I'm so sorry that the update was late, and that I won't be able to update for a month.
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So, this one, and bye. D:
Chapter Four
Craze and Deliruim
I don't mind going to the edge.
I lay on my bed, after having the breakfast of meager amounts of peanut butter sandwiches, and ice tea. One thing about this stupid asylum was that it always conceded to the prisoner's requests that were safe enough.
But if I requested for a knife to slice the apple, they would panic and offer to do my task.
What the heck, and what stupidity. I couldn't die. I would, when I had proof that Sasuke was dead. The memories always lied. Even when they were clearer than the past.
They just wanted to make me forget all my stuff, all the things I loved. But I wouldn't. I was strong enough not to let them change my mind.
The clouds drifted away from the hiding sun, and suddenly the room was bathed in sunlight again, with my heart singing with misery.
Everybody tells me,
That it's so hard to make it,
Yet so hard to break it,
And there's no way to fake it,
Everybody tells me that it's wrong what I'm feeling,
I shouldn't believe in,
The dreams that I'm dreaming,
I hear it everyday,
I hear it all the time,
I'm never gonna amount to much,
But they're never gonna change my mind.
Oh!
Tell me, tell me, tell me
Something I don't know.
How many inches in a mile,
What it takes to make you smile.
Getcha not to treat me like a child, baby.
Tell me, tell me something I don't know.
Everybody tells me I don't know what I'm doing,
This life I'm pursuing,
The odds of me loosing.
Everybody tells me that it's one in a million,
More like one in a billion,
Or one in a zillion.
I hear it everyday,
I hear it all the time,
I'm never gonna amount to much,
But they're never gonna change my mind.
Oh!
Tell me, tell me, tell me,
Something I don't know,
Tell me, tell me, tell me,
Something I don't know.
How many inches in a mile,
What it takes to make you smile,
Getcha not to treat me like a child, baby.
Are you ready for it?
Yeah I'm ready for it.
Really ready for it?
Yeah I'm ready for it.
Let's get ready for this.
I'm on my way,
I know I'm gonna get there someday,
It doesn't help when you say,
It won't be easy.
How many inches in a mile,
What it takes to make you smile,
Getcha not to treat me like a child, baby.
Tell me, tell me, tell me,
something I don't know.
How many inches in a mile,
What it takes to make you smile,
Getcha not to treat me like a child, baby.
Tell me, tell me, tell me,
something I don't know,
something I don't know,
something I don't know!
My song was broken by Miss Dara's voice again. I sighed, and turned my face towards the door, but did not get up.
"Yes?"
"Someone wants to see you, Sakura dear."
I sat up, groaning and stretching.
Miss Dara smiled sadly - sad, huh? - and moved so that the newcomer could walk in.
I screamed when I saw the person behind Miss Dara smile and come to my padded, dark cell.
"SASUKE!"
Oh, my God. What happened?
And I cropped that song in a hurry, guys.
Anyway, keep following me, and I'll update Kiss of Death and Paranormal soon. :D Thanks all.
Baaaai.
Kylie.