Restless

I had never seen my father behave the way he behaved that night. Frantic desperation vibrated through his fingertips and tone of voice. He rushed around the house, muttering to himself and throwing prized possessions on the floor in search of something apparently far more important. When Tony, my younger brother, or I asked what was wrong, he merely held up his hand and murmured a cold, "Later."

I looked down to Tony and took his hand, assuring him that everything would be alright, despite the thudding panic of my own thoughts. Dad never left us in the dark about anything, yet a looming cloud of black terror surrounded our small home with such a potency my young, ten-year-old mind had never begun to imagine.

Finally, my father found a large envelope behind a painting that had been precariously placed on the cream-colored wall of the living room, and he stuffed it into my backpack, taking my brother and I roughly by the shoulders and ushering us out of the house. "C'mon, kids, we've gotta go away for a while," he briskly explained, unlocking the car and helping Tony into the backseat.

I, being the older child, was privileged to sit beside Dad in the passenger's seat, and so I threw my backpack on the floor of the car and hopped up into the seat, quickly situating myself and buckling my seatbelt. My father rushed to the driver's side after Tony was secure, turned on the car, and then jolted backward out of the driveway, which caused my brother and I to lurch forward and the seatbelts to catch our small bodies from flying out of the seats. The car zoomed out of the neighborhood, throwing us headfirst into the proverbial shadow and uncertainty of night.

w00t!

I got my driver's license. FINALLY.

If I didn't get it before I turned seventeen, I would probably shoot myself. XP

Maybe not. But hyperboles are a common symptom of teenage angst. So there you go.

I'm really happy. Now I can just say Yo. I'm headin' out. And then my mom will be like Where are you going? And I'll be like Um... Wal-Mart. And then she'll be like Okay. And then I can do whatever I want for the next hour or so. Hahahahaha.

It's so late. It's 2:39 AM. Ugggh. I'm not even tired, though. I'm extremely hyper, actually. XP

My room is really, really messy.

So... I have no idea what I'm going to do for my birthday...

This is quite a crisis. I usually know what I'm doing half a year in advance.

But now... it's only in two months! Less than, even! Egads!

I should have a top hat party. So everyone will come in a top hat. That would be so badass.

I should probably. Y'know. Go to bed or something. I dunno.

Mental Imagination

Some nights, I welcome you into my sleep
Craving your attention and comfort.
I even beg you to stay a little longer
Wishing to never wake.

Unfortunately, these nights are rare.

Other nights, I scream in horror
Pleading endless mercy as you haunt me through the night.
Eventually I wake in a cold sweat
Relieved that day has come.

Unfortunately, these nights are common.

But you're still in my dreams.
And my obsession continues on;
Relishing any memory of you.

Most of the time,
I don’t mind the pain these memories inflict upon my heart.
Most of the time,
I’m just happy that I can remember.
Then again,
Most of the time,
I actually believe you exist.

- Hannah Nielesen


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Little sister, I know you’re there.
You reach out to me only to jerk away at my touch.
Through the dark tangles of midnight,
I see your pale skin bleed saltwater

The moonlight captures my translucent form
And I delve into your sleeping mind
To try for a connection

Your illusion speaks
Through the darkness in whispers
Of an enchanting void
That you need to forget about to survive

Coils of deception sever all ties

I wish you could really see me, little sister
I wish you could really handle what I’ve become
But, instead, I satisfy by watching you dream
And then watching as it fades
And then watching you wake in a breathy gasp

They tell you I was never real
How terribly wrong they are

You’re the only one
That refuses to refute the truth
And therefore
The only one I can depend on
Despite that you think you’re going mad

- Me

Hello, there!

My name is Katie-Anne and this is my blog. :D

I'll basically just update about my life and probably write a lot, so... yay! Nothing to talk about!

Right now, I'm dating a guy named Brian and we've been dating for eight months as of yesterday. :D It's greatness. I'm going into my junior year of high school, and I'm turning seventeen in a couple months.

D: I need birthday party ideas. Comment!


- Katie-Anne