Disclaimer: I do not own Maximum Ride or Linkin Park, obviously.
Song used is "waiting for the end" : )
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My emotionless eyes are staring at the plain, white wall begging it to open up into the night sky and suck me away. Yup, that bad.. Fang had left just a week ago and I've been trying to stay strong, but I've been broken inside. I just keep reminding myself that this isn't the end.
This is not the end,This is not the beginning,
Just a voice like a riot rocking every revision
but you listen to the tone and the violent rhythm,
Though the words sound steady,Something empty's within 'em,
And that is exactly what it felt like, all my words were empty. I was just going through the motions. I crumble on top of my bed and clutch at the sheets, suppressing a scream in my throat, making a strangled animal sound.
We say "Yeah!"With fists flying up in the air,
Like we're holding onto somethingThat's invisible there,'
Cause we're living at the mercy of the pain and the fear
until we dead it, forget it,Let it all disappear.
My eyes drooped close, and I let the nostalgia wash over me and take me under a deep spell. A hallucination.
Waiting for the end to come...
Wishing I had strength to stand...
This is not what I had planned...
It's out of my control...
Flying at the speed of life
thoughts were spinning in my head.
So many things were left unsaid.
It's hard to let you go...
I opened my eyes after what felt like a split second, and saw a dark figure standing against the white wall.
"Fang?" The whisper tumbles involuntarily out of my mouth.
He cautiously steps forward with nimble feet and joy overtakes me. I jump off the bed and leap over to him in two long strides. He quickly backs away, not allowing me to touch him.
"Fang?" This time not a whisper, but a tone of confusion with a hint of hurt.
(Oh!) I know what it takes to move on,
I know how it feels to lie,
All I wanna do is trade this life for something new,
Holding on to what I haven't got
As I reach forward my hands grasp at nothing but air. Everything suddenly goes dark and my eyes feel glued shut. I manage to force them open and find myself standing in the middle of the kitchen. Complete and utter darkness surrounds me. Had I been dreaming? I I feel my way to the table and sit in one of the wooden chairs.
Sitting in an empty room
trying to forget the past
This was never meant to last,
I wish it wasn't so...
(Oh!) I know what it takes to move on,
I know how it feels to lie,
All I wanna do is trade this life for something new
Holding on to what I haven't got!
I vow as of now, all my priorities are of the Flock and the Flock only, since he is no longer a member of the Flock, push all thoughts of him out of my head. No more moping around, no more pitying myself. No more.
What was left when the fire was gone?
I thought I found right but that right was wrong.
All caught up in the eye of the storm.
I'm trying to figure out what it's like - moving on.
And I don't even know what kind of things I've said,
My mouth kept moving and my mind went dead.
So picking up the pieces, now, where to begin?
The hardest part of ending is starting all again.
And that is what I was doing, starting over.
All I wanna do is trade this life for something new,
Holding on to what i haven't got!..
Now I let it go. I let all of my love for Fang drift off into the stuffy kitchen room air. So romantic, right?
This is not the end,
This is not the beginning,
Just a voice like a riot rocking every revision
But you listen to the tone and the violet rhythm,
Though the words sound steady,Something empty's within 'em
(Holding on to what I haven't got!)
And now I was at peace with the fact that I was forever alone. Happy even, to say the least. I tapped my fingers on the table for a while until I decided to climb back into my sheets, I looked at the wrinkled fabric and smoothed it out. A new beginning.
We say "Yeah!"With fists flying up in the air,
Like we're holding onto something That's invisible there,
'Cause we're living at the mercy of the pain and the fear
Until we get it, forget it,Let it all disappear!
(Holding on to what I haven't got!)
My eyes shut, and for the first time In what felt like ages, I had a restful nights sleep. No more worries, no more fears, definitely not shedding anymore tears.
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Now time for my super, amazaynly, phenominially, extraordinharryly, brilliamly, fabulouisly long authors note:
For any of you who know me, I haven't updated in pretty much six months. I kinda gave up because my stories sucked that much. If you were following any of them, sorry cuz' they're gone now! Maybe I'll try again soon, or not..
I'm watching one of those cheesy old tv shows in case you were wondering, probably not.
Well, happy Valentine's day! As you can tell I'm a lonely heart, join the club.I mainly don't like it because so many roses are murdered on this day. I showed off my support by wearing all black today with rose tights, go Anti-Valentine's day!
As you can tell this is not a fluffy story, but a partly happy ending maybe? Sorry if that disappointed you.
alright! Question time: what kind of love is the sweetest to you?
My answer- I absolutely adore old love. It's the most beautiful thing to me. I'm a cheesy piece of corn. Okay EW disregard that. Sounded so much better in my head.
So have fun answering the question while reviewing this little story (haha see what I did there? : ) ) love?hate?go ahead, tell me, don't be shy! : )
thanks 333