There are no more clouds to lie on my back and watch flying over, curing my broken heart as I forget yesterday. The sky holds no meaning for me anymore.
She found me crying by the barn.
"Samara?" She followed the sounds of sobbing, screaming, and mixed hysteria. "Is that you?"
I sat, hugging my knees, head buried under the many miles of ebony hair. Yes, it's me. The very cancer that plagues this world, spreading my disease every waking moment of my futile existence.
She put a comforting hand upon my shoulder. I shrugged it off. Let me alone. You don't know me. Just leave me to my suffering in peace. Peace? I'm never "in peace". I'm constantly at war with myself, forever and always.
I was so ready to end this war. At least, for now. I couldn't deal with her inquiries as to my current reason for being "upset". Withought further acknowledge of her presence, I jumped to my feet and ran, far into the cloudless day.
She shook her head, defeated, and shrank to the ground onto the spot that was previously occupied by me.
"It's hopeless."
…
I found myself then, after only a few minutes of running; at the well. I found my comb in its usual spot, crammed inside of a tiny nook in the less-than-perfect bricks of the well; and took it out. I felt my minuscule form shrink down and come to a halt somewhere on the ground, though I don't remember sitting down. It just happened, as if my body couldn't take the exhausting task of standing any longer. Comb in hand, I raked through that treacherous and absolutely annoying hair I possessed, as Mommy says, "makes me beautiful", so I can't ever cut it off. I combed and combed until there were no more tangles, no more imperfection, until it was sleek and shiny. I did this often when I was upset. I think it's because, when I was younger, Mommy would do the same. She was positively obsessed with my long starless locks.
"Perfect," I sighed to myself. "Flawless. Now, all I have to change is the inside."
I laughed quietly; a hollow, piercing sound that emptied the moment of any remote happiness it might have possessed prior.
Yes, it was hopeless. And somehow, right now, I didn't give a damn.
Breaking Benjamin – "Blow Me Away"
They fall in line
One at a time
Ready to play
(I can't see them anyway)
No time to lose
We've got to move
Steady the helm
(I am losing sight again)
Fire your guns
It's time to run
Blow me away
(I will stay, in the mess I made)
After the fall
We'll shake it off
Show me the way
Only the strongest will survive
Lead me to heaven when we die
I am a shadow on the wall
I'll be the one to save us all
There's nothing left
So save your breath
Lying awake
(Caught inside this tidal wave)
Your cover's blown
No where to go
Only your fate
(Loaded I will walk alone)
Fire your guns
It's time to roll
Blow me away
(I will stay, unless I may)
After the fall
We'll shake it off
Show me the way
Only the strongest will survive
Lead me to heaven when we die
I am the shadow on the wall
I'll be the one to save us all
Wanted it back
(Don't fight me now)
Yeah, I just thought that song fit nicely with the sort of "mood" I was setting towards the ending. So I added it in haha. Well, I hope you liked this, it was just another sort of random story I came up with while listening to music. I think it's one of my better ones. Reviews, please? ;;
Oh, and is it actually against the rules to have lyrics in your story? I wasn't very sure. If it is, then tell me in your review please, and I'll take them out. :3