1.I shouldn’t have kept that secret, but she threatened me; I thought she would kill me. Her wrists were slashed horizontally and fading, pink, cat-like scratches ran up and down the entire length of her arm. Her eyes were glowing with evil- spirited darkness. She was not my sister. She was possessed, and I was scared. I could only wish that her innocent laughter were present and that the blood- oozing slashes on her arms weren’t really there. Deep down I had known that I couldn’t always stop her from falling.
2. The pain oozes through my veins. He won;t let me go. His words flow through my blood stream, leaving his poisonous demands behind. so when he's gone, he's still there. My body tries to fool itself into thinking he's not there, but I can never escape him. He is a part of my lilfe. He is my life. His me. I am him.. and I may have realized the effects he has on my life all too late.