A/N: This is gust a quick one writers block is still being stupid. Kind of inspiered by Set It Off's hush hush.
Disclaimer: Don't own Young Dracula if I did everything would be different.
It had been only a few years since he took the position but everything seemed too much for Vlad.
He barely slept was an all around mess care and his lids were heavy set thou no one seemed to care. It felt like he had stepped on a few of the cracks he had tried to avoid.
It seemed he had lost the will to live or rather unlive but again because he got on with things ether no one cared, noticed or cared to notice.
It was like something was hunting him a silent demon that was on the prowl but all his cries were ignored.
Why do I bother? I waged a war on life but wave in defeat. I take down the lights and soldier on my feet. I wait for the day I can shout I'm free. But why do I give in. I know it's not the only answer. I run away to save my own skin but then again maybe soon this will all be a distant memory.
He just lade many times wondering what fighting back was for as there was no one to tell him not to give them a chance to knock you down so things kept on getting worse.
Until the day came he finally snapped.
All hell broke loose and the world was plunged into darkness.
Why do I give in, When I know it's not the only answer, Run away to save my skin, When my angst is growing like a cancer, And oh the things we'll say, When we're standing in our way, Maybe soon this all will be, A distant memory.