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There's Just Something About Leo: Chapter 99. Secrets released beside the fire.
“Do you seriously have any psychic gifts?”
I grimaced. “Yes.”
“I knew it!” He laughed. “So…you can just read people’s minds whenever you want?”
I shuffled on the spot a bit; I hated being asked questions to which the answers were complicated.
“Well, yes but I choose to respect people’s privacy so I only read them if I need to, or if people think ‘loudly’ I pick up on those thoughts without meaning to.”
Leo nodded slowly as I spoke.
“Is that what’s been happening, every time you answer to something we think instead of say?” He asked.
“Yea.” I continued. “I never realise that it’s a thought sometimes, because it sounds like the thought holders voice.”
He changed his position on the log again; which made me think that we’d end up talking for longer than an hour or that he had a list of
There's Just Something About Leo: Chapter 8.5“Are you alright? You know I’m sure you won’t get into trouble for this…” Nina asked, sensing Leo’s worry, but he seemed too busy lost in his own thoughts to reply.
Leo felt a sharp tug at his soul; he had been acting like Kyle was his close acquaintance, when in fact, Kyle was responsible for Hope's death. He felt as though he should have remembered her at the start of the month, but he was just too absorbed by the other realities …he had no time. No time for his own flesh and blood little sister. His heart sank further and he wiped his eyes subtly.
The least he could have would be to avenge her death somehow, like he’d promised. Fangs slid down from their resting place as he looked over at Kyle. Leo was able to hear his heartbeat, and every breath he took, which was suddenly a breath too many. A voice broke Leo’s trail of thought suddenly. “Leo?” He was startled, fangs sliding back up as quietly as p
There's Just Something About Leo: Chapter 88. Midnight under the stars.
It was quiet outside the tent and the camp fire was the only reason I could see the three men. Even though I knew they wouldn’t hurt me I was too afraid to move so I simply lay in the same position on my left side until it ached. How could I pretend I had not seen what I just saw?
‘What would they do if they find out I knew?’
I took a deep breath and just then I heard Leo crawl in. With a startled jump, I quickly pretended to be woken from slumber.
“Did you get a good rest?” he asked quietly, probably realising that I hadn’t slept at all. I cleared my throat and replied: “Yes, I did. Thank you.” with a small smile.
His tensed forehead eased a little but his eyes were overcome by disbelief.
“Are you hungry?” he whispered slowly, wondering why I was so flustered.
“Definitely, is there any food?”
“We’ve just prepared it, are you going to wake N
There's Just Something About Leo: Chapter 7.5******
When Leo realised they’d been walking for 6 hours, he was beginning to wonder when they were actually going to meet a river, or a mountain. He was told there were only small ones around, but as far as he knew, they hadn’t crossed one.
“So Kyle, you know where we’re going right?” Leo asked, after being silent for a while.
“Of course I do! I’ve been here many times.” Kyle seemed sure but he still looked very confused about something. Leo was beginning to think they were lost. “When was the last time you were here?” he quizzed.
“Ummm, two years ago, I think.”
All Leo could do was hope that Kyle’s memory was as good as Kyle seemed to think. Damien and Leo made eye contact immediately and he whispered: “Does he really know where we’re going?”
“I don’t think so.” Leo whispered back. Damien smiled. Then jogging forward, he caught up with Kyle so that he could ask for
There's Just Something About Leo: Chapter 77. Lost
“Who’s Linda?” Nina came up from behind Leo with those perky ears of hers. ’And I thought I was whispering to myself!’ he chuckled, not knowing what to say.
“She’s a, not-so-popular work colleague…”
“Right, I know what you’re talking about…she’s one of those nosey annoying ones that seem to turn up unexpectedly and mess up your social life.” Nina understood well.
“Exactly!” Leo huffed, already getting frustrated with Linda’s presence, even though she could have been anywhere in the warehouse and she technically wasn’t even beside him.
“What’s Linda doing here?” Kyle questioned.
“She’s your sister…Shouldn’t we be asking you?”
“I don’t track her movements.”
“Well, you should, she’s a danger to the public!” Leo joked, a little too harshly.
“Even if she’s as an
“Well, we’re thinking of going hiking.” I smiled. “It was my idea!”
Damien’s face was drained of its entire colour as his gaze flickered from Leo to Kyle, and back to Leo again. “And…” he said slowly; his eyes still wondering between Kyle and Leo. “Your grandfather completely allows this?”
“Yup” I chirped “Why? Is there something wrong?” I cocked my head to the side, letting them know that I had figured something was going on.
“No,” He paused, “There’s nothing wrong with wanting to go hiking…”
I blinked at his response, ‘I thought it was considered wrong for my Grandfather to agree to let us go hiking…it wasn’t the fact that I wanted to go hiking that was bothering Damien.’
Then Leo cut in. “As soon as we finish, we should get going.” He mumbled, looking down at his watch.
“Agreed.” Kyle muttered
There's Just Something About Leo: Chapter 66. Losing Formalities
As we came out of the lift, Leo ended his call, greeted my grandfather and stated the plans for the day. My grandfather’s car was parked in the same spot as yesterday, but the whole place seemed different. I figured it was because we’d arrived at night and now the morning sunlight made everything seem bright and saturated with colour. Even the sky seemed too perfect; not a cloud contaminating the perfect blue hues. Cherry blossoms were being whisked around in little whirlwinds and I stared as they danced from one side of the block to another. A breeze was sweeping through energetically, but it was already getting humid. The other agent; Kyle was on a motorbike behind the car we were going to travel in.
“We’ll make sure we’re back by nightfall…” Leo trailed off. “Unless something happens-“
“And if something does happen, you contact mestraight away!” my granddad interru
There's Just Something About Leo: Chapter 5.5***Nina***
We sat down at the table and ate our buns silently until he spoke. I adjusted my loosely wrapped scarf and made mental notes on what he said about the cupboards and drawers. Since I had a habit of late night snacking, I needed to know where everything was in case I got lightly peckish.
“So, have you made up your mind about hiking?”
“Yes, I definitely want to go hiking…as long as we’re allowed” I swallowed.
“Done it before?”
“Only when I was really small; it was with my dad.”
Leo nodded; probably realising that it must have been some time ago.
Then he ran his hand through is hair and bit his lip. He seemed to have recovered from yesterday’s ‘migraine’, but also seemed like his mind was in two places.
He hesitated. “As much as we’d love to take you, I’m still not sure if your grandfather will let you go, even when Kyle, Damien and I are with you
There's Just Something About Leo: Chapter 55. Two Warnings
“Sure you know what I’m talking about!” Leo chuckled. “Come on, tell me how you did it, are you psychic?” His curiosity grew and he was amazed at how casually she had interpreted his thought. Leo was then sure that he hadn’t spoken the content of his mind. She had some sort of gift, not surprising considering the abilities of her father and his sister.
Leo observed her reaction closely; she seemed confused.
“I…actually don’t know how to explain…” she replied wearily, taking off the pin that held her scarf in place. He watched silently as she loosened the material that was wrapped around her head.
Leo stopped abruptly realising he was becoming too personal with the questions: maybe he shouldn’t force her to explain.
“I’m sorry…I’m being a bit nosey.” A distinct red heat crept up his neck, prickly with embarrassment.
She laughed. “You’re nothin
I Tear My Skin AwayI Tear My Skin Away
I tear this skin from my body,
Even if the world screams,
That I am only an illusion.
I tear the bones from my legs,
Through pain, I will grow,
Through suffering, I will become.
I rip the muscles from my arms,
These teeth from my jaws...
And with nothing upon me,
I carry on...
Like a broken puppet, still shivering,
Still forcing its way through the darkness;
I tremble for I am nothing...
And yet, I am moving. My voice still screams...
I draw breath into these tired lungs,
As I rip the flesh away...
And I shatter these mirrors before me,
With a voice that will not break:
Because the world cannot label me as nothing,
And I will live for my own sake!
"So tell me, is that all the pain you've got for me?"
I screamMy scream is loud.
My scream is honest.
My scream is desperate.
My scream is filled with truth.
Why would nobody hear me?
dearly belovedthese days
your name has been slipping
in and out of my rib cage
my heart forgets to beat.
how even after all these months i still
don't want to believe that
you're dead. how during the
first couple of weeks i prayed
to a god i didn't believe in and begged to know
if death tasted sweet to you. how once,
when the monsters in my head
didn't let me sleep, i
wrote you three poems and then
you were a supernova that
lit up my life for
a few radiant moments before,
like all good things in this
you came to an end.
the sinner in me hopes that you have wings now.
but i think that,
most of all,
i hope you no longer
remember what pain
Those Green Eyes (Or: Don't Lie to Your Kid)Those green eyes -
The green of joy
The green of hope
The green of love and acceptance -
Were always full of lies.
They first lied when I said,
After a nightmare at four am
When I was too small to reach a light switch,
“Will you ever leave me?”
And those eyes said,
Why did those green eyes
Shut when I needed them most?
"Are you okay?"
Would be a red line
That I would etch into myself
Those green eyes melted.
Those green eyes did shine
And I knew what it was -
I was young, not stupid -
But I indulged the lie,
For those green eyes.
"Will it get better?"
I asked one sunny Saturday
At ten in the morning
And those green eyes looked away;
“And you’ll be here forever?”
There were no words.
I made up my own affirmative.
Those green eyes -
When they saw
How I’d rubbed myself raw
notes on a matchbook love.if I were the type
to say how I really felt,
I'd tell you that
I hope you choke on your apologies
like they're arsenic
and your nails are already
with the poison.
I'd let you know
that I'll never be a body
for you to touch
just because I know that's all you want.
I'll never be a fairy in a bottle
at your waist.
this is no storybook, and
I am no myth.
hear my silence,
feel the cold absence
respond to your weak "I'm sorry"s.
I beg you,
stop digging the hole,
stop, just stop.
Hush and watch the flames
engulf the image you sold me.
you can tell me
I'm beautiful as much
as you want,
but I know that it's not enough,
that you'll always want more,
that you've been a wolf
between my legs all this time
and my fingers are bruised
from holding the leash.
now every time you whisper
"please be okay",
I will always tell you that
I'm fine, I'm fine, I'm fine.
I will forever pretend
that I've grown up from you,
that I've become a mystery
Let me dieGo away
Leave me alone
And let me die
Of this world
I don't want to live
Because there's no light
At the end of this tunnel
So I'll just end my life
Don't try to stop me
And we'll meet again
On the other side
Outside this dark tunnel
Wrists.Wrists are not made,
To be cut up by cold blades.
Blood was meant to stay in your veins,
Not to be drained.
From your body,
You're stronger than that,
I know a person can only take,
Until they break.
And you have your doubts,
And when you lay in bed,
The pain is all you think about.
But you're so much more,
Than your heart aches.
So much more,
Than your demons.
Even if you feel,
Like your dying,
And you are through with trying,
Because all you've been doing lately is crying.
I want you to know,
That no, you're not alone.
And you re going to survive.
Please just drop your knife,
Because you're going to,
Make it out alive.
words, wonderlight has faded and words are heavy,
but there is a delicate magic
twisting between your fingers.
it is all a-scribble
melisma without music;
syllables stitching terra firma
to firmament in intricate
stanzas that require
neither breath nor sound
to echo, infinite,
within the depths
of susurrous souls.
it is cold and it is dark,
but there is a fire in you
and you use it with a fierce grace
that illuminates the shadows,
and ignites the demons
until not even the grey spaces
that haunt and harry
can hold dominion.
they are exposed
they are broken
into shards of sunrise
and rays of a quiet
you scare away the night
with exhalations that blow
away the fogged emptiness
inside, over and over,
sparking fireworks from
what was thought
to be ash.
Broken SmilesBroken smiles and empty hellos
Beneath my skin, a soul bellows
Not too loud, but not too quiet
Yet enough for thoughts in mind cause riot.
Broken smiles and perfect skin
Opening up and crying is treated as sin
Hope filled sighs and dangerous intimacy
Nourish a part of me unconditionally.
Broken smiles and temporary moments,
And me thinking you’re my only component.
But most of all, that broken smile
The one that keeps me hidden for a while.
The layer of protection I always seek
If only there was something to make it complete.
IowaIf you visit Iowa,
you'll call her fields empty,
but she wasn't born that way.
A part of her was carved out
when she was ripped between Virginia
and the purple mountains of New Mexico.
Her gold hair, she tore it out when she realized
it didn't make her a princess.
She laid her locks strung along every road
leading somewhere else.
White hairs on her cheeks
are scars from winter.
Her hair darkens with the dampness
of summer rains.
The storms are never silent,
but neither is life when there's a tear
in your childhood where
a parent ought to be.
I've been flooded by Iowa's sorrow.
The only way I can distract her from her own voided landscape
is if I hate myself harder than she cries.
She just wants to fly
and I want to bus or train,
not because I fear death, but because
I want to take living slow.
It's the only way I ever feel.
From the air it's hard to watch Earth's hips move.
But Earth can't compare to the country.
That's my girl.
Full grown even when harvesting season's j
To depression, for creating days without endWake up to the realization that you've been awake
for seconds, minutes, hours.
You've been awake in this warm, dark room
and you don't know how long it's been
but now you're conscious
and it starts again--
the pain, strong and steady, in your chest.
You gain consciousness in this too warm morning
and your thoughts whir in endless loops
because it's either that or face the weight in your chest.
Light breaks though the window, soft and unwelcome
but you take it as a reluctant gift--
a new distraction from the feelings awake in your chest.
Awake, but not conscious.
So you think yourself in circles a little while longer
waiting for those quiet pains
(the constant reminder)
to gain consciousness.
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