During the gunshot and agony, all that could keep him alive was the thought going back to her.

Now he is back with her but the memory of the gunshots and agony are killing him.

Mine

So I had an English assignment that I had to do, it was presenting a poem as if i was actually the author and it was a story that i had written.  The poem had to be changed slightly in some way.  I took a song, recorded it at school and ended up with a pretty good mark. anyway, here is a cover "Mine" by Taylor Swift.

Happy Three Years?

Three years ago, today, I asked if you would like to go out with me. I believe that my exact words went something like this: "So um, I was thinking, heh, that maybe, if you wanted, you might want to, do something, with me, you know, if you want. Like, er, do you want to go out?...Oh, with me? Like you know, just you... and me?"
Que silence. I looked up at the sky, at my shoes, at the leaves on the tree, any where but at your face. And no matter what you say, it was not your beauty that intimidated me, it was, just, I was afraid to see a look of disgust on your face.  My hands sat deep into my pant pockets, trying to dig to some unknown.  I was nervous, and both of my knees were fine at the time, so I was bouncing up and down on the balls of my feet and bending my knees out of nervous habit. 
Your hair was curly that day. It made me smile.  That is how I knew that it was the day to ask you out. For one, I noticed that your hair was curly and different than normal, which really is an impressive feat because I am pretty oblivious to hair, and that it made me smile, it just looked extra pretty that day.
I waited for an answer. I snuck a look at you. You looked a little dumbfounded with a dazed grin on your face. It seemed like forever. I don't know how long it took you to answer, for real. I would assume that it was like five minutes of you smiling before you actually answered though. 
I just stood there like the awkward kid I was, waiting.  I was ready to walk away before I made an even bigger fool of myself when you said, "k."
I probably turned red.  I could feel my face going hot with excitement and happiness.  I assume that means I was blushing. I'm not really sure. I don't ever blush in front of a mirror. I honestly smiled the rest of the day.
Somehow, the whole school knew that we were dating within hours. I think that they all saw it coming. We were pretty good friends before we started dating.  We got stared at. We used to say that heads turned when we walked down the hallway because they were just struck by our pure awesomeness.
Our friends seemed to approve of us.  We weren't excluded from them like other couples were. We also did not suffer from PDA like most of the others did, which I hear was appreciated. 
First Anniversary, I bought you a new hair curler.  I think it was a hair curler at least, I had to ask your mom about the thing that you actually wanted. I think it curled hair. It might not have been a hair curler though?  Anyways, I brought you to the Beach House, I got the waiter to give you a menu without prices and you bought some pasta, I bought a steak.  We walked around after, we sat somewhere.  Now I do avoid all PDA but I'll say this, I liked kissing you.
Second Anniversary, we were on vacation with my family to California.  We were at the beach most of the day, you wanted to just lie and tan, but I got you into the water with me for a while.  We went to the Beach House for lunch, a different one this time, with a lot lower prices. I got you a necklace, I can say now, that I paid a lot less then what I should have.  Half price actually.  You looked at it every time we passed Tiffany.  I thought you would be really happy with it, but you just gave me one of those, I hate you, I love you hits.  Well then something else so I guess you were happy. Besides I hardly every got you anything.  I can't believe that I am still defending why I bought you that present.   
What are we doing this year? I brought you flowers today, and I sat at home and I studied.  I wrote this for you.
I still dream about you, you know.  I dream that you are with me, yet somehow unattainable. I am happy to even see you though. Then I wake up and disappointment sticks with me throughout the rest of the day.  I won't only be happy in my dream, will I?     After we had dated for a year or two, people started to ask me if I was going to marry you. I'm sure you got the same question.  I always said no, without any slight hesitation.  In my head I was always thinking probably. Maybe, if I had said yes, God would have taken pity on us and never let the crash happen. But all because I said no, he made sure that we would never even get the chance to get married. I know that this is not the way things go but, what else am I supposed to think?
Anyway, Happy Anniversary...I guess.  

There Is No Such Thing As A Stupid Question

Do you know what I hate? Well, there are a few things; this is just one of them.  When I am walking down the halls or wherever I am and I'm limping slightly because my knee is still messed.  And then someone asks me if my knee is feeling alright. Are you Stupid? Would I be limping if my knee worked as well as yours? No. No I would not. Obviously I am limping because my knee is not alright; in fact it hurts like hell.  Now if you ask me that question I'll just say its fine because if you have to ask and you can't figure that out for yourself then you probably won't be able to comprehend what kind of help I need.  
Another dumb question I hear a lot of is “What is wrong with your knee."  I can't even begin to understand why someone would ask me this. Like someone I actually know. If it was a stranger I'd be like whatever you are a stranger I don't care about you. But when someone from school or something asks me what is wrong with my knee I sort of want to punch them in the face.  It's like well, thanks for asking, maybe you remember about 11 months ago my friends died in a crash and my knee was obliterated.  Maybe you might recall something like that happening? I'm not really sure how oblivious to life you are but if you bother to ask why I'm limping then you are stupid.
Obviously there is no such thing as a stupid question. There is such a thing as a stupid person however. 
Now a helpful thing to say might be like, "I see that your knee is sore, is there something I can do to help?" I'll probably just say no to you because I honestly am to proud to ever ask for help, but I might ask for you to pick something up that I have dropped or if you are sitting in a seat I might ask for it. I don't really know. I would probably just be like no. I am fine. Go away. Thank you for asking.
If people would just think about the question they want to ask then people would be so much easier to get along with.

Rainstorm

He looked up at the clear skies for the last time, admiring the blue hues turning into red and yellow. He took in every sunset because he knew that soon enough the sirens would blare and the bombs would fall like a rainstorm.

Thank you, is a common word, used in nearly everybody's vocabulary daily- well I'm from Canada so think what you will but in general we are polite people.  Thank you is just a way to show how thankful we are when a person does something as simple as holding the door open when we walk into Tim Hortons for an early morning coffee to something as great as being there to respond to the car accident you are in.  Either way, just saying thank you hardly seems to cut it.  

I have a lot to be thankful for this Thanksgiving, (again I'm in Canada, we have thanksgiving before it gets too cold) My mom is home finally, I have a school to go to even when I don't want to go, I have a grandfather and aunts and uncles and cousins, I have my father and my brother, a great sister-in-law, I have my church to go to even when it feels like God has abandoned me, and I have friends.  Really what I am saying is that I am thankful for the community God has placed me in.  I am thankful for the support that they all provide for me when I am in dire need of it.  They are always willing to talk to me, to listen, to just sit with.  Without these people I would be nowhere today, I would have nothing to be thankful for.     

Just thanking you doesn't seem like much really.  And I feel like I should give you all something more because words aren't enough to show you my thanks for making my life better than it should be every day.

Whether you are in the list above, or I haven't ever even met you in person before I would like to thank you as well, for reading the words I have to say.

I hope you all have a wonderful Thanksgiving.

Sometimes tears say all there is to say
Sometimes your first scars wont ever fade away
Trying to break my heart well it's broke
Trying to hang me high well I'm choked
Wanted it to rain on me well I'm soaked
Soaked to the skin
It's the end where I begin

The script is the anthem to my life.

12

Isn't twelve an important number in the Bible, doesn't it represent holiness or something? I mean there were the twelve Patriarchs, twelve tribes of Israel, the twelve Disciples and the New Jerusalem will be twelve thousand stadia square.   

Well I just punched the twelfth hole into my wall.