Battlefield

"Ma! What are you doing? Can you please not just show up in here like that? I got a guest over Ma..." Marshall said, slightly irritated. He stood up quickly and walked over towards his mother. She stood by the doorway of his room, smoking a cigarette, holding a bottle of anti-depressant pills. Her hair, a dirty blond, messy and curly, and her makeup smudged from last night's sleep. She gave Marshall a disapproved look. "Come on baby, you don't need to be embarassed. I'm your mother, I've got nothing to be ashamed of." She laughed at the end, tapping her cigaratte. I looked at her and smiled, holding back a cough. I never liked the smell of cigaratte but I didn't want her knowing it bothered me, especially Marshall. She looked over towards me and smiled. I noticed her teeth were yellowing near the edges. "Why hello there! Aren't you a pretty lady? Are you Marshall's girlfriend?" Before I could speak, Marshall moved over to his mo...

Always being trapped in a well known world where there are always extra helping hands to catch me when I would stumble, and help me get back on my feet when I would fall face forward, is now strangely coming to an end. As time ticks away, and the days to turn to weeks, months to years, I find myself drawing nearer, to a destination. A destination that I have worked so hard on keeping clear with no obstructions, however, its not as easy I would of hoped for. There are always some kind of obstacles in the way. And you know the saying, "If your constantly heading down a lane with things in the way, maybe your on the wrong lane...or maybe your just too lazy to find a way around" That's actually not a saying at all. But I'm on that lane, and it definitely sucks. I'm strong though, and I find ways to work around it, to jump over those stubborn blockages. However, I'll probably hit some impasse soon enough, and there will be no turning back. But I dont have to worry ...

In a perfect world surrounded by love and security, she sits there, feeling empty. She's got everything she ever wanted. The love of her life, the security of arms binding tight around her, feeling safe and protected, yet something is missing. Something hidden deep in the abyss, locked down with chains and covered in debris; something is missing. Standing up, determination filled her, and pushed her to find out what that "something" is. Running around in circles, jumping through every obstacle that blocked her path, she broke through those chains, and wiped away those debris. Underneath the abyss, was a golden treasure chest. Carefully, she unbuckled the rusty lock. She opened it carefully, feeling afraid and curious. She looked down at that "something", having an epiphany. Along, she always knew, what that "something" was, but she couldn't put a finger on it. But now, it made all sense. She picked it up gently, carressing it, as it lay on the palm...