Dead Natious Reloaded: Chapter 5 Empty (preview)
The air was cold and she couldn't help it but watch as her breath was formed into an icey cold breezed. Walking through the cemetery she was at peace somehow. She usually was especially since the dead never judged, never cared, never hurt, and they never cried there was a special comfort about it. She got up early this morning so she wouldn't have to explain to Rebecca where she was going and why. She hated explaining her actions. This was something she always felt the need to do alone. Rebecca was the only one to actually be in her life. She didn't worry though because she left Rebecca a note.
The crisp clean cold air was almost refreshing to her. She closed her eyes as she stopped in front of the grave. She had a tradition since she died that she did for him. She would go to his grave and play him his favorite song 'behind blue eyes' by the who but she liked the Limp Bizkit version it sounded much more sad and true to her. The words where so true...she felt like it was talking about
Dead Natious Reloaded: Chapter 4 Para
Heather growled to herself as she heard a knock at the door. She struggled to get up and answer after all her bed was so damn comfortable. But surely she got up stumbling over things to the door. "God damn it!" She yelled as she stubbed her toe on the small table. But she opened it to find a surprise standing there.
"Hit there sweet stuff." Rebecca said and winked. Heather gave her a sleepy look. "Oh did I wake you?" Heather nodded. "Good! Better me than someone else. Nice uh.... Pajamas."
"Teddy bears. Got a problem with them being on pajama pants?" Rebecca giggled and shook her head. "So I suppose a plain grey t-shirt is okay to?" Rebecca nodded. "Okay ms. Smarts what do ya need?" Rebecca put a hand on a hip and smiled.
"I told you you needed to spend a couple of nights away from this place. So get your stuff your staying at my place. And don't say a word. This is also your punishment for breaking my small glass figure."
"By waking me up at two in the morning?" Rebecca nodded. "I to
FearFear drips from your mind. The feelings that darkness can make you consume is all to real. Fear of being alone, of the darkness, what you can't see, the fear of fear itself. Your heart races and your mind speeds through everything dark and solemn. It's nothing anyone else can understand. You can be accused of being scared, wanting attention, or of just being crazy. No one else can understand the fact that it's beyond real....that it's living hell. But you can try to push it away, or make others stay, make others understand. They can't understand unless it's something they experience.
It's like the fear runs around your neck and suffocates you with helplessness and stranded feelings. You can't tell anyone because they can't understand how it feel. It grips you and squeezes but they can't see because they don't believe. You an feel it numbing your body...you can feel it all around can't you? Like it will never leave you, like it's always there, like you can't escape anything right? There
LonelyCan we pretend I never said a word?
that all those lessons...
I never learned,
I don't like this feeling,
but deep inside it likes me,
If you could have a wish what would it be?
Mine would be,
to be able to be seen,
by one person,
that's a different lesson,
I think I'd really wish,
to have no feeling of loneliness,
But then I'd be like an empty dish,
or would I not be missed?
Who know's cause I don't,
What's left when your sad,
and it feels like no one can see it,
like no one cares,
opening your scars again,
Everything is left,
maybe they're all deaf,
blind to the truth,
nothing you can't let loose,
but then nothing is left,
If you had a life of loneliness,
a life that you where all alone in,
what do you have?
how's going to care about me,
when I close my eyes not to see,
Who'll open my eyes and beg me to stay,
when I want to disappear,
no one knows the words to say,
no one can see the feelings I hide,
maybe I am master at hiding it,
They say don't look back,
well they ain't