The two with in
Walls
By Ricka Kiba
Have you ever heard a song that got stuck in your head. Of course, you have. Was it Punk, folk, Jazz, pop, classical, a soft song, a loud song, a song that made you angry or sad? I remember every song I've ever heard. I'm not talking just a tune or a verse I remember the entire song. Some call this memory I have a curse some call it a blessing. I can't make up my mind! I tried to stop listening to music, it didn't work I hear music in the wind, walls and sky. The music pulls me to It; even when I sing the song with my voice the music controls me. Some times I wonder if it is my voice, if I have any control. When I was little and my mom was alive, she sent me to all these doctors, psychiatrists, and freaks. Tying to fix my mind, she wanted me to be normal just like the other kids. I guess she was so worried about my health, she forgot about hers. My mom died at age 24. I wonder I wonder how much time I have left. In my short meaningless life. Life. My mind is like a computer with songs downloaded on to the hard drive. Rika sounds like a great name for a computer! You know Macs, Pcs, how bout Rika? People made fun of me when I told them about my problem, as a little kid. So I stopped I put up walls so they could not see the real me. I wonder if there are any others like me who had to put up walls. I Guess I finely fond out what I am! I am Ricka the music the music within the walls.
Sorry, I guess I should introduce my self. I'm Rika the holder of a curse, the bearer of a secret. In my family for generations. But nobody ever lasts long in my family. The sadness, some times is overwhelming, consuming. But some times anger takes control. And so and so does the music. So here I am in Japan searching for another like me ..no, I am seeking me.
Akitos pov
Do know watt it feels like to be cursed to know that you will die WELLLL do you! Oh course you don't! Nobody does .I will die young like all core of the curse bearers before me. WITH ALL THIS MAGIC AND HATRED IN US HOW COUD WE LIVE LONG .I don't want to act this way angry, even evil I guess so. Every one seems to hate me. they all wish they have been whishing . I would die soon very soon .I will die inside in a cage of unfilled whishes, dreams, hopes . I will be stuck in side, I am always stuck in side . Unwanted .I gess the unused weapon perished with in to dust, in side the walls all-alone.
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Walls
By Ricka Kiba
Have you ever heard a song that got stuck in your head. Of course, you have. Was it Punk, folk, Jazz, pop, classical, a soft song, a loud song, a song that made you angry or sad? I remember every song I've ever heard. I'm not talking just a tune or a verse I remember the entire song. Some call this memory I have a curse some call it a blessing. I can't make up my mind! I tried to stop listening to music, it didn't work I hear music in the wind, walls and sky. The music pulls me to It; even when I sing the song with my voice the music controls me. Some times I wonder if it is my voice, if I have any control. When I was little and my mom was alive, she sent me to all these doctors, psychiatrists, and freaks. Tying to fix my mind, she wanted me to be normal just like the other kids. I guess she was so worried about my health, she forgot about hers. My mom died at age 24. I wonder I wonder how much time I have left. In my short meaningless life. Life. My mind is like a computer with songs downloaded on to the hard drive. Rika sounds like a great name for a computer! You know Macs, Pcs, how bout Rika? People made fun of me when I told them about my problem, as a little kid. So I stopped I put up walls so they could not see the real me. I wonder if there are any others like me who had to put up walls. I Guess I finely fond out what I am! I am Ricka the music the music within the walls.
Sorry, I guess I should introduce my self. I'm Rika the holder of a curse, the bearer of a secret. In my family for generations. But nobody ever lasts long in my family. The sadness, some times is overwhelming, consuming. But some times anger takes control. And so and so does the music. So here I am in Japan searching for another like me ..no, I am seeking me.
Akitos pov
Do know watt it feels like to be cursed to know that you will die WELLLL do you! Oh course you don't! Nobody does .I will die young like all core of the curse bearers before me. WITH ALL THIS MAGIC AND HATRED IN US HOW COUD WE LIVE LONG .I don't want to act this way angry, even evil I guess so. Every one seems to hate me. they all wish they have been whishing . I would die soon very soon .I will die inside in a cage of unfilled whishes, dreams, hopes . I will be stuck in side, I am always stuck in side . Unwanted .I gess the unused weapon perished with in to dust, in side the walls all-alone.
************************************************************************ THIS ISSSS NOT THE LAST CHAP ! I promise unless of course you don't review MAHAAAAHHAAHAAAHHAAHHA!!!! P.S. If I spelled any thing wrong, sorry!