The Wicked Are Trapped

I am afraid of what some call love
I am afraid of not being loved back
I am afraid that I will fall
I am afraid that you won't catch me
I am even afraid  of you

Perfection is Fake

All I want is someone to love me for who I am
Someone to dance with me til the day endsAll I want is someone to love me for who I am
Someone to cry with
Someone to laugh with

Follow Nicki for Eternity

I didn’t feel as if I would have the ability to talk. My throat had seized up, and gone unexpectedly dry. Kevin...I think that someone is following me. I texted my best friend.
OMG, Nicki! Do you want me to come get you?. He replied, with obvious concern.

Kev, I am not really sure who they are,  but it is okay I am like a block away from home. And you’re hanging out with your girlfriend, it’s okay I promise. I assured him, relieved. I felt lighter, and my walk turned very unsteady.

If you need me, I am here. Love you, bye!! He texted.

I could still feel the presence of the person following me, and I began to feel light-headed, “Go away,”  I muttered.

The Ringing

The Ringing

I never thought I would be standing there. The police station smelled like Clorox Wipes, and I was about to be interrogated. My baby brother was asleep in my lap, and my daddy was being questioned. My stepmommy was not here...she had died in the previous month from an accidental overdose on pills. I was here because I knew how Grandma Jayne had died. I would tell them just how it happened.

The After Days: A Vampire Story, Part 1

   It was just gruesome. Me, crouching before her, watching her suck poor Christopher's blood. She giggled and threw his body over the bridge. She waited to hear the splash, and stood up. She looked at me with her orange eyes and white teeth. Her fangs were tinted crimson. Her skinny face looked satisfied after her meal, and her blonde hair swayed in the wind.