Mikan looked up at the white ceiling.
Wondering why everything else was covered in red.
Tears spill out of the corner of her eyes.
For a reason she could not remember.
She screamed.
'Bring me to life' by Evanescene
How can you see into
my eyes like open doors Wake me up
inside Call my name and save me from the dark Bid my
blood to run Before I come undone Save me from the
nothing I've become Now that I know what I'm
without Wake
me up inside Call my name and save me from the dark Bid
my blood to run Before I come undone Save me from the
nothing I've become Bring me to life Bring me to
life All
this time I can't believe I couldn't see Wake me up inside Call my name and save me from
the dark Bid my blood to run Before I come undone Save
me from the nothing I've become
Leading you down into my core
Where
I've become so numb without a soul
My spirit sleeping somewhere
cold
Until you find it there and
Lead it back... home...Wake me up inside
You can't just leave me
Breathe into me and make me
real
Bring me to life
Wake me up inside
Frozen inside without your touch
Without
your love darling
Only you are the life among the dead
Kept in the dark but you
were there in front of me
I've been sleeping a thousand years it
seems
Got to open my eyes to everything
Without a thought
without a voice without a soul
Don't let me die here
There must
be something more
Bring me to life
10 years later
Mikan could never really fixate her mind on her past; Her whole body would go numb and waves of pain would lap over her senses until she stopped thinking about it completely.
Mikan was now 15 years old, and quite frankly had no care what-so-ever of the world.
Every day time would pass and during that time she would wonder what way would she die.
Would she always be alone?
Mikans worse fear was always the dark it would bring this feeling.
This feeling had no words; consuming her whole body it would leave her feeling nauseous and paranoid.
She hated it.
Mikans P.O.V
Time usually moves easily while I'm at school, no one really notices me.
It was like I wasn't there, even the teachers eyes would slid pass my seat as if it were empty.
Its not like I dislike it, in fact I could say being alone was the best thing that could ever happen to me in school.
It gave me the time to think and self evaluate.
But I guess some time's it could be a bad thing.
Well I used to have a best friend but she left and took the almost remaining life force I had.
So I call myself a dead walking person thingy, you could call me a zombie I wouldn't care.
I never really look in the mirror there's usually nothing important to see just my reflection.
It's a fact that I have
Straight.
Full.
Brown annoying hair that always goes in my face.
I have pale skin that almost has the same tone as paper; you could easily tell 'I don't go out much'.
With Brown eyes.
…
O.k. maybe I've looked in the mirror a few times.
(Line)
Everything was black, black and empty.
Faint sound s started floating in the air still nothing no pictures appeared.
"HE'S A MONSTER!!!" a deep voice roared
The little boy took an intake of breath when he felt his head ringing with unbearable pain.
He looked down he was kneeling in a pool of warm fresh blood.
Tears stung his eyes he looked up and saw the white ceiling.
He didn't understand what was going on.
He started shaking.
His breath increasing he couldn't understand.
He couldn't take it.
He screamed.
That was eleven years ago. And that boy was now 16.