Post by Ellie on Dec 29, 2008 15:08:53 GMT -5
Can you hear me?
Willyou listen?
As I cry,
Will you reply?
I want to hear,
I want to see.
But whatabout it
Burdens me?
I cannot cry.
I willnot laugh.
If I should die,
I'll have nothing left.
Will
As I cry,
I want to hear,
I want to see.
But what
Burdens me?
I cannot cry.
I will
Hello. My name is Arianna. I am 15. The day I live is Today, and the day I die is Tomorrow. But Tomorrow never comes. He has left me.
And I am alone.
Yes. Alone. I have nobody. Not even time will care.
You see, my family died when I was very little. Everyone. My mother, my father, my little sister and my wonderful older brother. I have memories of them all, but memories are all I have.
My tears dried out long ago, and my laughter faded with it. They left me too, along with my family.
I watched them die. I was stuck in a corner, away from the danger. Why they saved me, I'll never know. After all, my brother was more talented, and my sister, though younger, was far more beautiful.
But the past cannot be changed. Only the future, can we control.
That day haunts my sleep, and frightens away my dreams. I watch them, every night, as they die. No, they didn't die. They were murdered. My mother and my sister were brutally raped as we all watched. My father and brother were forced to kill them, then each other, and there was nothing we could do.
And I sat there, watching, and did absolutely nothing.
But never again. Never again will I be so weak. Never again.
What am I doing now? I'm searching the world for the perpetrators. And I finally found them. Some place called New York City? So I'm here.
As long as we're speaking of it, you may be wondering where I'm from. I come from a small country called Luxemborg. As you may guess, I don't speak English. Well, I didn't use to.
I discovered recently that after hearing (or seeing) a few sentences from a language, I can read, write, and speak it fluently. I don't understand yet why it isn't as simple for other people. I don't get it yet, but I will.
As for my appearance, I look plain. I have red hair that looks like fire in the light. It flows down to my waist, and accentuates my blood red eyes. My skin is slightly tanned from always being in the sun. My clothes are either entirely white, or entirely black. If not that, then red suits my tastes well. They finely accent my curvy body, and let me move around freely. Usually I wear a tight blouse and a mid-length skirt that flies up when I twirl. Don't worry. You never see anything. Or if you do, I hit you so hard you forget.
I am not good with people. I trust everyone, even when I shouldn't. But if they hurt me I hurt them back. Only harder.
If I fight, I use the two small daggers I keep at my belt. Either I am very fast or everyone else is very slow, because I usually have my knife to your throat before you have a chance to attack.
I have few pictures that I carry around with me, but here is one of them. It's me, but I think you already knew that.
{Poem written and copyrighted by Ellie Parrello}