Join the table , won't you please?

We've got the turkey,stuffing,peas...

So tell me how you've been my dear,a lot has happened so I hear.That person you were with was all wrong for you,

You didn't wanna see it ,but we all knew.Can someone pass the potatoes this way?Oh how I love Thanksgiving Day!So tell me Hun,how is your child?If you ask me,much to wild.I don't know what happened to mine,all growing up they listened just fine.May I have some butter for this roll? We'll all be running to the restroom when the beans take a toll.Here my child take this 20,I hear you've been short of money.Mmm this pudding looks soo good,I'd eat it all if I could.Thanks so much for cleaning up,Is there any milk left? I'd like a cup.I'm glad you showed up ,I hope that you know,now give me my hugs,it's now time to go.

Question everything, even yourself, but trust yourself as sometimes others use confusion against you. When things are at the "it couldn't possibly get worse point ",know it could ,and it might .Fight through no matter what, Also know it gets better, the best may be ahead. Even if it isn't or you don't believe or see it, make the best of it anyway. There is always a way even if it isn't your way. Be open,but protect yourself. Do stand for what you believe, even if that changes later, even when it hurts, that's usually when you learn the most. Love hard even if no-one will Love you back the same, because Love is a gift to be given and not something that can be taken. It is precious, but don't ever let anyone use it against you either. Don't let anyone stop you from feeling because they can't or won't. Don't let anyone or anything snuff out your personal flame,because it happens too much, people do watch, no matter if you think so or not. Let them see you. Go people watching, you can learn a lot from stranger's, one of them may have learned something from you, even if it was a smile showing there are friendly people, or opening a door for someone and maybe someone watching had hope that common courtesy still exists. Everything counts even if it isn't acknowledged. Do things because you want to,Because it's who you are. Maybe you aren't a big smile, I'm not. Maybe you aren't a door opener,we are all different. We all have something to teach and something to learn and all we have to do is be ourselves. 

8:17 am

My parents still aren't home.

This isn't like them. No calls, nothing! I barely slept. I've been waiting up all night! I'm tired,but couldn't sleep. 

I went from angry to upset, angry again, now I'm just really worried.Grace (my new babysitter) has been trying to call all morning. last night she said that it was their Anniversary,maybe they just didn't want the night to end and got a motel or something.I wanted to believe that, but why wouldn't they call? I can tell she's worried now too. To top everything off the power went out this morning, and cell phone service is terrible out here in the country. 

10:23am

Grace is really stressed now,so am I. She offered to make me a sandwhich,but I wasn't hungry.I dunno how long the power will be out, hopefully all our food won't spoil like last time.So far everytime Grace has tried to call my mom and dad she's gotten voicemail, this last time she said their phone must be dead. She has been outside again,trying to get a decent signal,but to call the police this time.I'm scared, what if they got into a wreck? I hope the police can help.Mostly,I just hope they're ok.

11:45am

Grace couldn't get ahold of the police. She said she can't get ahold of anyone. All the land-line numbers aren't working and no answers from anyone else.I guess the power is out a lot of places. I don't know what to do, or think.I dunno if Grace does either.We are kinda stuck.She had asked my parent's to give her a ride to babysit since her car was in the shop. She said I should probably try to get some rest. I am really tired. Maybe my mom and dad will be here when I wake up.

4:13pm

I got up and made myself a sandwich. I didn't see Grace ,so I figured she was outside somewhere trying to make calls.That was an hour ago. I went out and called for her but no answer. I don't understand. Why would she leave me? Where would she even go? Did someone pick her up while I  was asleep? My head is spinning. I feel like all I have right now is this stupid diary! I need to calm down for a minute,maybe I'm overreacting. I'll look again. She was pretty tired too, maybe she is asleep in one of the other rooms. 

5:33pm

She wasn't in any of the rooms. I went outside for some air and I heard something.I ran towards the noise calling, almost crying her name... That's when I saw it, it all makes sense now. I saw her,what was left of her. That's what stopped me. There was someone else though, about twenty feet from her,at least I thought it was someone, till it turned it's head towards me. I can't get it out of my head. Those dead careless eyes,the blood,the raspy growling. I ran back. I'm locked in.I know now why they didn't come back. They aren't going to.noone is coming for me, except that thing, that thing wearing my dads jacket... I know it's coming for me...

Heather Hughes 

Everywhere I go I see little broken pieces of me. I try to pick them up if I can, but sometimes I have to leave them where they stand. Those are the ones that leave the scars. The ones who've locked themselves behind bars. The unforgettable parts, the necessary, unattainable shards of heart. I continue to gather the pieces to this puzzle,you see, you're one of the pieces too,like me.  I sit and look at the big picture, and even with the missing parts it's a noteworthy fixture, because you can tell it all goes together, That at one time it was better. That there is a place for each one no matter how different they are. No matter how separate , or lost afar. We are all Fragments of one whole. A whole that is Fragmented. 

I turn, as if in slow motion. Awareness smacking me in the face ever so quickly in the midst of it all. Goosebumps run up my arms, as my heart races ,my spirit sinks, and the tears begin to sting my eyes. My face is hot and my stomach tenses as I try to swallow the pain. I can taste the blood as I clench my teeth. I wanna fall to my knees. I wanna pretend I'm still unaware, but I can't.

Reality found its way, so I turn, as if in slow motion, but it was just a flicker. 

Heather Hughes

I stare, lost in those pulsating eyes,

Hurt, scattered, yet very much alive. 

I can almost  hear the wolves howl.

I see a new wound open as another heals now.

The tears bring out my blue-gray eyes, 

If I could only quit staring into the black,my demise.

Flashes, wet and fallen eyelashes,

Blood red whites and restless nights.

Determination, to spite it all,

I am here, I hear that call.

Heather Hughes. 

It seemed we both had a dream...

Stars in our eyes ,we synchronized.

it seemed we were dancing to the same tune.

I didn't see the doom.. 

I screamed and I fought as all the shadows appeared. It was more the sting in my eyes than the death that I feared. It is I that wished to dance, you wished to write an ugly song. I was blinded from the truth for far too long.

I have awoken and I am in Hell... 

No, we are together,but you're just a shell. 

It seemed we both had a nightmare...

Heather Hughes 

There's the sky why dont you fly? they've clipped my wings of all the things. There's the night go shine your light. It's been dimmed out they've shown me doubt. There's a race,wont you run? I've lost sight of goals, they've shown me fun. There's a torn spirit,wont you reach out? I wish that I could, but mines so worn out . . . 

 by: Heather Hughes

Im crying,Im changing,Im dying inside,my soul I am slaying,my feelings I hide.Break down my walls and save me I shout!But nobody hears me,they'll not help me out.Im disappearing,Im foreign,my mind has a mind of its own,even on the inside I can't feel at home.Someone preserve me,make it alright,don't leave me alone in the darkness tonight.Im sick,Im weak,my body is weary,my burdens are heavy,my eyes they are teary.There's no doctor inside try and fix it myself,soo much time this does take,but there's nobody else.Im trying,Im failing,my spirit is worn,on the outside Im fine,on the inside Im torn.Does noone care enough to see what's behind these walls I've built for me?I've gotten tired of waiting,tried meeting half way,but Im back at the bottom the end of each day.If noone cares,then why should I?Is it behind my walls that I shall die?

 by: Heather Hughes