I swear, I JUST wrote this!!!
She awoke to an odd sound. Not the usual sound of the others waking up. Something else. Something....haunting. The others had taken a trip for the weekend and she thought she was the only one there. The more it sounded, the more she felt like she was in a trance. It was like the first time she'd watched Phantom of the Opera.
The way the girl had been so entranced with his voice....Chills crept along her skin. She got out of her bed and slowly went closer to the noise. It sounded almost paranormal. And it freaked her out. She came closer and peeked around the corner. And flipped out.
It wasn't something she'd ever seen before. But the mysterious noise turned out to be an organ. And Terror was at the bench. The music that had made her feel so entranced was only getting louder. She walked closer. She watched his fingers fly over every key, hitting every note.
His humming matched the notes perfectly. She wanted to get closer and listen. But was afraid to move. He might sense her and stop. But he seemed to never see nor sense her.
In fact, he was so consumed he never realized just how haunting his music had become. She couldn't help herself and came closer. His voice harmonized well and he never seemed to tire. She lay on the couch, listening. It wasn't long before she fell asleep.
When she woke up a few hours later, he was gone. She looked around, but didn't find him. She walked over and sat on the bench. That's when the lyrics caught her eye. The title read Blade and the lyrics screamed pain and accusation. Tears came to her eyes just as she read it.
“It's rude to snoop.”
She screamed and looked at him.
“Terror I-”
“Calm down Cat. You can't do anything.”
“Why did she-”
“She found someone better. Someone who understands her.”
“There's no one more perfect for her than you!”
“Her decision Cat.”
“What will you do now?”
“Finish the song, give it to her...and end my misery.”
She awoke to an odd sound. Not the usual sound of the others waking up. Something else. Something....haunting. The others had taken a trip for the weekend and she thought she was the only one there. The more it sounded, the more she felt like she was in a trance. It was like the first time she'd watched Phantom of the Opera.
The way the girl had been so entranced with his voice....Chills crept along her skin. She got out of her bed and slowly went closer to the noise. It sounded almost paranormal. And it freaked her out. She came closer and peeked around the corner. And flipped out.
It wasn't something she'd ever seen before. But the mysterious noise turned out to be an organ. And Terror was at the bench. The music that had made her feel so entranced was only getting louder. She walked closer. She watched his fingers fly over every key, hitting every note.
His humming matched the notes perfectly. She wanted to get closer and listen. But was afraid to move. He might sense her and stop. But he seemed to never see nor sense her.
In fact, he was so consumed he never realized just how haunting his music had become. She couldn't help herself and came closer. His voice harmonized well and he never seemed to tire. She lay on the couch, listening. It wasn't long before she fell asleep.
When she woke up a few hours later, he was gone. She looked around, but didn't find him. She walked over and sat on the bench. That's when the lyrics caught her eye. The title read Blade and the lyrics screamed pain and accusation. Tears came to her eyes just as she read it.
“It's rude to snoop.”
She screamed and looked at him.
“Terror I-”
“Calm down Cat. You can't do anything.”
“Why did she-”
“She found someone better. Someone who understands her.”
“There's no one more perfect for her than you!”
“Her decision Cat.”
“What will you do now?”
“Finish the song, give it to her...and end my misery.”
The Face.
Everyday I wake up
and put on a face
that hides all of the tears, fears, thoughts, and feelings
that I deal with everyday.
Not many people even know the real me.
They know me as the happy, always smiling self.
They don't see the crying, upset, depressed me.
My friends have no clue how hard it is to appear so happy,
when, on the inside,
I'm ready to scream or cry.
It's hard.
Only one person, including me, knows my real self.
If anyone else saw it,
they wouldn't be able to take it.
They don't know what it's like to live a lie
everytime I wake up.
Sick. Twisted. Not One Of You.
Everyday I wake up
and put on a face
that hides all of the tears, fears, thoughts, and feelings
that I deal with everyday.
Not many people even know the real me.
They know me as the happy, always smiling self.
They don't see the crying, upset, depressed me.
My friends have no clue how hard it is to appear so happy,
when, on the inside,
I'm ready to scream or cry.
It's hard.
Only one person, including me, knows my real self.
If anyone else saw it,
they wouldn't be able to take it.
They don't know what it's like to live a lie
everytime I wake up.
Sick. Twisted. Not One Of You.
Trying to explain to Skylar why and what she wont say, and why the past may not matter, and why life sucks
Life Is a Sin : by Dox Eternal (ask me who that is okay, if u dont know)
Why is it a sin?
Does it really matter where i've been?
Life can take us on journeys
that no one else would understand.
If life is a sin,
Why don't we just stop livin'?
For us life may not be true,
life throws us fire and we wont know what to do.
Love is part of life,
But living is sin,
It makes no sense anymore,
we will never win.
Love is lie, that we just keep on livin'
becasue life is a sin,
i will never understand,
Even though i aint perfect,
I am emotional,
But you wouldn't understand
i am some one else,
B/c i'm not really who u tihnk i am,
iam, iam.
Because life is a sin,
i will never fit in,
I know,
Love is life, but life aint good for you,
life is a sin,
and i will never know what to do, for you.
Life Is a Sin : by Dox Eternal (ask me who that is okay, if u dont know)
Why is it a sin?
Does it really matter where i've been?
Life can take us on journeys
that no one else would understand.
If life is a sin,
Why don't we just stop livin'?
For us life may not be true,
life throws us fire and we wont know what to do.
Love is part of life,
But living is sin,
It makes no sense anymore,
we will never win.
Love is lie, that we just keep on livin'
becasue life is a sin,
i will never understand,
Even though i aint perfect,
I am emotional,
But you wouldn't understand
i am some one else,
B/c i'm not really who u tihnk i am,
iam, iam.
Because life is a sin,
i will never fit in,
I know,
Love is life, but life aint good for you,
life is a sin,
and i will never know what to do, for you.
Alias: Arwin
Age: 16
Occupation/Alliance: Hero
Appearance: Long black hair, orange eyes, 5' 5"
Powers/skills/weapons: powers over the element earth, martial arts, and her family heir loom (a magic staff)
Personality: Withdrawn, optimistic, kind, brave, courageous, shy, cynical, hard-working, loyal
History: After being given into the care of her grandparents without warning Lana's parents mysteriously went missing. Lana discovered their family heir loom when she went looking for her parents a year later. She took the heir loom into her possesion after reading a note left with the heir loom by her parents. When she was fifteen she left her grandparents to train her powers. After training for three years and discovering many things Lana returned to her grandparent's house to find them gone. From that point on Lana decided that secrets only killed people rather than kept the safe.