Hush-a-bye, don't you cry.
Go to sleep, my little baby.
When you wake, you shall have
All the pretty little horses.
Dapples and greys, pintos and bays;
All the pretty little horses.
Way down yonder, in the meadow,
Poor little baby crying "momma".
birds and the butterflies flutter 'round his eyes.
Poor little baby crying "momma".
Hush-a-bye, don't you cry.
Go to sleep my little baby.
When you wake, you shall have
All the pretty little horses.
Dapples and greys, pintos and bays;
All the pretty little horses...
Your brother used to sing you a song about all these pretty little horses when you were little. It sounded so sweet. Once, he told you that what he sings to you isn't what the real song is like. You asked him what the original was, but he wouldn't tell you. He said it was too macabre for little girls. When you were fourteen, you found out what the old lyrics were. you hadn't thought of the song the same way since then.
It is the version your brother sang to you that runs through your head as you lay dying in your best friend's arms. She cries as she holds your hand and strokes your hair and tells you it shouldn't have happened. She doesn't pay any mind to the man who is panicking and saying you just ran in front of his truck without looking. You and her both know that's not what happened, and she's hating herself for it.
You had just gotten distracted by a little dog on the other side of the road. You knew you had Jade there to keep you from doing something stupid, but she had walked a little bit away to call Beck and tell him where you two were. Sometimes, you just can't help but to be stupid and unobservant. It's just the way you are. You don't blame Jade for leaving you for just a few minutes; you weren't her responsibility, anyway.
Jade must remember that this song was your favorite lullaby, and she begins singing it to you through her shuddering breaths. You hear sirens in the distance as she sings, but all you listen to are the lyrics. Jade only knows the real lullaby.
Hush-a-bye, don't you cry,
Go to sleep, my little baby.
When you wake, you'll have cake,
And all the pretty little horses.
Black and bay, dapple and grey,
Coach and six little horses.
Hush-a-bye, don't you cry,
Go to sleepy little baby.
Hush-a-bye, don't you cry,
Go to sleep, my little baby.
When you wake, you'll have cake,
And all the pretty little horses.
Way down yonder, down in the meadow,
There's a poor wee little lamby.
The bees and the butterflies pickin' out its eyes,
The poor wee thing cried for her mammy.
Hush-a-bye, don't you cry,
Go to sleepy little baby.
When you wake, you'll have cake,
And all the pretty little horses.
Okay, so a friend told me about this song and I looked it up. The version I liked best was sung by Becky Jean Williams. It was beautiful and creepy at the same time; go look for it on YouTube! So, with this lullaby you have to either go with something extremely sad or extremely creepy, and I tried for the first one. I don't do creepy. This is my first time doing second person point of view, and it's hard. And probably not the best way to spend my birthday XD I got my hair dyed! Now it's mostly bright red, like Ariana's, but only framing my face, the underside, and the ends. It makes me happy ^^
By the way, this was meant to be really really short. BUT...if you guys like it enough and it reaches...say...ten reviews, I'll keep on going.