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Monday, October 24, 2005


   The X Cells: Chapter One: Part Three: The Past

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The past will burn at your soul, your heart, your life. Rip you apart and leave you broken down and miserable. You think you know someone, until they betray you. Leaving you numb on the inside and unable to feel emotional pain. Unable to fear trouble because you've been through the worst. To be terrified night after agonizing night by the horrible memories that haunt your subconscience. It's been two months since that morning she was alone with Axle. Two months imprisoned and tortured by her own mind. Artimis lay awake in her bed. Afraid to sleep. Afraid to dream. Afraid of her nightmares. Artimis rose out of bed and slipped out the window and onto the roof. It was a new moon that night and the sky looked lonely and sad. She lay up there thinking about Eternity. ~ Oh sweet Eternity. If only I could be with you. Someone who has never hurt me and I know you never will. Someone I love. Someone who loves me. ~ Eternity had been gone for years now. Members of the town found his house broken into. As if he were kidnapped into the night. ~ If only Eternity had been here to protect me. Protect me from Axle. ~ She lay there gazing at the stars. "Baby... I'll find you. Someday."

Then all at once, Artemis was struck with a great idea. ~ I'll leave. Right now. Escape from the meisery of this town and into the arms of the one I love. The one who loves me. ~ She climbed down off the roof and back into her home. She was only fifthteen but she knew how to work a bow-n-arrow and a gun if she needed it. She also knew exactly what she wanted: Eternity. She packed her bow, arrows, uzi, bullets, clothes, money, and her golden locket Eternity had given her for her birthday. She placed her locket carefully around her neck. She went back up to the roof and climbed down a nearby tree. She took one last look at her house. ~ For give me mother, father. But it's time to let go of the past. Stop blaming myself, tortuing myself, for a past I didn't create. Time to seek out the happiness that so rightfully belongs to me. ~ When she turned around to leave, she noticed a figure watching her off in the distance. She halted in her tracks as she tried to make out who it was. Then the figure shifted a bit into the light. It was Axle.


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