A Dedication to the End of Everything 1
Hope you like it! Oliver Sykes is huge in my inspiration for this. If you like screamo and have never heard of Bring Me The Horizon, you need to educate yourself. Favorite this if censorship is stupid!
"Ever since this began, I was blessed with a curse..." - Oliver Sykes
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"I've said it once, I've said it twice, I've said it 1000 (f)iretr(uck) times. I'm okay, I'm fine. I'm tired of all this lying. I can't sleep, because you never leave. You're always lingering at the edge of my mind, always in the corner of my eye. There's never a peaceful moment. My heart's constantly racing, it's gonna flat line, and I'll be Dead. You're a hazard to my heart." Your family and boyfriend stared for a second, then burst out laughing. "Oh honey," giggled your mom. "You're always such a drama queen. You'll be fine." Your stomach tightened. These people didn't take you seriously, yet they didn't trust you enough to let you be out of their sight for more than 5 minutes. "I give up on All Of You!" you yelled. Your dad frowned. "Alessandra, there's no need to yell. Go get some sleep and you'll be fine." "And take a cookie!" mom added on. "Oh my God, I live in Candyland," you thought. You knew you had to be one of the most sheltered people ever. You were 15 and your parents still bought you Strawberry Shortcake dolls. "If I'm not free of this place soon, suicide is iminent," you thought blackly.
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When the clock hit 2:34am you were packed and ready to ditch your "Home Sweet Hole." You walked out the door leaving a note that said "This princess is tired of wearing her crown of thorns, your nothing but a blacklist. I won't see you around, I couldn't give a f(iretr)uck. I'd rather slit my wrists than keep in touch. Riddance." You walked down the street, and after that, you didn't know. You wandered around aimlessly, clutching your duffel bag to yourself. You had always heard hitch hiking was dangerous, but at this point, you were so tired you no longer cared. You waved your hand at every car passing by, and was surprised when the car that stopped in front of you, was owned by an obviously rich lady. You exchanged smiles, and she told you to put your bag in the trunk. When you opened it, you shrieked when you found a middle aged man lying there unconscious. "Oh shi(z)t!" exclaimed the lady. "Um. That's my ex-husband. You can just put your bag in the back." "Okay?" you said softly. "Please don't say anything," she asked. "He attacked me and in self-defense I knocked him out with a lamp." "I won't," you said freaked out. "So where are you going?" "Ohio." "That works, I'm going to Canada." "Why?" "Haha, don't worry. I'm not going to bury him. He's wanted up there for rapping at least 3 little girls." "Oh. Okay." You sat in silence for a while after that. Later on, you found out her name was Lourdes and she was 25. The more you talked to her, the more you liked her. By the time you got to Ohio, you were reluctant to leave her. "Bye Lourdes, it's been interesting." "Likewise," she said with a smile. And with that she drove off.
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You walked the streets for awhile, when you ran into a group of scary looking people. "Hey!" one of the girls yelled at you. "Are you lost?" "Um, no. I'm fine thanks." "No use in lying, we can always tell when someone's lost. We're more than happy to help." "Actually, I've got nowhere to go, I had just planned to sleep on a bench." They had a good chuckle over that. It irritated you, "What's so funny?" you said, ticked. "What's a princess like you doing out here? A runaway no doubt." Holy crapple. They could read you like a book. "How do you know all this?" "Sweetheart," said one of the guys. "We are all just like you, just minus the sheltered home life." "Why don't you hang with us a bit?" invited the girl. You stood there for a minute surprised. well, they hadn't mugged you yet, so you decided to let them be responsible for you. Maybe not the smartest choice you ever made, but right now, all you wanted was to sleep. "Okay, I just want to sleep."
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"I've said it once, I've said it twice, I've said it 1000 (f)iretr(uck) times. I'm okay, I'm fine. I'm tired of all this lying. I can't sleep, because you never leave. You're always lingering at the edge of my mind, always in the corner of my eye. There's never a peaceful moment. My heart's constantly racing, it's gonna flat line, and I'll be Dead. You're a hazard to my heart." Your family and boyfriend stared for a second, then burst out laughing. "Oh honey," giggled your mom. "You're always such a drama queen. You'll be fine." Your stomach tightened. These people didn't take you seriously, yet they didn't trust you enough to let you be out of their sight for more than 5 minutes. "I give up on All Of You!" you yelled. Your dad frowned. "Alessandra, there's no need to yell. Go get some sleep and you'll be fine." "And take a cookie!" mom added on. "Oh my God, I live in Candyland," you thought. You knew you had to be one of the most sheltered people ever. You were 15 and your parents still bought you Strawberry Shortcake dolls. "If I'm not free of this place soon, suicide is iminent," you thought blackly.
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When the clock hit 2:34am you were packed and ready to ditch your "Home Sweet Hole." You walked out the door leaving a note that said "This princess is tired of wearing her crown of thorns, your nothing but a blacklist. I won't see you around, I couldn't give a f(iretr)uck. I'd rather slit my wrists than keep in touch. Riddance." You walked down the street, and after that, you didn't know. You wandered around aimlessly, clutching your duffel bag to yourself. You had always heard hitch hiking was dangerous, but at this point, you were so tired you no longer cared. You waved your hand at every car passing by, and was surprised when the car that stopped in front of you, was owned by an obviously rich lady. You exchanged smiles, and she told you to put your bag in the trunk. When you opened it, you shrieked when you found a middle aged man lying there unconscious. "Oh shi(z)t!" exclaimed the lady. "Um. That's my ex-husband. You can just put your bag in the back." "Okay?" you said softly. "Please don't say anything," she asked. "He attacked me and in self-defense I knocked him out with a lamp." "I won't," you said freaked out. "So where are you going?" "Ohio." "That works, I'm going to Canada." "Why?" "Haha, don't worry. I'm not going to bury him. He's wanted up there for rapping at least 3 little girls." "Oh. Okay." You sat in silence for a while after that. Later on, you found out her name was Lourdes and she was 25. The more you talked to her, the more you liked her. By the time you got to Ohio, you were reluctant to leave her. "Bye Lourdes, it's been interesting." "Likewise," she said with a smile. And with that she drove off.
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You walked the streets for awhile, when you ran into a group of scary looking people. "Hey!" one of the girls yelled at you. "Are you lost?" "Um, no. I'm fine thanks." "No use in lying, we can always tell when someone's lost. We're more than happy to help." "Actually, I've got nowhere to go, I had just planned to sleep on a bench." They had a good chuckle over that. It irritated you, "What's so funny?" you said, ticked. "What's a princess like you doing out here? A runaway no doubt." Holy crapple. They could read you like a book. "How do you know all this?" "Sweetheart," said one of the guys. "We are all just like you, just minus the sheltered home life." "Why don't you hang with us a bit?" invited the girl. You stood there for a minute surprised. well, they hadn't mugged you yet, so you decided to let them be responsible for you. Maybe not the smartest choice you ever made, but right now, all you wanted was to sleep. "Okay, I just want to sleep."
2 Comments
wow that was cool wen are you doing a prt 2
idk if uv seen it but the 2nd one is up. i need to do a 3rd soon