes, I hadn’t done it in… months probably. But that didn’t come with ideas of cutting, cravings, the whole works. Izzy was bouncing around on the floor trying to get onto the bed.
“Come on, Iz. Show the world height doesn’t matter.” I said, laughing. I swept her off the floor and put her on the bed beside me.
“So Izzy. Do you at least understand where I’m coming from with this?” I asked. She was too busy attacking lumps in the bedspread. I smiled.
“Well, we can pretend you do.” I said. I looked at my wrists. My wrists were normal color, but the scars were definitely there. I looked around the room. Searching for my weapon.
NOOO bad kersey! bad bad bad!!!!
More puhleeeez!!!;) :D
Oh and did you know that the two main characters, Kersey and Ghram, are names of two Pet Talk doggies?;) :p :D
I think that's how Graham came to me, I was always in love with him and the pic they submitted for a contest of him laughing... if anyone can find it bump it back up. Kersey, not sure how I thought of that. They are from the same family though, right? [Forgive me if I am wrong. :o]Quote:
Originally posted by apcrs5122
Oh and did you know that the two main characters, Kersey and Ghram, are names of two Pet Talk doggies?;) :p :D
http://www.imagestation.com/picture/...c/fd3fb229.jpg
There's Graham :D:D:D
I want to marry Graham, he is adorable!;) :p
Yup, Kersey & Graham come from the same family, I noticed that a while ago.
Which Graham??? The dog or the character?? LOLQuote:
Originally posted by Dogz
I want to marry Graham, he is adorable!;) :p
YES....I WOULDNT MIND MARRYING GRAHAM EITHER....:D Oops sorry about the caps...i'm too lazy to go back and retype it all....but you're getting off the subject! she was searching for a weapon.......and then.......---------(feel free to fill in the blanks now):p
I knew Graham kept a pocket knife in one of his jackets. I looked in the closet, through all of his pockets. I found nothing. I decided to sneak off to the bathroom to see what I could find there.
I opened the bedroom door and heard the television. I tiptoed around the corner and into the small but tidy bathroom. I rummaged through the drawers knowing there were some razors around somewhere. Izzy was sniffing around the room, attacking the strings at the end of the carpet.
“I’m glad at least you’re happy. Iz.” I said, continuing to look through the drawers.