I am forgettable, yet necessary; like air or the ground beneath your feet.
Never noticed, commonly forgotten, until I am gone and suddenly the world turns upside down. This is real, this is a new reality.
I am the first to die, in every instance even if it's just a lack of knowing, I lie bloody at the feet of a boy who won't die for another six hours yet.
But by then you have learned the lesson my life so diligently taught you. I am a scape goat, the girl so easily removed that no one will even remember my name by the end of it all.
Don't forget me so easily, people are supposed to like dynamics; let me live long enough to show you all of my facets.
That I am brave beyond measure, a survivor through and through.
Even when I am left alone to rot in my broken bones, without Matthew I will claw my way out. Just let me show you what kind of hero lies within me- Restart.
I see that glimmer of achievement in you; in the way you so helplessly let them stumble through the snow like wounded animals.
To you we are raw meat ripe for the slaughter, and even if I know I deserve it do we not deserve to- Restart.
The quicker man, really? All I see is cowards, and you have decided that these daughters of darkness will never see the light of day- Restart.
I have my own trophy, stop scaring me, I'm begging you if I live just once; I will show you a triumphant return like no other. One that would put Tolkin to shame- Restart.
The part of the game you don't see, ash filling lungs and the way our parents weep over our dead bodies.
How each second that passes is agony, that we must go on with whichever ending you decided to abandon us on. Even if it's in the middle of our story.
Once I was alone and the world was so dark, that I couldn't remember why I was the only one with a will to live in the first place.
My favorite ending, is when we all die, because then we get to meet up as ghosts, all of us. The terrible ten back again for a lifetime and it is a good afterlife.
I live in constant fear, because I know what always comes next will make me want to collapse on myself.
What I am saying is, please choose wisely. Decide if we deserve this hell, and once you have; give us atonement, let us strive for forgiveness.
You stop restarting, you pick up a pen instead.
It's your turn now, I have one final request. Do right by us.
