Post by fracturedprince on Nov 11, 2006 23:01:46 GMT 10
Ok.. My first attempt at a song-fic. Here it goes.
I might get rid of it later, though.
Oh. Is it ok that I use a song that I wrote?
Caging - The House of Flames.
Holding my hand, yet remaining afar;
You make me want to scream.
taught me to say the words of pain.
Of which I'll never mean.
Can you see,
What this has done to me?
Making me crazy,
Still keeping me sober.
[Staying here just to bleed]
Save my heart.
Kill, if you please.
Teach me to hate you,
Make me cold if you need.
Can you see,
What this has done to me?
Making me crazy,
Still keeping me sober.
I know that I miss you!
[Staying here just to bleed]
Does that mean you could miss me too?
[I'll teach you to see!]
<fades out.>
I might get rid of it later, though.
Oh. Is it ok that I use a song that I wrote?
Caging - The House of Flames.
Holding my hand, yet remaining afar;
You make me want to scream.
taught me to say the words of pain.
Of which I'll never mean.
Hurt again by what she felt. Alana screamed at her “ boyfriend.” He would always say or do something that would upset her, and he would never come near her.
When he had angered her, this time every word that past her lips were said to cut. But, they were without reason and cut her back in return. Possibly deeper then she thought.
Can you see,
What this has done to me?
Making me crazy,
Still keeping me sober.
[Staying here just to bleed]
Later at home, away from him. The events came to mind. ‘You fool,’ she screamed and then delivered a punch to her own face. ‘You fucking retard,’ then continued to punch. Stopped only to see that she had taken it too far. Her nose bleed and she could hardly keep balance.
Save my heart.
Kill, if you please.
Teach me to hate you,
Make me cold if you need.
As she made her way to the couch, to rest. ‘You know you cannot she him now, you freak!’ But later thought, ‘I wish that I could hate him. Instead of allowing this to happen.’ Soon the drops of sanity drowned out the self-hatred. She called her “boyfriend” and said.
‘I love you, but you do not seem the same. Teach me to hate you, please.’
Can you see,
What this has done to me?
Making me crazy,
Still keeping me sober.
‘Are you crazy? I never loved you. You only wished this could be true. I will teach you the better of the two. I should cut you and let you bleed!’ He seemed to shout every word.
The words echoed down the halls of her apartment. She was disgraced at herself. He wasn’t lying to her, she remembered. She had wish for something so hard that her little mind made the delusion.
‘Oh.. I remember.. Alana is that ugly dog. She is such a retard.’ Smirked then hung up. She knew what she said was true; to her at least.
I know that I miss you!
[Staying here just to bleed]
Does that mean you could miss me too?
[I'll teach you to see!]
<fades out.>
She stood in front of full length mirror in her room. Having strip off her cloths she could now see both her full body nude, and the damage already done.
Alana smiled as she felt every scar each having their own story. Though they were old, she felt the relevance.
‘You are such a retard, Alana. You try so had but fail. Look at your arms. Every attempt on your life has been recorded.’ her voice was callous, yet calm. Too painful. She turned her head slightly and shut her eyes tight. Her own words had cut.
Blood from her nose made its path down her body, down her leg and then to the ground. It also dripped from her nose.
‘Had enough, retard?’ She fell quiet after those words.
She had was dazed and had tried to get to her bed. But, half way she fell. Blank.
Turns out she had enough.