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[aid] => mick
[title] => I'll forever hate you
[time] => 2004-12-04 10:45:01
[hometext] => I had this dream the other night...I didn't think I could write it in a poem, but i did...I hope you get the same shock I got
[bodytext] => Giggling down the stairs of the lighthouse Having so much fun Laughing so much Ive got a stitch As down the steps we run Jess and Rosie are in front of me But I cannot let them win So I push them over and sprint down With a big juicy grin I get to the bottom of the house To the post, the finishing line Theres no-one else there but me YES! The title is finally mine! Upstairs I heard a scream 'That must be Rosie' I thought She always gets angry when beaten 'Shes so spoilt' I thought For the next 5 minutes I kept hearing screams 'She must be having a tantrum' I decided 'I don't wanna go up, in case she hits me So I'll wait til its all subsided' I waited for a couple of minutes I was getting so bored I shouted 'Are you done yet?!?!' But she started screaming more and more 'Ok' I thought 'I'll leave them to it 'I'll wait down here a bit longer' Suddenly I heard another scream added And the noise level got stronger 'Jess' probably getting frustrated' I assumed that was true I thought about going up to help But thought 'what good would it do?' I stayed downstairs for a while longer I was really angry by now The screams were becoming louder and shriller The joke wasnt funny now I stomped up the stairs, absolutely raging 'They are gonna get it' I said I heard the screams coming from inside a door I slammed it open. 'WILL YOU ST-...' I stopped dead I was standing in a shaggy room The walls and carpets were faded red There was nothing else really in the room Apart from a red and white bed... I saw them both sprawled on the bed And a man was lying on Jess I don't know what he was doing I could hear the squeak of the mattress He turned around to look at me He smiled at me and said: 'Come to watch the show?' He laughed as Jess bled I didn't know what to say I smiled an awkward smile I didn't know what he was doing But thought I might as well stay a while I watched as he moved up and down I watched as she screamed I watched as Rosie cried I watched as he beamed I watched as Rosie tried to move I watched as the blood spread I watched as Jess shouted for me But I couldnt move; I was shocked dead I didn't know what he was doing But I knew something was wrong I tried to think of what it was But he stopped just before long He got off of Jess And rolled off the bed He pulled his pants up 'I had a good time' he said He did up his belt And set towards the door He chuckled then turned round To cry 'Goodbye my little whores' When he came up to me He put his finger to his mouth 'Dont tell a soul, promise?' And slid past me to go out Only then did I realise what he'd done I tried to scream but nothing came out He tried to hurt my two best friends I wanted to run after him and shout But I couldn't move or do anything All I could do was look straight ahead Emotions exploding inside me The events replaying in my head Rosie and Jess were lying there All they could do was cry I wished that I could make it better But I can't; even if I try ...I woke up, finding myself crying and screaming Jess and Rosie were only eight I then knew that day would haunt me forever That day I'll forever hate [comments] => 3 [counter] => 515 [topic] => 31 [informant] => Kitty_cat [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => StoryPoetry )
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