Why would anyone want to leave? (Open)

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There were things that she did not understand, how it seemed that the females in this family seemed to die more often than the males. Was that a pre-determined fate? Was she going to die as well before the men in her life? She thought about her Father, about her Uncle, about her Cousin, perhaps it would be better if it was her to go before them. She knew that with each loss of family, she lost a little of who she was to what she was. When her Aunt had died, she drowned in grief, not only her own, but her Cousin’s, her Uncle’s as well, she might not have been blood, but she was family regardless and she felt like she would die right along with her. She was walking through the woods because there were not many wooded areas or even forests in Los Angeles, she was staring up at the night sky, she chose to go at night due to the fact at how surreal it seemed to her.

There was a certain peace within in the woods, but she also kept hearing things, noises that most humans could not hear, as she stepped over a log, she was being careful but at the same time going deeper into the woods, turning around a bit, walking backwards. It was beautiful to her, dangerous in a sense, it was a rush for her, as she turned once more, and she brushed her fingertips along the bark of a tree or two. Her eyes were blue and glowing softly in the darkness, as a few strands of her bright pink hair fell into her eyes a bit. She started to move quicker through the woods, quite liking the crisp and fresh air. She could not sleep in this town, having not grown used to it yet, she had been here only a few days though, it was so quiet, she was used to noise, to cars honking, to screaming, shouting in the streets, to lights everywhere.

She had sneaked out of the house by cover of darkness, and the fact that she simply could not sleep, what else was she supposed to do? Besides, she wanted to explore the nature that surrounded the town it seemed like, as she started to walk a bit faster, she heard noises get louder, she was close to something, but she did not know what, she wanted to find out though, hell, she needed to find out, she always had a curious nature. She came up towards lands that went up, rocks leading up, as she climbed the rocks, she came to a clearing, more of a cliff, and she stood there, glancing over the wooded area and beyond it, the stars scattered across the night sky. ”Wow.” She spoke in awe at the beauty and splendor of this place, and she wondered why in the hell her Dad ever left it…

TAGS: OPEN, WORDS: 490, WEARING: THIS, NOTES: BLAH BLAH, I CAN TYPE MORE USUALLY.
TEMPLATE BY HAY SHAY ! AT CAUTION AND LYRICS BY KESHA

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It's only half past the point of no return
The tip of the iceberg.

Stiles looked around his room, one arm folded back behind his head as he stared up at the ceiling. He honestly couldn’t sleep, and he knew it was most likely because of the dreams he was bound to have if he did sleep. He was so tired lately, but no one realized that because he was always energetic no matter what. And that was okay. He didn’t really want anyone really asking him about it, because then he’d have to explain everything, and he just didn’t feel like it in the slightest. He sighed and rolled over yet again, laying with his head on his folded arm as he stared at his wall and door. Honestly, he didn’t understand how he couldn’t fall asleep, but then again, maybe he was just that energetic that he couldn’t. Either way, he gave it another ten minutes before he would get up and occupy himself again. He tossed and turned, grumbling quietly to himself, wishing he didn’t have to have such a paranoid mind, but then again, whose mind wouldn’t be paranoid when they had to deal with things that shouldn’t be physically possible?

He finally gave up, and sat up, rolling out of bed and not getting his feet under him soon enough, hitting his floor with a low thud, groaning and muttering a few choices words before he slowly got to his feet and moved to pull jeans and a t-shirt on over his pajamas of choice, boxers. Stiles could feel his restless energy surge up in abundance as he slipped his phone into his pocket and grabbed a pocket knife, knowing it wouldn’t be much defense against anything, but it would still be something. The human left his house as quietly as possible, before heading to his truck, driving down the driveway and out onto the road, until he got to a parking lot set in the woods a ways, meant for would be hikers and werewolves. He hopped out of his jeep and grabbed a flashlight, heading off into the woods, not really needing the flashlight, just having grabbed it just in case.

As he got deeper, he figured he might as well tempt fate a little more and explore, not just walk. He’d heard some soft sounds of rustling coming from around the cliff area, and he figured if he was going to die, he’d do so in style, with new explorations and a firm knowledge of his killer. The lanky teen bumbled his way towards the cliffs, before finally peeking out through some bushes, eyes widening as he saw who, not what, the noise maker was. He left the tree line and walked forward, stopping a ways behind her so as not to unintentionally cause her to lash out in surprise. Since he didn’t know how much noise he’d made approaching, he was purposefully a bit louder, it wasn’t really hard, and made some more noise on his way towards her. ”Skylla, what are you doing out here? Couldn’t sleep either?” He asked, still kinda surprised that he’d even seen her on this night of all times.

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TAGS :: Skylla;

The sun before the burn
The thunder before the lightning.

The breath before the phrase
Have you ever felt this way?