True to me.

I cannot stand to hear your name,
I cannot bear witness to your gains.

You were the best thing ever,
only to leave me, now and forever.

We were the best of friends,
it was our way, how we broke the trends.

We shared and shed our tears.
Whilst fighting away our deepest fears.

Even from a distance our friendship took,
it was just friendship, but we were hooked.

Many hours and days talking together we spent,
Only to find your no further need to vent.

Silence from you was all I heard,
There was no communication, not a single word.

Betrayal was all that I could see.
For no consideration was given to me.

You left me behind with no explanation,
With my thoughts, and no destination.

We have never spoke, even to this day,
its been so long now, only 4 months away.

My feelings now mixed with regret,
I’m nothing, just hollowed and upset.

Someone came before your leaving,
they are truthful, never deceiving.

Now I feel nothing more than great debt,
for the one who brought light to my silhouette.

Forever grateful I shall be.
To the one who was true to me.

- Roaring Fox Stories

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True to me.

I cannot stand to hear your name,
I cannot bear witness to your gains.

You were the best thing ever,
only to leave me, now and forever.

We were the best of friends,
it was our way, how we broke the trends.

We shared and shed our tears.
Whilst fighting away our deepest fears.

Even from our distance our friendship took,
it was just friendship, but we were hooked.

Many hours and days talking together we spent,
Only to find your no further need to vent.

Silence from you was all I heard,
There was no communication, not even a word.

Betrayal was all that I could see.
For no consideration was given to me.

You left me behind with no explanation,
With my thoughts, and no destination.

We have never spoke, even to this day,
its been so long now, only 4 months away.

My feelings now mixed with regret,
I’m nothing, just hollowed and upset.

Someone came before your leaving,
they are truthful, never deceiving.

Now I feel nothing more than great debt,
for the one who brought light to my silhouette.

Forever grateful I shall be.
To the one who was true to me.

- Roaring Fox.

(Source: roaringfox)

Movie Night

We sat on opposite sides of the couch, our socks touching each others, enough to know they were there.

The light from the television flickering, soft voices emerging from the speakers.

The characters; out of breath, hiding, revealing the previously hidden affection for each other, the final moments of their lives upon them as the murderer approached behind them, the violins in the background creating tension putting my hair on edge. Held in each others arms their eyes attempt to pierce the darkness, in a futile attempt to ensure their safety from harm.

The violin reaches its climatic point the shadow of the killer crossing the backs of the pair, oblivious to his intentions despite the messages that were yelled at the television by us.

The glint of the blade against the darkness, reflected off the light of a nearby street lamp, reaching the eyes of the now horrified, young girl. She turns at the last moment as the blade is brought down.

The room goes black.

I feel his foot move, his voice emerges from the darkness “What the…” A flash of light and a crack of thunder fills the room with vibrations, interrupting him before he could finish.

I jump with the vibrations, the lower half of my body swivelling off the couch, my feet seeking the floor to find their bearings; only to connect with the coffee table.

This time there were no claps of thunder to cover the words which should never have passed my lips: …“Shoot”.
“Emma!”
“What!?”
“I never thought I’d hear you say that!”
“You know, it’s a good thing my eyes have grown accustomed to the darkness…”
“Why’s that?”
“Because I can do this.” Laughing as I push him off the couch.

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Realisation struck her eyes, widening immediately. As she shook Charlotte’s arm to rouse her.

Oh shit Charlie, its all bloody. Lie down, let me get a nurse!

I did feel woozy all of a sudden, and wondered for a second why i everything had turned sideways.

Who flicked off the lights?…

The next few weeks were a blur, all I remember was Mel constantly by my side, often just sitting in the couch at the foot of my bed, reading, writing or just watching me. She hardly ever moved, as far as I know, i blacked out often, sometimes more than 5 or 6 times a day, doctors and nurses coming and going, even Chris was out of the hospital before me, him and Charlotte often coming to visit me.

I wasn’t the best of company, my doctor told me I had an accelerated healing process, a genetic gift from my parents. One of which left me tired and prone to blackouts, however, the injuries i sustained were meant to have killed me, well… killed me permanently. 

Three weeks had passed since the accident, all that was plaguing my mind was that out of body experience. I hadn’t mentioned it to anyone but Mel, I was afraid of what the doctors would think.

I had to be knocked out to get to my apartment, as to avoid trigger memories whilst travelling in the car. The doctor suggested I wait three weeks until I do so again. 

Lying on the bed, my arms wrapped around Mel as she slept softly. Her breathing slow, unburdened, she shuffled her body closer to mine, filling up the gaps. I moved my hand to pull her hair back, rubbing it softly against her neck, watching her eyes flutter as she entered REM sleep, dreaming of the wondrous alternate reality her mind created.

I whispered something in her ear, she stirred, her eyes still closed, she moved around, reaching for my hand, clasping it she held on tight. Her fingers interlocking with mine, as she whispered.

Just fall asleep with me.

-Roaring Fox

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The plea

Sitting on the leather bound couch, sniffing into a tissue, crying my soul out to the world, only to be heard by the man intent on monetary motivation.

And how does that make you feel? He asks bored, she’s just another cash source to him, she’s nothing to him, he doesn’t care.

I tell him my story and receive only blank stares, he’s not looking at me, he’s looking to the billboard behind him, the latest advert for the new range of lingerie released to the public by Victoria’s Secret.

The ring on his finger glinting in the sunlight drawn from the skylight above. He wasn’t even aware what i was saying.

I just can’t stand how people can just sit there and not listen to me, even when they pretend to…

Yes people do that, go on. He says in an automated response, his voice monotone, his scribbling making circular motions clearly outlining what he saw on the billboard behind me.

I brush my hair behind my ears, my eyes noticing the scars that lined the my wrist, they blared at me, glowing white as if a painful reminder of what was to come in my moments of solitude.

He stands up, pacing, his words drowned out by my thoughts of disgust, if he wouldn’t listen, who would.

The scars glowed hot again, my throat aching from the early morning purge. I was no one, no one. My tears running in a constant stream down my face, i couldn’t help it, i had no one, what could i possibly do.

Random sentences emerged through the psychologist’s rant. It will get to you.

… They cannot help it, they cannot help you, but i know something that can.

He got out his prescription pad, scribbling the words of a pharmaceutical drug, the name appearing all over his desk i noted as i stood up to take the prescription, letters of thanks for his avid support for their sales.

I sniffed back the rest of my soul, and heart, what was left of it. And exited alone, without the warmth of love, consideration, nor care that others would share with me.

Why wouldn’t anyone care for me, all i wanted was the love from someone.

This was nothing out of the ordinary. As i exited the lobby i sat down on the side walk without a care for anything, but my wrenched heart despite the large volumes of traffic rushing past me. I brushed my hair back in a weak attempt to calm it against the rush of wind that passed me with every vehicle, the scars there again, in front of me, a harsh reminder of reality. 

What would happen if i lent forward just that little bit, tipping me closer to the edge.

Who would care about me.

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This is a story dedicated to all of those who go through this, there is help out there, i’m not talking about the professional kind, there is always someone concerned for your well being, even strangers.

If you need to talk, talk, find someone.

Even me.

-Roaring Fox