eternally_lost2

One Night Stand No More: Chap. 1

2007-12-11T08:23:33Z

Summary: Drunk and left by yourself, what to do? Get lead off by some stranger that’s what! What if that stranger wasn’t a stranger? Find out!

Disclaimer: Don’t own. The great Joe Murray does! ~bows down before him~ Anyways, I only own my OCs but I don’t own myself. Odd….

Warning: Extreme slash! Don’t like; don’t read. Some annoying the hell out of Edward (you know you want to too!), self-mutilation, death mentioned, angst, lemon, abuse, and other stuff I can’t think of.
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Chapter 1: Drunken Mystery

Edward looked out over the sea of people dancing to the hypnotizing techno beat. He sighed from his place by the bar and his third Cosmopolitan. He still could not figure out how his friend dragged him here then left him to rot.

‘She’s off dancing with some random guy while I collect dust here. Jerk.’ he thought with disdain as he picked up his drink and gulped the rest of it down. ‘Leaves me alone then goes off and enjoys herself. Some friend she is.’ Edward continued to sulk as he watched all the happy people enjoy themselves.

Three years after he left Prickly Pines, he moved to a city, not a big crowded city, but a city nonetheless. He was on his own when first got there and lived in a shitty apartment. He hated his incredibly low-paying job. Seriously, the cockroaches were richer than he was! Moreover, the worst part was, he was afraid and alone.

But that all changed when he met Shay! She had him move in with her, after seeing his apartment. Got him a new, better paying, much more likable job where she worked. Owning her own store, she made quite a lot. Now, the best part is, he wasn’t alone anymore.

Back to reality, Edward scouted the vast sea of people, hoping to find his friend somewhere among the masses, but nearly jumped out of his skin when a voice called from behind him.

“Looking for me?” said a young girl, no older than 22, with long reddish-brown hair and crystal-blue eyes.

Edward turned so fast he swore he heard something pop, “WHERE THE HELL WERE YOU!?!!” he screamed at the person in front of him, though it came out as a dull roar thanks to the music blaring in the air.

Fixing her black mini-skirt, she replied, “I was enjoying myself, something you should try. Who knows, you might like it. Plus, the guys here are hot…. And a few are gay.” she gave him an evil, knowing, smirk.

“I don’t CARE! I WANT to go home!” he said, shifting his position a little to get more comfortable. A little skin showed from this action, when his tight black T-shirt moved with him. His skin-tight black jeans left nothing, and I mean NOTHING, to the imagination.

“We are NOT going home! You NEED to have some fun!! Now enjoy yourself otherwise we’re never leaving!” with that, she turned around and stomped off into the crowd of people. Edward lost sight of her and her black halter-top after a few seconds.

“Yo Brad! A gin and tonic.” he called to the bartender. He figured he might as well get as drunk as possible and wait for Shay to take him home.

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To say Edward was a little drunk would be an understatement. To say he was so drunk that he couldn’t see straight and he thought that the martini glass next to him was a living being would be right on the money. His black jeans were slipping down his slender waist, showing of his dark maroon panties and his nice lithe physique. His black T-shirt rode up his taunt stomach and his crystal tie was loose on his long, pale neck.

“Y-yo Bra-ad. Ano-other!” Edward slurred out as he wobbly stood from his place at the bar.

“I think you had enough Eddie. Why don’t you have some water instead?” Brad asked as he filled another drink order for a different customer.

“I-I’ll tell y-you when I’ve ha-ad eno-ough!” Edward slurred as he pushed off from the counter of the bar and started to, shakily, make his way to the dance floor.

“Hey, wanna dance?” a tall, tan, and very handsome figure asked Edward from behind. His hot breath tickling the back of Edward’s slender neck.

Turning around, and almost falling, Edward looked up at the person talking to him. “Y-you look fami-iliar. Have I me-et you be-fore?” he asked the mysterious guy leading him to the middle of the dance floor.

“Me? Maybe, who knows, right?” the figure laughed out as he wrapped his lanky yet muscular arms around Edward’s thin waist and started swaying to the music.

Edward just mumbled something unintelligible, hooked his arms around the mystery man’s neck, and let the mystery man move him to the throbbing music. He rested his head on the broad chest of the person holding him and breathed in the scent. ‘Smells like…banana bread. Sweet.’ he thought absentmindedly as he curled his fingers around the dark brown hair of the sweet-smelling man dancing with him.

“Hey, Edward. Wanna get out of here?” the seemingly mystery man asked. His sandy-brown lips right next to Edward’s marble-white ear.

‘Did I tell him my name?’ Edward wondered as his he bobbed up and down. Never leaving the man’s well sculpted, forest-green, T-shirt clad chest. ‘Must have… so familiar. That voice…. So soothing.’ he rambled on in his drunken mind, as he was lead to the door; a dark brown tail wrapped around his waist.

So Complicated: Chapter 2

2007-12-02T05:46:39Z

Samsonite: I’m Soooooooooooooooo HAPPY! ~does happy dance~
Dominic: She’s … happy ‘cuz So Complicated gets to continue. Yay…. ~says with lack of enthusiasm~
Samsonite: MEAN!!! Anyway, to yaoi-fied, THANX YOU!!! My first reviewer! I luv you now… ~huggles~ ^.^ But this isn’t mary-sue. I just couldn’t think up a name (I wrote the first chap. At 3am. Gimme a break!) therefore, I used my old nicknames from school….. Which is weird ‘cuz my real name is Kida. >_> But I digress, Sami and I are different. She’s sorta like my alter ego. Samsonite and Sami just kept with me since pre-K and, well, I’m lazy and tired of correcting people! So if anyone wants me to change her name to something else tell me and give me some ideas ‘cuz I suck at names. >_< Just look at what I named my story muse…
Dominic: HEY!!
Samsonite: Sorry. Also to thrnbrooke, I’m glad you’re interested! And I won’t answer your question for it would spoil the story! And to paigeey07, glad you’re interested too! Here’s more! Lilith sorry I confused you, even if it isn’t hard, and more knowledge for you! ^_^ Last but not least, rin231, I’m glad I got your attention! Now I have to hold it. ~grins~
Dominic: On. With. It!!
Samsonite: Okay! Here’s the 2nd Chap. of So Complicated. Enjoy! ^.^

Disclaimer: I don’t own anything J.K.R. does unless….. ~buys plane ticket, tightrope wire, and balloons~ Anyways I only own me! ….Okay I don’t even own myself but that’s not my fault!

Summary: Who’s the new Defense Against the Dark Arts (DADA) and 6th year Potions teacher? What dark secrets does she hide? How does she know Draco Malfoy? And how the bloody hell does Harry Potter get involved in all this?!

Warnings: This fanfic IS slash people!!! So if you don’t like don’t read! The rating has gone up since I don‘t think this qualifies as “T” anymore. Abuses, adult language, SLASH, and that’s it for now.… I think.
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Chapter 2: Leaving Once Again (part 1)

‘Two more hours. Just two more ‘til I get to leave this hell hole!’ thought a young man with unruly black locks and unbelievably bight jade eyes.

Not that you could see his eyes since the only light in the room came from a crack under the small door. Said light came from the barely rising sun, so pretty much it was pitch black in the small, dusty, insect infested, cupboard under the stairs.

Harry sighed; he hated coming back to Privet Drive every summer. Over the years, the treatment from the Dursleys’ has gotten better… and worse. Uncle Vernon was still as mean and fat as ever except for he’s now more violent and abusive then before 4th year. Aunt Petunia was still a grouchy old woman but simply ignored Harry’s existence.

However the biggest and weirdest, in Harry’s opinion, was in Dudley. His actions towards Harry did an Ollie (A/N: Skateboard reference; can’t help it. ^.^ ;;) and now he was secretly helping Harry whenever he can. Of course, at the beginning he was suspicious as to why Dudley helped him.

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“Boy! Boy get your lazy arse over here!!” Vernon yelled from the kitchen.

‘What did I do now?’ Harry silently asked himself as he got up from the freshly vacuumed, living room floor.

Walking through the doorway that led to the kitchen Harry winced as a fist collided with his abdomen. He fell to the floor gasping for air while holding his stomach in pain.

“We took you in and this how you repay us!?!!” Uncle Vernon made a slight hand motion the breadbox and Harry’s eyes widened as he realized what Vernon had meant.

Last night Harry snuck out of the cupboard to get something to eat since the last meal he ate was about a week ago. He took some bread out of the breadbox and some butter out of the fridge figuring no one would notice. He was wrong.

‘Shit. Shit! Shit! SHIT! I’m dead.’ he thought as Vernon raised his meaty hand to strike him again.

“I took the bread and butter, Dad. Sorry,” a voice said from the doorway leading in from the patio.

Vernon stopped his hand just before it smashed into Harry’s temple. Both Harry and Vernon turned to see who had said that. And saw Dudley walking across the room towards them.

“I got hungry last night and came down for a snack. I didn’t mean to for it to be a federal offense or anything.” Dudley went over to the breadbox and took a piece of rye bread out. He started nibbling on it while waiting for his father’s reply.

“You took the bread?” Vernon asked and received a nod from Dudley, who was still nibbling on his bread.

After that Vernon put his fist down and straightened up. Then, started making his way to the doorway to the living room to watch the telly.

‘I’m saved! I’m not dead! I--’ Harry’s little happy rant was interrupted by Uncle Vernon’s parting words.

“You’re lucky boy; but you’re not out of the woods yet. Mess up again and it will be your last mistake in this house.” Vernon disappeared from sight, past the doorway.

“You okay, Harry?” Dudley asked from Harry’s left side.

‘When did he get here? And more importantly WHY is he helping me?!’ Harry wondered as Dudley helped him up and into the kitchen chair.

“Yeah, I’m fine. Why did you help me?” he asked meekly as Dudley checked him over for injuries.

“I got tired. That’s all.” he smiled and left the room. Leaving Harry to his thoughts.

‘Tired? What did he mean by that?’ Harry couldn’t think of what the underlying meaning meant at the time but he would soon find out.

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However, two years of helping him with injuries, work, and nourishment Harry started trusting Dudley’s new change in attitude. Now they conversed with sibling-like casualty but only in secret. If Aunt Petunia ever found out Dudley would be in trouble and Harry waist deep in cow shit (manure). They didn’t even want to THINK about what Vernon would do to them if he ever found out. So they kept their new found “relationship” (A/N: NOT INCEST!!!!) a secret and acted “normally” around Vernon and Petunia.

Harry was so deeply lost in his thoughts that he didn’t hear the slight rapping at his cupboard door.

“Harry? Harry!” called a rasping voice from outside the door. Harry went to open it, after recognizing the familiar voice.

“What is it Dudley?” he asked, also in a rasping voice so not to be heard by unwanted ears.

“Came to wish you a happy birthday, mate. And to give you this before you left.” Dudley replied with a smile. He also pulled a small chocolate cupcake with a lit red-striped candle on top.

Looking at the clock, Harry realized that it had been two hours since he last checked. ‘Wow, I really must have been out of it if I let two hours pass me like that.’ Harry mused.

“Thanks, mate.” Harry gave his own little smile as he accepted the offered cupcake.

“Make a wish and blow out the candle.”

‘Wish. Wish. Wish. I don’t know. Umm….. WAIT! I got it!’ with his wish firmly in mind, Harry blew out his candle and hoped his wish would come true.

“C’mon now. You hav’ta get ready to go.” Dudley said as he got up and dusted himself off.

“Right. I’ll see you next summer Dudley.” Harry said while getting his things together and packed.

“Don’t forget to write. You know how Dad loves those owls.” they both chuckled lightly at those fun memories.

“Yea…. I’ll write when you learn how to read.” Harry teased as he pulled out his trunk from the cupboard under the stairs.

“Very funny, smartass. I know how to read…. I just choose not to.” Dudley grinned. Everyone thought he was stupid and had dyslexia when, in reality, he was very sharp and quite intelligent. He just figured that if everyone believed he was dumb as a post, why disappoint them?

“You know me: Mr. Funny; always there to make ‘em laugh.” Harry grinned right back at him while wearing a clean set of clothes. He was wearing a simple black T-shirt with denim jeans and a pair of old faded-white trainers. He looked hot; his Quidditch acquired muscles and garden-work induced tan giving him the ’I’m-hot-but-I-don’t-know-I’m-hot-date-rape-me’ (A/N: Poor Harry! He’s too hot for his own good! ~plots rape~ (=< ) look.

“See ya, Harry.” Dudley said as Harry dragged his trunk, making sure not to wake anyone, to the front door where Ron was supposed to meet him.

“Bye.” was all he said as he opened the door and sure enough there was Ron, waiting for him…. in his father’s flying car.

‘Not again’ Harry mentally groaned at seeing the sky blue, beat-up, hovering car.

“Hey Harry!” Ron yelled while waving through the window.

Harry gave one last look back at the house to see Dudley in the window, waving him off. Smiling and giving a small wave, Harry loaded up his stuff in the back of the car. Then, he took his seat in the passengers’ side next to Ron.

“This isn’t going to be a repeat of 2nd year, is it?” Harry asked, looking very wary as the car started to take off.

Grinning, Ron just replied, “We could only hope.” before speeding off into the rising Sun; with the invisibility shield on.

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Kida: Okay people, I’m gonna be using my state-giving name instead of my nicknames so no one gets confused anymore with me and Sami (the character) being the same person.
Dominic: Kida… ~sniggers~
Kida: It ain’t THAT funny! And I’m officially putting my stories on aff.net before anywhere else! ^.^
Dominic: Perverts ‘R’ us central.
Kida: Yeeep! Got a problem with it? ~quirks eyebrow~
Dominic: Yes, yes I do. First of all, this is pathetic! You’re sick and about to have surgery and you’re writing porn!
Kida: 1) my surgery is awhile away and 2) its pre-porn.
Dominic: Whatever! It’s not even straight pre-porn it yaoi! ~says with distaste~
Kida: What’s WRONG with yaoi!!
Dominic: It’s DISGUSTING!
Kida: ~gasp~ =O You shouldn’t of said that.
Dominic: Why?
GET HIM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Dominic: Huh? AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
~hoard of angry yaoi fan girls chase Dominic…. With sharp objects~
Kida: You NEVER insult yaoi. It’s a basic rule. I’m gonna join in the chase but before I do…~grins~ Review, flame, or whatev. Until then….. Ja ne! ~joins in the hoard~ YOU’LL PAY DOMINIC!!!!!

So Complicated: Chapter 1

2007-12-01T02:32:08Z

Okay people, this is my first fan fiction EVER!!! So tell what you think: continue, stop, or NEVER WRITE AGAIN!!!!!!!!! I rely on you, the readers, to tell me if I’m cut out for fan fiction. Okay on with the summary and disclaimers!!! …And the story… ^.^

Disclaimer: I don’t own nothing J.K.R. does unless….. ~goes get duck tape, CD player, and a Pairs Hilton CD~ >=) Anyways I only own me! ….Okay I don’t even own myself but that’s not my fault!

Summary: Who’s the new Defense Against the Dark Arts (DADA) and 6th year Potions teacher? What dark secrets does she hide? How does she know Draco Malfoy? And how the bloody hell does Harry Potter get involved in all this?!

Warnings: This fanfic IS slash people!!! So if you don’t like don’t read! The rating will keep going up in my story but for now it’s rated “T” for some swearing… I think ~grins~, implied abuse, and that’s it for this chap.

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Chapter 1: Introducing Sami!!!!

Walking across a giant and richly furnished parlor room, Draco sat down on a plush emerald green armchair. Making sure that the other presence in the room knew he was in an incredibly foul mood, he sat down with a resounding huff and crossed his arms over his well-sculpted chest, lean muscles that looked as if he got them only playing Quidditch. When in reality, he had to work-out and train twice as hard as any other player on his team(And yet the other players STILL had more muscles than him). Even then a flimsy T-shirt could make all his hard earned muscles disappear, like this ‘evil’ white T-shirt was doing to him right now.

Looking up from her book, Encyclopedia Horrifica, deep silted onyx eyes with streaks of gold in the irises (A/N: kinda like a cat's eyes), peered at the clearly distraught silver-blond haired boy with soul piercing eyes. The young girl with jet-black hair that ended a little below her waist, with two triangular ears on the top of her head as black as her hair but the tips were silvery-white, sighed. Then, placing her skull decorated bookmark on the page she was on, before closing said book and placing it on a nearby end-table.

The young girl lounging in a Slytherin green couch across from Draco, had a light sandy brown skin complexion that could pass for rosy-pink in the right light. She wore a sapphire blue, long-sleeved shirt and a pair of dark blue denim jeans, custom-fit for her long jet-black tail with the end colored a silvery-white, same as her ears. Her tail was currently wrapped around her mid-section and her feet tucked under her.

‘Shouldn’t even bother.’ She thought as she watched Draco put up quite the act about his world, as he knew it, come to an end. ‘Nope, not gonna ask. Not.. going.. to.. ask…. DANMMIT!’ She sighed as she gave up on trying to ignore her natural protectiveness over Draco’s mental, physical, and emotional well-being.

Sighing once more, she reluctantly asked, “What’s the matter, Dray?” ‘Not that I don’t already know the answer.‘ She added in her mind.

Glaring at her, Draco answered with a sneer, “You know ‘what’s the matter’ Sami,” venom dripped of the name.

Uh-oh. Public name. Not good. Sami thought, panic rising through her mind. ‘He only uses my public name when he’s extremely pissed off. Run. Must run away!’ Sami’s muscles tensed as she prepared to jump and run away if Draco makes any movements toward her.

“I refuse to allow you to go back to Hogwarts.” Draco finished, intently watching Sami tense and look around for a way to make a fast escape if needed. Then, to his surprise, her body and facial expression change from panicked and tense to angry and still tense but with anger not fear. ‘Something happened. What did I say? …Oh bloody hell.’ Realizing what he said to her, he prepared for the inevitable…

‘He did NOT just say that I couldn’t go to Hogwarts without his ‘permission’?! Oh fuck that! I’ll tell him where to shove his ‘permission‘!!’ Sami’s teeth were grinding against each other to suppress her increasing rage. She finally couldn’t take it and let her self go.

“YOU ‘REFUSE TO ALLOW ME TO GO BACK TO HOGWARTS’ HMM?!” She seethed, and Draco could only tremble at what he had unleashed. “HOW DARE YOU?! HOW DARE YOU! FIRST I HAVE TO DEAL WITH LULU DISAPPROVING AND HIS ‘PERSUASION’ TECHNIQUES. NOW I HAV’TA DEAL WITH YOU AGAIN TO?! I THOUGHT YOU WERE OVER THIS! BUT NOOOOO, YOU JUST HAVE TO KEEP ON PUSHING ME, DON’T YOU? DON’T YOU?!”

By the time she was finished, she was pacing back and forth with her hands raised above her head. Her tail swishing back and forth behind her angrily, her ears flat on her head, and her eyes glowing bright scarlet in rage. Draco knew, from his hiding spot behind the emerald armchair, that he really, REALLY shouldn’t of said what he said.

‘Damn, she’s boiling mad now. Fucking scary animagi. Okay, okay…I can calm her down……Just have to be careful.’ He concluded. He stood up from behind the armchair, white-blond hair and silver eyes peeking out from behind, and said, in a quiet voice, “I’m sorry.”

He would never apologize to anyone, except for her. “Samsonite, you’re right. I should be over this… but…” He sighed stepping out from behind the armchair, after he was sure she was calm enough not to attack him.

After hearing him apologize, and using her private name, Sami calmed down but was still very pissed off. Her tail stopped swishing so vigorously then before and her eyes were going back to their normal brown-gold. However, her ears were still laying flat on her onyx hair and some red still lingered around the edges of her eyes.

“But what Dray? Why are you so against me coming to Hogwarts? Please… please tell me.” She pleaded with him in a soft tone she reserved only for him and sometimes ‘Cissa.

She reached for his hand, while she was talking she made her way over to him on the couch. Draco look into her eyes and saw only love, concern, and worry. ‘She’s so…’ He sighed, not able to think of a word that could even begin to describe this girl he loved so much. ‘I could search for a thousand years and learn hundreds of languages and never come close to find anything that matched her.’

“I don’t want you to get hurt.” He said honestly but not all the way truthful as to why. (A/N: Did that make sense?? O.o)

‘Doesn’t want me to get hurt? He’s hiding something…’ Sami shifted her body so she was completely facing Draco and wrapped her tail around their hands. “Dray…You know I won’t get hurt… Okay I probably will but I can protect myself. Plus, I’m still breathing after all these years with Lulu and I’m still alive after TWO encounters with old Moldy-butt! I think I can handle some rowdy teens.” They both laughed at her nicknames for Draco’s father, Lucius Malfoy, and the Dark Lord.

“I know, I know,” He said with a smile but all to quickly his face went back to a solemn expression, “but what if someone finds out who you are, what you are. You’ll be exposed, the Dark Lord will want you to spy on Harry while at Hogwarts and you be ridiculed. I don’t want to see you suffer anymore than you have to.” Draco looked pleadingly into her eyes, only sincerity and sorrow showed in those tear-filled mercury eyes. He squeezed her hand slightly as if to emphasize his point.

‘Oh.. Dray…’ She let go of his hand and brought him into a warm embrace, wrapping her tail around them, as if to keep them safe from everything evil and every bad memory. “I didn’t know… I’m so sorry, Dray. Why didn’t you tell me sooner??” Sami moved back a little but still kept a firm grip around Draco’s neck.

“Because I’m stupid and proud. That‘s why.” Was Draco’s simple answer. He pulled her back to him, his hands securely around her waist. He let his head drop to the crook of her neck and let himself relax as she rubbed his head soothingly. ‘Ahhh……. So nice. Why can’t it always ….be like …this? Why… can’t….’ Draco didn’t even get to finish that thought as he drifted of into a dreamless sleep, filled with a welcomed nothingness.

‘Poor Dray. So tired. So sad.’ Sami smiled sadly as she continued to pet Draco’s silky locks. ‘Why can’t they leave me alone? They know where I stand but…’ She sighed, realizing that no matter what she did or say they wouldn‘t let her go.

After several more minutes, Sami gently removed herself from Draco and laid him down on the couch. Snapping her left thumb and index finger together a deep, forest-green, silk blanket appeared in front of her. Taking said blanket out of the air, she laid it over the soundlessly sleeping Slytherin Prince.

‘Sleep well Draco… For tomorrow we go back to Hogwarts….. A student and a teacher.’ Was the last thought she had as she walked out of the quiet parlor room, save for the light snores coming from the sleeping ‘snake‘, and to her room…. in the dungeons.

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Samsonite: O.o Man, my first chappie completed. DON’T KILL ME!!! ~hides~

Dominic: I thought this was slash? ~quirks eyebrow~

Samsonite: It is…. Just not yet ~says from hiding spot~

Dominic: Sorry ‘bout her. She’s afraid of your reactions…. And she doesn’t want to die… apparently. ~shrugs~

Samsonite: I don’t wanna die…. yet.

Dominic:…Right… Anyway, tell us what you think. If the majority (2/3s vote) doesn’t like it she’s stop.

Samsonite: ~whimpers~

Dominic: And vice versa. So review, flame, ignore, whatever. I’m just her story muse. Until then… Ja ne! ~waves~

Save Me

2007-09-21T04:51:22Z

Are you here to save me?
Or throw me out the door?
The rain, it patters gently
Compared to the insults you pour

I have nowhere to turn
Its all about the crash and burn
I see my death, I see my fall
I'll crash, I'll burn, fearing tomorrow's dawn

I'm worthless, fallen, turned into Shadow
I'm dizzy and in pain, can't think, can't breath
My heart is stone, iced in solitude
My hair is soaking wet, my tears disappear

Are you here to save me?
Or is your love something I dreamed?

I don't care if you don't think I exist
I'll just sit here and slit my wrists
The pain, its blinding me -
Maybe I wasn't supposed to fall

It's not too late to save me
It's not too late to care
It's not too late to grab my hand
Before I fall into despair

I have nowhere to turn
It's all about the crash and burn
I see my death, I see my fall

I'll crash, I'll burn, fearing tomorrow's dawn

My Blood Runs Red

2007-09-20T05:08:33Z

I don't have a history
My past is some old mystery
I don't know what happened before
Do I really care anymore?
Can't I be someone other than me?
Someone you haven't made me out to be
You've called me bitch, called me whore
I got my gun and I'm knocking at your door
And I put my gun up to my chest
One shot – its over – I can get some rest

Dropping blood… stains the walls…
Is it mine…?
Can it tell me all that I wanna know?
Can it show me where I need to go?
Yeah, you stare at me in disbelief
Call 9-1-1 and wish for relief
I laugh, choke, and spit blood from my throat
Letting it stain my treasured trench-coat
Each and everyday is too much for me
So I'll cry, I'll die, isn't this what you wanted to see?
Stop your shrieks, this is what you told me to do
It's not suicide when the murderer's you
The pain is building behind my eyes
Will it take me off to Paradise?
Sirens scream and flashing lights
Interrupt the silence of the night
I'll go and never return
Leaving you with a lesson unlearned
And I'll sing:

Dropping blood… stains the walls…
Is it mine…?
Can it tell me all that I wanna know?
Can it show me where I need to go?

I walk down Heaven's way
Just like I did back in the day
That was before I knew
How much of me was in you
You swear you hate my soul
Saying I was cold – saying I was coal
Each day and all day
I go down the path but I don't pray
God kicked me out of Heaven and said
I'd wake up in a hospital bed
I was singing:

Dropping blood… stains the walls…
Is it mine…?
Can it tell me what I wanna know?
Can it tell me where I need to go?

I wake up and I see you there
Sleeping without a care
Wouldn't you love to know what I do?
Even if you hate me, I'll always love you
So cold, your lips on mine
So tired, wasting my time
Blood stains my fingertips now
Makes me wonder why and how
I remember being so sad
Shooting the gun that my father had
Don't you see? Everything in me is dead
Yet somehow, my blood runs red
Like yours…?
Am I alive…?
Why didn't I die…?
I should be dead
I shot me dead
Why aren't I dead…?
Guess it's 'cause my blood runs red

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One Night Stand No More: Chap. 1

So Complicated: Chapter 2

So Complicated: Chapter 1

Save Me

My Blood Runs Red

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