Post by goyadmin on Jul 3, 2009 14:58:19 GMT -5
AND ALL THE THINGS THAT YOU NEVER EVER TOLD ME
someone once told me that my regrets are ghosts that will follow me, haunt me, and prey on every mistake i make. i never believed them. after all, ghosts are just made up stories, right? wrong. i've seen them... my ghosts. they linger in the darkness and wait for my most vulnerable moment... then they strike. there's no way to ward them off because they are made of something that is a part of me. i was never prepared to deal with them. they couldn't exist. they couldn't be real. sure i had done some bad things... terrible things... unmentionable things... but why did this have to happen? i was happy, living in an apartment in downtown chicago, forgetting everything... making a new life... when the first shots were fired. something was beginning that i knew would follow me for the rest of my life. more ghosts, regrets, would follow more and more people. and there's nothing anyone can do to stop it.
AND ALL THOSE SMILES THAT ARE NEVER GONNA HAUNT ME
chicago has become a breeding ground for violence. at night my ghosts resurface and remind me just how useless i am. the city was split two ways. i never would have thought that when people said the children were our future, that they would step up so soon. i never would have thought... mere college students. it's a war now, i'm sure. the classic north versus the south. these universities are completely different in themselves. camden university, on the northern side, is strict and believes in forming their students into well educated robots. in short, camden wants to be better than any other school, but they are rivaled by only one, harding university. harding believes more in letting their students be free and make their own choices academic and otherwise. all of this started with a few harmless pranks. the schools had always been at odds as far as i can remember, but ghosts at that point were few. everyone was happy letting things blow over and working harder to win the next competition of skill. so it seems now that all smiles have faded.
AND ALL THE WOUNDS THAT ARE EVER GONNA SCAR ME
the pranks escelated until the schools began to get physical. fighting was the least of their problems, that much i knew, but how to warn people that would never listen? the war began with the death of a student. anna marie cornett was the step daughter of the dean at harding university. she had barely reached the age of 19 and was only in her first year of college when she was murdered. no one knows who did it, not even i, and i see all. after that every single student i watched had at least one ghost sticking close to them, feeding off their guilt and sorrow. i knew that as long as the students embraced their regrets and held the ghosts at their sides... that anna cornett would not be the end of it. harding had taken a hit, but they would not back down. i knew that camden would never back down from a challenge, but how far will a challenge go before it takes over?
FOR ALL THE GHOSTS THAT ARE NEVER GONNA CATCH ME
this war is far beyond anyone to stop. the only ones that can even come close are the students themselves. how many will have to die before this horrible time has passed? camden and harding have gone beyond normal university rivalries. no- they have stepped into a warzone and have decided to drag the rest of Chicago in with them. with the youth splitting... what are the rest of us to do? i suppose it's time to put my ghosts behind me and pick a side. how can i hide when there's no other choice but to fight? i don't see any light on the other side of this situation. but please, whatever you do... watch out for...
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