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I think he would have been okay... He would have gone on to do better things.  Whatever it was he wanted to do. He would have found the girl of his dreams and settled down with a family eventually. We wouldn't all hurt and still wonder if he really was in a better place. I would still see him everyday. See him smile and watch him go out of his way to say hello to me. But I don't and I feel like a giant hole has replaced something that is now missing from my life. It's been almost a year and I still wonder... What would things be like, If he hadn't put a bullet in his brain?

  If I were a boy, would I get called a gentlemen instead of an insult?  Would I still get the uncomfortable looks at the mention that I don't date men?    Would I be popular with girls instead of being just friends?  Able to express my feelings freely without fear of hatred and rejection?  Could I ask a special girl to prom in a grand way instead of in hidden secret?  Could I date a girl without having to hide it from her parents?  Would people hate me for no reason, but to hate?  Would I be praised among my male peers for knowing how to woo a woman just the right way?  Would my father talk to me about girls, instead of changing the subj

  I closed the door to the hotel room and slung my bag off of my left shoulder before throwing it aside.  I was exhausted, I had been running for so long.  I had witnessed so many gruesome deaths to those that didn't deserve it.  I turned around and sat down on the bed, slumping over and resting my head in my hands.  For a moment I was able to relax.  As I sat there, I ran through my journey in my head, how scientist had revived creatures extinct and gone for so long.  At first, everyone was filled with wonder, awe, and excitement, even I had felt that way, but now I had a change of heart.  Now I see that I had been blindsided by the splen

  I hadn't slept well in days, I was to afraid to fall asleep and when I did, my sleep was restless and disturbed.  He haunted me, even when I had never laid eyes on him in person.  So I laid awake, watching the tall, white door until exhaustion forced my eyes to close.  My eyes opened and I jumped as I heard the horrible noise of the door slowly creaking open, my hazed mind tried to calm me, telling me it was only my mother.  I calmed and turned to the door.  My calm and light feeling left me as soon as I laid eyes on his faceless head.  The white skin that stood out against the black soot he wore.  My heart pounded in my chest, pushing a

   She'll leave you breathless, her beauty will overcome you, like a tidal wave.  You become a rag doll in the dark water, being tossed and turned until you don't know which way the surface is, and when you finally are about to give in and accept the fact that you're going to drown, you'll break through the surface of the water and take in the deep breath that feel's so sweet in your lungs.   Her pale skin will fill you with a chill that is welcomed, the kind of cold feeling that makes you fantasize about being wrapped in a blanket and a pair of arms while sitting by an ever dimming fire.   Her position as she lies in the snow, will be brok