Words are like the sea and its magnificent shells. Washed ashore and left to be picked and trashed, kept, destroyed, collected and used . Words convey meaning like every single grain of sand, every single moment the wave hits. Words are used wisely to help the nation but can be used for great destruction.

Words like these can influence many and all.

When he used words, i was convinced he was the one. He had to be. Such sweet deep words touched me so deep that no one ever did. But that was also a lie. His words was thorns entwined with poison. Without realising it had cut me instead of touch and the softness of his voice was the work of the devil tying and stringing up my heart to be burnt.

He died.

2 years later.

She had moved on but lost many things. Her friends, her family, her love and meaning to move on. The people around her became noise and shadows. Her eyes had died and dried. She now goes to a new school with a new name and a new home and a fresh start. That is what she hoped for. The school she goes to is BlackCross Academy also known as BCA the renowned public school with facility, teaching and grades as high if not higher than private school.

Because her new school live on top of a man made island, she decided to live on the mainland. She had moved into a apartment for a family.

The landlord looked up and down at her. He was spectacle of her been of she acted and how she dealt with him. She seemed mature and older. But she was just an 18 year old girl trying to live.

" here you go. Your belongings had arrived early ".

The landlord stood as he watched her slowly walked in and looked around.

She walks back to the door in which they came from ,

" you can leave now, thanks".

As nice as she could the landlord did not like how she spoke and silently stormed off.

" words are not the only cruel thing that all mistake" .

She walks and collects the stacked boxes and places them all in the living room. She unraveled the boxes, shredded them and threw everything out.

" ill do this later".

She slowly walked upstairs to her room and undressed, placed her clothes in a corner of the room and then slumped on the bed. The uncovered bed welcomed her with a warm welcome after the sun had crisp it dry from the dust. She turned, moved and struggled to sleep. She grasped her head. Her legs and then her hands together.