Holyyyyy fuck. Really stressful.

Good news:

- Got the note to graduate early
- Check tuition rates, I'm good.
- Mom feels so bad that she is helping me the apartment again. And the giving me the car.

Bad News:

- School projects: 3 in all.

+ Oedipus Essay due November 11th
+ Long-term project due December 20th?
+ Questions due the 17th, which I HAVEN'T found. Wtf.
+ Job. Need it. Now. Anywhere will do, fuck.

An update.

So my family and I Have been through a lot but with much thinking I've decided to graduate early. Dropping down a diploma I don't have to take anymore state tests (besides this year) and I just need to finish English 11 and take English 12 during the summer. The catch? It's $400 dollars. So this inspires me to get a job even more, applying everywhere-- even places off 17 and in central park. So I need to open my own bank account, get a job, save four hundred dollars (even write a check as soon as I DO get it) and then save up for a used car and get the fuck out of here.

Baby, I'm comin' home.

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He walked into his world, earth quakes shattering the ground as he side stepped a crack in the stone. He could smell gasoline, the fumes burning as he found almost sweet relief. His world was burning as he looked up, the sky thick with smoke as he fell to his knees. Slithering could be heard as a voice whispered in his ear, " You know you wanted to tear her apart." He grimaced, shaking his head weakly before trying to shove the voice away. " Leave me alone, I have no need for you." The laugh was as soft as the wind, causing him to become exhausted as he fell forward and slamming his chest against the stone. He coughed, his hands feeling the cold touch beneath him, and he closed his eyes as he heard footsteps.

It was a clacking sound, the thin heels echoing as he barely opened his eyes. A slim woman bent down, her fingers brushing against his jawline lovingly as the nails felt to be laced with poison. She wore a tight fitting black dress, hugging all the way down to the middle of her thigh as her entire body was muscularly toned. Straight black hair fell over her shoulders, her eyes a dark blue as her skin was absolutely flawless. Her necklace was elegantly draping over her neck and chest, the tip of the vial tickling his eyebrow. "You're in so much pain, Raziel. Let me fix you." He groaned, the thirst becoming unbearable as he looked up at her, looking as weak as he felt, "No, don't give me him". She smiled reassuringly, before putting a finger to his lips and unscrewing the vial. "Shh, he was given to you for a reason, Raziel. To help numb your tragic despair. You've missed your dosages, appointments, all for this silly thing called love that seemed to betray you all over again." He tried to fight from her before she grabbed his jaw roughly, keeping the same soft smile as she poured it down his throat. He gagged, the foam beginning to sink into his throat as the thirst was beginning to be quenched. He closed his eyes, his breathing becoming shallow as she stood, the end of her bull-whip falling from its holster. She snapped, his world shifting back into place as the flames died and the scenery changed to the beach. The skies held a milky-way, the waves rocking against the shore and stones in a constant rhythmic pattern as he was being rocked to sleep. When his breathing slowed she went to whisper in his ear. She brushed back a couple loose strands of hair, before smirking.

"Goodnight, Rage."

Rage.

" I couldn't tell you how I felt even if my wrists were binded to this fucking chair. I couldn't tell you anything about myself, it was like a personal bandanna was sewn into my lips, letting whatever words fell out of my mouth come out as bubbled water over crooked streams of daylight. My world was all about you, well maybe the southern hemisphere. The northern hemisphere was exactly how it should've been; on the tip of the iceberg. "

He was thrown back against the chair, the room becoming full metal as a woman in shadows stood in the corner, a bull whip in one hand as her voice was the sound of a snake sliding across dead leaves of fall. She hissed, her tongue sliding out to taste the air; to taste his fear. He fought against the pressure, his breathing ragged as he cried out in pure terror, before a crack was heard and his jaw held a two inch gash and throwing his head to the left. "You're fucking crazy!" He screamed, his throat burning as he held back frustrated tears. A soft giggled was heard as it echoed through out the walls, the light above him beginning to blink. "You can't touch me when there's light." He said angrily, fighting against an invisible force that held him in place. Suddenly he stood still, his adrenaline rush causing a churn in his stomach as his heartbeat flooded through his ears, making it hard to comprehend his surroundings. "You think you can hide from me, Raziel? You can't hide from your shadow." Her voice was soft, every word seeming to puncture his spine as he closed his eyes, before opening them quickly as the light diminished. He quickly closed his mouth, clenching his jaw so tightly it ached as he pushed his tongue against his teeth to keep them closed.

He felt movement, the bull whip being dropped to the floor as a hand came across his throat and holding tightly while he felt himself being straddled. The skin was smooth as scales, and yet it felt as if there wasn't anything there at all. nails punctured his skin, and he shook his head violently as kisses were placed along his jawline, before a whisper in his ear made his skin crawl. "You made the sacrifice Raziel, keep your promise or I'll go after her." His throat vibrated as he cried out, keeping his mouth closed still before her fingers went to his lips and began to pry them open. One hand slid to the back of his head, yanking at his hair as she hissed, " Open your mouth! There's no turning back now!" He struggled, before his lips were pried open and her other hand forced his jaw open as she began to suck in a breath. He felt his heartbeat slow, exhaustion coming over him as his soul was beginning to get sucked out of his body. He tried to keep his eyes open as he saw his own soul being inhaled, the golden aurora showing his list of commands. It was over as soon as it started, the golden color turning into flakes as it fell to the floor, dry and brittle. She smirked, before bringing out a vial that held a deep purple liquid inside. "Meet your other half." She said as she opened it and held open his jaw again as she poured it down his throat. He gagged, the liquid feeling as if it turned to foam as he could feel it being absorbed into his esophagus. She left, disappearing into smoke as he fell to the floor and stared at the walls which were now beginning to brighten as the room was rid of the darkness. His breathing was shallow, his vision blurry as a voice echoed inside his head.

"Hello, Rage."