I 爱情 my mum. 更多 than anything but my dad has always been my favourite. It’s not that I 爱情 him 更多 than mum but he’s fun and understanding, he has wonderful 建议 and awful jokes. Two weeks ago, dad left. He left mum. He left me. Mum’s sad. She’s not up to much lately. I know she’s angry at him for leaving but she misses him. She’s unhappy and lonely.
Dad talked to me before he went. He told me to study hard, stay healthy and enjoy my life. He made me promise to look after mum. I think he’d be disappointed in me if he heard her crying at night. I feel terrible for not helping her feel better but I cant. How can I make mum feel better if I don’t feel better? Like mum, I spend most of my time in my room- sleeping, thinking, crying. I don’t cry as much as her anymore and I think, maybe, that’s worse.
For the first few days without dad, I couldn’t do anything but cry. My eyes were constantly red and puffy, I was so angry at dad. How could he leave us like this? Used tissues littered the floor around my over-flowing bin. Neither of us did anything for those days. We did eat, we didn’t talk, we hardly moved. The phone rand a lot but no-one answered it.
The house has changed; it used to be buzzing with activity, sunshine filled the rooms and dad played his ACDC albums every night. Now it’s empty, dull, miserable. We both stick to our bedrooms mostly, the kitchen, the bathroom at the back of the house. We’d have to walk past dad’s study to get to the main bathroom. Neither of us can do that. He spent a lot of time in there.
I’ve tried talking to mum a few times. I guess she’s not ready for a conversation. I got her to eat a piece of 烤面包, 吐司 this morning. She’s been eating reasonably well but I’m still worried about her like she’d stop easting as soon as I turn my back on her. Maybe I should be 更多 worried about me. I try to eat but nothing tastes good anymore. My 下一个 goal is to get mum out of her bedroom, at least onto the couch. Not yet, but soon. When she’s ready. Baby steps. I miss mum.
I used to tell her my problems, she was a good listener. I can’t do that now. She’s not coping without dad. I need to be strong for her. Maybe this is how it will be forever.
I’ve found an escape. Dad’s study. I go there during the 日 while mum’s in her room. I can close my eyes and pretend he’s sitting on the chair behind his desk. He came back after realising the way he left us and now he’s booking a 表 at that restaurant mum loves. He’s forgiven me for not looking after mum properly, he knows it was hard. He’s apologised and mum’s laughing like she did before. I’ll be eating properly again and we’ll be happy. Like before.
If dad really was here he’d know how to make me happy. He’d make me eat again. It would be okay. Everything would be okay. I really wish dad would come back to us. Mum gets 更多 and 更多 depressed everyday. I can barely look at her. Dad would make her get out of bed, he’d make her get dressed and go to a doctor. They give out pills for depression. They could help her. Dad would know how to get those. He’d take a look at the empty cupboards and help me 商店 for food. I miss him so much.
When the study gets too depressing I go back to my room each time promising myself I’d go for a walk. Last year, a girl in my class 迷失 her brother in a car accident. They were really close. She got really depressed and one 日 she jumped off the same bridge his car crashed on. I don’t ever want to be that way. Her 老友记 and family were so sad. I’m scared that if I stay in the house any longer I might get that way. So I promise myself I’m going for a walk tomorrow.
It’s been two weeks without dad. I stay in 床, 床上 for a while after I wake up. I can 心 mum in the 厨房 but I’m not hungry. I get up and drag my blanket into dad’s study. I spend a lot 更多 time in here than I used to but I’m also walking like I promised myself I would. I sit on the lounge hugging my legs. The cushions still smell like him so I close my eyes and wonder when I’ll stop feeling like this, everything reminds me of him. There’s a knock on the door but I keep my eyes closed. I feel the cushions 下一个 to me sink and I open my eyes to see my mum sitting 下一个 to me. She’s looking around as thought she’s never been in here before. We sit like this for a while. Her looking around, me looking at her. She doesn’t say anything, I don’t expect her to. Too soon after, she gets up and walks out. I stay only long enough to fix the cushions the way dad liked them before I go back to my room.
It takes me half an 小时 to shove on some clothes and brush my teeth/ I meet mum in the hall. She’s dressed today, in a simple 短裙, 裙子 and a 衬衫 dad claimed as his favourite. She hasn’t bothered with makeup but she grabs a pair of black sunnies to hide her red, swollen eyes. We head to the car and are driving away. The car is silent. Mum still isn’t talking. She’s still depressed and a 短裙, 裙子 and sunnies won’t change that. When we get there we take our seats in the front row. “We are gathered here today to remember the life of a loving father, adoring husband and caring son.”
The priest at the front says. I wasn’t really listening; I was thinking I heard parts of the speeches though.
‘Miss him…always remembered…beautiful wife and daughter…very sick”
It went on. People cried and quiet sobs sounded from every corner of the packed church. My father’s funeral was simple and elegant. There were 更多 people there than I could ever imagine, I hardly noticed it, I spent the whole time 由 my mothers side, in case she needed me. At the end when people started leaving my mum spoke to me for the first time in two weeks. “I 爱情 你 and I’m sorry for being so sad. It’s just us now; we’re going to look after each other. I’ll start cooking again if 你 start eating again. We’re going to talk and clean and shop. I 爱情 you.”
Tears roll down my cheeks. It will be okay, everything will be okay.
“I 爱情 你 mum, 更多 than anything.”
Dad talked to me before he went. He told me to study hard, stay healthy and enjoy my life. He made me promise to look after mum. I think he’d be disappointed in me if he heard her crying at night. I feel terrible for not helping her feel better but I cant. How can I make mum feel better if I don’t feel better? Like mum, I spend most of my time in my room- sleeping, thinking, crying. I don’t cry as much as her anymore and I think, maybe, that’s worse.
For the first few days without dad, I couldn’t do anything but cry. My eyes were constantly red and puffy, I was so angry at dad. How could he leave us like this? Used tissues littered the floor around my over-flowing bin. Neither of us did anything for those days. We did eat, we didn’t talk, we hardly moved. The phone rand a lot but no-one answered it.
The house has changed; it used to be buzzing with activity, sunshine filled the rooms and dad played his ACDC albums every night. Now it’s empty, dull, miserable. We both stick to our bedrooms mostly, the kitchen, the bathroom at the back of the house. We’d have to walk past dad’s study to get to the main bathroom. Neither of us can do that. He spent a lot of time in there.
I’ve tried talking to mum a few times. I guess she’s not ready for a conversation. I got her to eat a piece of 烤面包, 吐司 this morning. She’s been eating reasonably well but I’m still worried about her like she’d stop easting as soon as I turn my back on her. Maybe I should be 更多 worried about me. I try to eat but nothing tastes good anymore. My 下一个 goal is to get mum out of her bedroom, at least onto the couch. Not yet, but soon. When she’s ready. Baby steps. I miss mum.
I used to tell her my problems, she was a good listener. I can’t do that now. She’s not coping without dad. I need to be strong for her. Maybe this is how it will be forever.
I’ve found an escape. Dad’s study. I go there during the 日 while mum’s in her room. I can close my eyes and pretend he’s sitting on the chair behind his desk. He came back after realising the way he left us and now he’s booking a 表 at that restaurant mum loves. He’s forgiven me for not looking after mum properly, he knows it was hard. He’s apologised and mum’s laughing like she did before. I’ll be eating properly again and we’ll be happy. Like before.
If dad really was here he’d know how to make me happy. He’d make me eat again. It would be okay. Everything would be okay. I really wish dad would come back to us. Mum gets 更多 and 更多 depressed everyday. I can barely look at her. Dad would make her get out of bed, he’d make her get dressed and go to a doctor. They give out pills for depression. They could help her. Dad would know how to get those. He’d take a look at the empty cupboards and help me 商店 for food. I miss him so much.
When the study gets too depressing I go back to my room each time promising myself I’d go for a walk. Last year, a girl in my class 迷失 her brother in a car accident. They were really close. She got really depressed and one 日 she jumped off the same bridge his car crashed on. I don’t ever want to be that way. Her 老友记 and family were so sad. I’m scared that if I stay in the house any longer I might get that way. So I promise myself I’m going for a walk tomorrow.
It’s been two weeks without dad. I stay in 床, 床上 for a while after I wake up. I can 心 mum in the 厨房 but I’m not hungry. I get up and drag my blanket into dad’s study. I spend a lot 更多 time in here than I used to but I’m also walking like I promised myself I would. I sit on the lounge hugging my legs. The cushions still smell like him so I close my eyes and wonder when I’ll stop feeling like this, everything reminds me of him. There’s a knock on the door but I keep my eyes closed. I feel the cushions 下一个 to me sink and I open my eyes to see my mum sitting 下一个 to me. She’s looking around as thought she’s never been in here before. We sit like this for a while. Her looking around, me looking at her. She doesn’t say anything, I don’t expect her to. Too soon after, she gets up and walks out. I stay only long enough to fix the cushions the way dad liked them before I go back to my room.
It takes me half an 小时 to shove on some clothes and brush my teeth/ I meet mum in the hall. She’s dressed today, in a simple 短裙, 裙子 and a 衬衫 dad claimed as his favourite. She hasn’t bothered with makeup but she grabs a pair of black sunnies to hide her red, swollen eyes. We head to the car and are driving away. The car is silent. Mum still isn’t talking. She’s still depressed and a 短裙, 裙子 and sunnies won’t change that. When we get there we take our seats in the front row. “We are gathered here today to remember the life of a loving father, adoring husband and caring son.”
The priest at the front says. I wasn’t really listening; I was thinking I heard parts of the speeches though.
‘Miss him…always remembered…beautiful wife and daughter…very sick”
It went on. People cried and quiet sobs sounded from every corner of the packed church. My father’s funeral was simple and elegant. There were 更多 people there than I could ever imagine, I hardly noticed it, I spent the whole time 由 my mothers side, in case she needed me. At the end when people started leaving my mum spoke to me for the first time in two weeks. “I 爱情 你 and I’m sorry for being so sad. It’s just us now; we’re going to look after each other. I’ll start cooking again if 你 start eating again. We’re going to talk and clean and shop. I 爱情 you.”
Tears roll down my cheeks. It will be okay, everything will be okay.
“I 爱情 你 mum, 更多 than anything.”
When hate is in your heart
Don’t be afraid to tear yourself apart
Through your demonic fear
Until 你 hear
The 天使 sing
Thy blessing
When 你 hear heaven’s
Yell 你 wonder if the seven
Of sins were committed
It was 你 who committed them
And 你 wil burn for sin
你 are consumed 由 wretched flames
And through everyones aims
你 are never hit
Nor bit
由 the 火, 消防 consuming you
Screams from hell
Sound like ringing from a bell
Things of silence
Are really screams
People of benevolence
Have bright beams
Of hope and light
你 are consumed 由 wretched flames
And through everyones aims
你 are never hit
Nor bit
由 the 火, 消防 consuming you
We are listening
We aren’t missing
We know what lies within
So raise your chin
Look at the world with your pessimistic gleam
And seem
All so picture perfect
Don’t be afraid to tear yourself apart
Through your demonic fear
Until 你 hear
The 天使 sing
Thy blessing
When 你 hear heaven’s
Yell 你 wonder if the seven
Of sins were committed
It was 你 who committed them
And 你 wil burn for sin
你 are consumed 由 wretched flames
And through everyones aims
你 are never hit
Nor bit
由 the 火, 消防 consuming you
Screams from hell
Sound like ringing from a bell
Things of silence
Are really screams
People of benevolence
Have bright beams
Of hope and light
你 are consumed 由 wretched flames
And through everyones aims
你 are never hit
Nor bit
由 the 火, 消防 consuming you
We are listening
We aren’t missing
We know what lies within
So raise your chin
Look at the world with your pessimistic gleam
And seem
All so picture perfect
How are the winners determined from the losers? Easy. Whoever gave in first.
And if no one gives in?
Giving in is often easier. But not the desirable choice.
Taylor tapped the glass coated floor. The tiny black droplet that bloomed on her forefinger fell with a soft plink on a 三角形, 三角 of glass below.
Taylor cautiously lifted the shard to the light. There it was. A small stain, barely the size of a pinhead, darkening the glass.
That's all I am. Just a flaw on an otherwise clear surface.
Just a flaw. A mistake that was never meant to be.
"I'm leaving," Taylor muttered to herself, getting back to her feet. She strode towards the corner, vanishing just as soon as the shadow fell over to embrace her slight form.
She closed her eyes and felt the end of her plait, fumbling with it until wove free.
She knew where she was going, if only this once.
But when she got there? She hadn't thought that far.
And if no one gives in?
Giving in is often easier. But not the desirable choice.
Taylor tapped the glass coated floor. The tiny black droplet that bloomed on her forefinger fell with a soft plink on a 三角形, 三角 of glass below.
Taylor cautiously lifted the shard to the light. There it was. A small stain, barely the size of a pinhead, darkening the glass.
That's all I am. Just a flaw on an otherwise clear surface.
Just a flaw. A mistake that was never meant to be.
"I'm leaving," Taylor muttered to herself, getting back to her feet. She strode towards the corner, vanishing just as soon as the shadow fell over to embrace her slight form.
She closed her eyes and felt the end of her plait, fumbling with it until wove free.
She knew where she was going, if only this once.
But when she got there? She hadn't thought that far.
Blood Bound plot. No it is not cute, it’s not simple; it’s pessimist and frightful. The story is suggestive of Rosemary’s Baby, which does not seem accidental.
It is 2019, and we’re still exploring age-old subjects like Wicca, human sacrifice and sects. Somehow, those subgenres stand the test of time. Horror stories built around pregnancy never get old either, for obvious reasons. As saturated as these themes may be, in horror cinema these days, Blood Bound manages to impress and surprise. It’s its own thing.
I felt them start to build up
As soon as I saw him
I put on a happy face for my mom
Because she doesn’t know
That he broke my heart
She didn’t know that I balled my eyes out
She hasn’t realized that I’ve withdrawn
He says he wants us to be friends
I could barely hold them back
He asked if I understood
And I do
But that doesn’t stop the pain and anger
I blink back the tears
And realize that I was starting to put a shield up
My shield of anger
I feel the tears
As I pray
That God will help me this time
So I don’t isolate myself again
And don’t lose myself
Tears……
They come and I can’t stop them
I hate them
They are a weakness
and I can’t stop them
As soon as I saw him
I put on a happy face for my mom
Because she doesn’t know
That he broke my heart
She didn’t know that I balled my eyes out
She hasn’t realized that I’ve withdrawn
He says he wants us to be friends
I could barely hold them back
He asked if I understood
And I do
But that doesn’t stop the pain and anger
I blink back the tears
And realize that I was starting to put a shield up
My shield of anger
I feel the tears
As I pray
That God will help me this time
So I don’t isolate myself again
And don’t lose myself
Tears……
They come and I can’t stop them
I hate them
They are a weakness
and I can’t stop them