A/N: A song-fic, but not really. It's based off of Second Hand Faith by Emilie Autumn. If you look for it on youtube, I suggest the video by WingedZephyr. They have almost all of her songs up, with beautiful pictures, and wonderfully timed lyrics. Trust me. They are who you wanna see.

Anywho~ Each chapter will be short, and titled with a line from the song. I may or may not skip the chorus once i've done it once. I have an idea, but I'm not finished writing this yet. Each line will be in order. Anyways, enjoy!

EDIT: Whoops, wrong one. Fixed now.


I'll take my hope where I can find it


The window advertised all sorts of strange dealings. Fortune tellings, Tarot reading, palm reading...a regular old gypsy-like store. What was different, was the decor. The window's words were a neat script, looking hand written onto the window. The curtains pulled off to one side were not some gaudy, flashy thing designed to catch the eye, but were a soft gray with black tinted tassles. The waiting room has a mismatched set of comfy looking arm chairs. One was purple and looked a tad understuffed. The other, an old green thing, like a luxury sultan's chair that had seen much better days.

He steps into the sketchy little store as he had once a week for the past month.

The bell jingles.