Disclaimer: Not Mine. :(
a.n. um I just had this in my head right now but it's completly diffrent from what i originally had planned out. And I'm bored so I was like what the heck. :)
I can't stand it when they talk about all the deaths.
They says it so calmly it unnerves me.
I write it in my diary,
I write it because it helps to let it out one way or another .
As I write I spill out everything from the terror of dieing to the relief, that it was, I'm still alive.
Knowing no one will call me a coward or judge me and won't betray me by telling the others.
When they begin to trade stories, I cant take it anymore because everything becomes so overwhelming.
I want to leave.
I can't.
I keep thinking it could've been me.
I shudder.
I write it down.
I'm a fighter who carries his heart in a book.
a.n .
um ..... not how I originally planed it out to be but ... i know it's crap but oh well. Just something I had in my head.