Same Page


We’re not on the same page

Because you’re a thick classic

With gold rimmed pages and

metaphors so beautiful

that it causes weeping.

We’re not on the same page

Because I’m an old battered paper

of no punctuation

and half baked ideas

that make people’s brows furrow

and their eyes squint.

We’re not on the same page.

Because you’re a revolution

And I’m wave a of confusion.


Broken Part 4~

Hello! So I know this a weird ending but I don’t have a lot of time to write. Anyway, I’m sorry it’s short and I hope you like it!

“So Sheild. Didn’t they make a bunch of movies about that a really long time ago? Wasn’t it a good?” I ask, we’re walking in the forest. Cole is being so careful, covering up every single track we make.

“Yea. They were. But the director, um I think he name was started with a P or something. Maybe Phil…? Anyway, he turned everyone and stuff so here we are.” He shrugs.

“How did you get dragged into it?” I ask, it’s strange. I know nothing. He’s practically a stranger. And I’m madly in love with him.

“They kidnapped me. Kay, well not really. I had no family and I was running from the government and they offered me protection. I believed them. Then they made me stay. But I met you and everything changed.” My stomach suddenly growls and he throws me a small package made out of silver plastic.

“What’s this?” I ask, looking at it from all sides.

“Food. But it has no odor or taste so they won’t be able to find us.” I open it and break it in half. We each eat half and I dislike it. A lot. It’s nasty. Like eating chalk or something.

“So where are we going?” I ask. All of a sudden Cole pushes me in a bush and hides behind it with me. He covers my mouth right as I try to ask a question. I hear, very faintly, voices. I pull his hand off my mouth. I look around and suddenly my eyes lock on something that could be my doom. The silver wrapping. On the floor, in the plain sight. I point to it and Cole looks like he’s going to punch something. Now I hear foot steps, dog’s barking and people yelling. They’re getting closer. Cole signals me to stay still and suddenly he’s on the road. He grabs the paper and hides behind the bush. He does it all very quietly and I can breathe again when he grabs it. We sit there and my foot falls asleep as we watch them past. When we finally can’t hear them Cole slowly gets up and I stand up quickly. As he checks to see if it’s clear I shake my foot out, trying to wake it up. He gives me a look and tells me I’m a dork. Then we go, we travel just barely behind the group out to get us.

Eventually they double back and we manage to just avoid them again. Then we practically run.

I’m on my way to find my brother. And then we can live like normal people once more. And we will all feel loved.

Broken~ Part two~

Ok, part two, are you ready? I hope so because then I can write part three, anyway, enjoy! An happy late 4th of July! Happy birthday America!


“We have ways of breaking you, you know that right?” The blood man says, out of the corner of his mouth, a drop of blood hangs there. I self consciously wipe my lips, a cut reminds me of it’s presence.

“I’m sure. But I have nothing to offer.”  I try to sound sure of myself. But I know I have everything to hide. I think blood man knows this too.


“Oh, I wish that were true.” He says softly. Sitting back in his chair. It’s just a plain metal chair. Nothing special, but something’s off about it. I can’t place it though. “In a minute, the cell will open and you can do anything you want. When that door opens, you will have five minutes to do anything you want.”


My mind instantly goes to Cole, check if he’s alright, figure out how to open his cell, run. The cell clicks open. I run to Cole’s side, he sits there. Blood’s everywhere. I grab a tool that I used once to break into a car, yes I know that’s wrong but I only did it once, and apply it to the lock. It clicks open as easily as mine did. I rush to his side, finding the source of blood. His wrist has been bleeding a lot, now it’s just oozing slightly. I rip part of my shirt off and tie it tightly around the wound, hoping that it’ll help. I shake him.

“Cole. Cole. Wake up, I have two minutes. Wake up.” I slap him. His eyes snap open, those golden eyes love so much. His he takes in deep, ragged breaths. “Let’s go, come on Cole.”


“I’m sorry Sloan.” He murmurs.


“Yea, yea, you said that already.” I mutter, propping him up om my shoulders.


“I’m sorry you fell for it.” I drop him, almost on accident. I should’ve known it, gosh darn it, this is all a trick. To see what I cared about most, I should’ve known that they wouldn’t let me walk free. I walk out Cole’s cell and back into mine. I sit down and wait for the minute to be over. The man reappears as soon as my cell clicks closed.


“Sorry. I guess that isn’t very nice. But now we know how to get you to talk.” Anger rises is me and I push it down. I won’t talk. No matter what.


“Ok, follow me, or something horrible will happen.” He smiles a little and my lip twitches. I suck in a deep breath push open my cell, the same click and yet not as satisfying as last time. I follow him and glare at Cole. “C’mon sweet heart.”


We walk down a hall and into a room. A chair and I bunch of medical instruments that look absolutely terrifying. I sit in the chair but he tells me to get out of it. I slowly get out of it, realizing what’s going to happen. He gestures to a place on the wall, two chains for my hands and two chains for my feet. And small silver clips that I can only assume are for my eyes. Blood man quickly claps me in the irons and attaches the clips to my eyelids then pulls them tight, so that I see everything. Already my eyes are watering, tears falling down them. The man walks out of the room and I struggle against the chains, pulling on them, they hold firm. Dang it. My extremely annoying imagination thinks of worse case scenarios. Brainwashing? Or maybe they’ll show my awful horrid things without letting me ever close my eyes, that would suck. I like my sleep. Before I can think of something else, Blood man walks in. With the traitor. With Cole. I know what he’s going to do now. And it’s worse than brainwashing.


Cole’s golden eyes stare at me, not even blinking. He’s trying to tell me something. What? What do you want to tell me? He mouths a sentence. Keep it safe. What does that mean? Keep what safe? I scan my memories for anything, secrets that Cole had told me, none come up. I don’t have anything to tell. And if Cole’s apart of this group or whatever, why doesn’t he just tell them everything?


“OK Miss Turner, this is how it works; you will tell me everything you know, or I hurt Agent 17, savvy?” The way he says the last word reminds me of Pirate’s of the Caribbean, a movie my dad and I used to watch all the time. I want to cry, thinking of my dad, he died six years ago, shortly after my mom died from having my brother, I was sure the world was out to get me. Now, I’m 100 percent sure that is, but if my brother isn’t dead, then I’ll still have some family. Someone to love. Someone to love me back, that’s family.


“Absolutely.” I mutter.


“Have anything to say?” He asks. I wish I did. But I don’t have anything to tell. Nothing he would want to know. I shake my head and bite my lip. Wishing I was able to close my eyes as the man walks up to Cole with a slender knife. He makes a small incision in Cole’s tan skin, blood dribbles out. Cole doesn’t even flinch, just stares at me and begs me with his eyes to keep the secret safe. And I guess I will because I don’t know what it is. “You know he’ll eventually die from blood loss right?”


I look at the blood that trails down his wrist and think of something the blood man said earlier.


“You- You said you wouldn’t kill a good agent.” I say, hopeful.


“I said I wouldn’t kill him is he still had purpose. This, this is his purpose now.”


“Your lying. You have to be lying.” I whisper.


“Try me.” And with that, something unlocks in my brain and I remember.


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“I’m so sorry I let this happen. I promised I would keep you safe and I failed. I’m sorry Sloan.” He whispered. It traveled trough his cell and into mine. I could hear the pain in his voice, the sense of failure. And yes he did fail at protecting me, and yes this is all his fault and yes. I’m pissed off. But.


But I still love him. And that’s why I’m pissed. I’m pissed because I loved him in the first place. I don’t get how this all works; why would I love someone who hurt my family?  Someone who help in the murder of my younger brother? If this is love, I don’t want it. Although, I’m afraid I’ve already paid the price to be in it.


I sigh and grip the bars tightly, listening to him apologize over and over again. I stop him.


“Shut up Cole.” I say. My voice is firm and steady. But I know he can still read my emotions, I’m sure of it. That was one of the things I loved about him. The way that he understood me. I guess I still love it. If I still love him.


“Your brother’s not dead.” He says quickly, words almost flying at me. I hear fear in them. Something that doesn’t often happen to Cole. Fear is rare for him while it’s always present for me. Another I love.


“What?” I ask, wishing I could see his face, to see if he’s lying or not. I wish I could read him like he could read me. I try to imagine his dusty hair and golden eyes matching expressions but it doesn’t work. I only come up with reactions of past memories, things I don’t want to drag up.


“Look, I have something implanted in me and if I say something they don’t want me to say, I get pain. And a scar, for the reminder of the pain. Anyway, your brother’s alive. They didn’t want me to know that. I love you.” All of a sudden there’s a thrashing in the cell next to mine. Cole’s cell. Then a scream. He’s not lying, the pain is real. Therefore, the words are too. I try to see him but the cell blocks my view. What kind of pain is he going through?


“Cole? Cole?” I ask, when the screams silent. “Cole? Is it done? Is that all it was?”


“Miss Sloan Turner.” A sharp voice makes me turn. A man sits in a chair in front of my cell. When did he get there? Is this another one of their tricks? I can’t tell anymore. I strain my ears for any sign of Cole. Is he still alive? Is that he’s being so quiet? Because he’s dead? Please don’t let him die, I pray to no one in particular. “We have a lot to talk about.”


“Is he alive?” I ask urgently. They man can see him. Can tell if he’s alive.


“We have a lot to talk about.” He repeats. “That is not one of them.”


“Is he alive?” I ask, harsher.


“When did you meet Agent 17?” The man wears a white suit and a red tie that has dark red paint splatters. One of the splatters lander on the white suit, marring it. I have a feeling the splatter wasn’t from a bloody nose.


“Few weeks ago. And his name is Cole. Is he alive?” I ask, almost crying. I need to know.


“Of course he’s alive will you please come down. If you keep you head about you, you will realize that I would not kill a valuable asset unless I have to.” He pauses, “How did you meet him.”


“I’m not telling you.” I say, the story is very personal. Nothing this bloody man needs to know. I massage the bars with my scabby fingers, they’re so battered from the last few weeks when all of this happened.


Cole showed up at my door, dying. Or so I thought. Apparently a group was after him. They had attacked him and he had barely escaped. I had asked him how he found me and he just smiled a little and told me that he had knocked on a random door. He told me this one felt right. I got him to a hospital and once he was more alive then dead, he told me that I was in danger. That I had been seen with him and the group was going to come after me too. I believed him. Or maybe he wasn’t lying about that part. I don’t know any more. We ran off together. Running from the group. I think at one point we were actually running from the group because there was fear in Cole’s eyes. One of the only emotions that I could read. Anyway, a couple days before we were caught. We both we said we loved each other. And we kissed each other. It was small but it was powerful. And when the group caught us and let Cole go. I felt betrayed. And when they shot my six-year-old brother in front of me. I felt really really really betrayed. I didn’t want to kill him though. I still hung on to the hope that he was being controlled, that when he kissed me that I loved the real him. Not a made up version. Then we were put in this cell together, which means he must have done something wrong, and he started apologizing. And we are all caught up. And I’m not going to tell the blood man my story. Because my first love ended up in a train wreck and he doesn’t need to know that.


I don’t know who or what this group is though, I don’t know what they want or what they are looking for. All I know is I don’t have it. I had a normal life until Cole and I plan to go back to it. If I don’t die first. Because if my brother is alive, then I can stop this group from destroying him as they destroyed my heart. So I will get out of here and I will forget about Cole the best I can and I will move on. Because I’m 15, I have a lot more life to live. This is what I keep telling myself anyway.



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