Mother is the name for God on the lips and hearts of all childern. -Eric Draven, The Crow.
I don't recall how I saw that movie, but of all lines that exact one stuck out in my head like a needle in a piled on high hay stack...I did live on a farm at one time, I do hope you know. If you think demons, chaos demons, were disguisting?
Try helping a cow
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I turn to my left, no one. Well, a vampire passed me. But he averted my eyes, strange enough they usually ignore me or bug me to death with question. I grew up with demons, vampires, and the black arts, it doesn't scare me much. The rigid faces, the fangs, the knowing that even though I am of Aurelius blood they could still rip me in too.
Yet, my only fear is of; Mimes, heights, hospitals, and Mr. Freddy Krueger. I bet he's real.
I look to my right, with a gasp, I stand as if my feet were ceamented to the ground. Shock really, I didn't know if I'd see her again.
My mother.
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My darling Courtney, and she was covered in the Slayer... That nuisance of a girl has taken everything from me without hesitation.
Looking at her, my only greeting was a slight bow of my head.
“Are you happy now, love?”
That’s all that mattered, isn’t it? Her happiness. To deny her such a thing when she had been through so much thus far in her short life...that would be cruel of me.
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"Am I happy?" I repeat her question silently, to be honest? I didn't have a single clue. Wiping my hair infront my my fase as the wind continues to violate my hair, I squint my eyes some. The cold wind stinging them.
Was I happy?
"I-I-I don't know." She replies, honestly. "Are you?"
I bowed my head, same as she, feeling too akward.
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