Warnings: I'm a VERY big fan of T.A.T.U and Nirvana an all those kind of
bands so if there's a song in it it will likely be one of those. Every
chapter at the beginning i will write it down. Well on with the story.
..::HUGS::..(this song is 30 minutes by T.A.T.U)
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Lyriam fell on her bed and pushed play on her portable stereo. The first sounds of 30 minutes by T.A.T.U. blasted trough her room. It was her alltime favrouite. Sure she had other favrourites but this one was her real favrourite (A/N: Its not my favrouite but its a very nice song)
Out of sight. Out of mind. Out of time. To decide .
Do we run? Should I hide? For the rest. of my life.
She turned on her back looked at her ceiling. It was Bright pink, one of her favourite colours (A/N: She is NOT an Bimbo or an Airhead she just likes the colour) She looked in the direction of her closet. It was open again. If her mother saw it she would hit her again. Lyriam stood up and walked to her toilet table and looked at the bruises on her face. They were starting to fade but you still saw them. Her mother had hit her last week because she dind't want to wash the dishes.
Can we fly? Do I stay? We could lose. We could fail.
In the moment. It takes. To make plans. Or mistakes.
Suddenly she made a decision. She was going to run away. And never returning back. She did have to hurry because her mom was going to be home in an hour. She packed her back and put some clothes in it.
30 minutes a blink of an eye. 30 minutes to alter our lifes. 30 minutes to make up my mind. 30 minutes to finally deceide.
30 minutes to wisper your name. 30 minutes to sholder the blame. 30 minutes of bliff, thirty lies. 30 minutes to finally deceide.
After she packed everything she grabbed a shoulder bag and put her discman and all her cd's in it. Plus some extra food and stuff. After she grabbed everything she left. She wasn't sad or anything. She dind't had any friend and her mother was barely home. the reason that she dind't had any friends was because she was alto (A/N: for the people under you guys who don't know what alto is, its someone who isn't exacly gothic but also isnt normal or punk. Someone who is in the between you could say).
Carousels. In the sky. That we shape. With our eyes.
Under shade. sillouetes. casting shade. Crying rain.
Lyriam walked through the front door in the direction of the bus station when she suddenly herd a bang. she turned around and was suprised by what she saw. She saw a blue light in front of her swirling around and becoming bigger and bigger. Lyriam knew she actually had to run away but she couldn't. Something in the Light called to her.
Can we fly? Do I stay? We could lose. We could fail.
Either way. Options change. Chances fail. Trains derail.
She stepped forward and reached her hand out. The blue light immediatly grabbed it and pulled her trough. Lyriam had the sensation that she was flying. She looked beneath her and saw that she actually WAS flying. She saw various woods and grassy plains beneath her. Suddenly she fell down. Hard. She fell like there was no end. But suddenly she landed on her back.
30 minutes a blink of an eye. 30 minutes to alter our lives. 30 minutes to make up my mind. 30 minutes to finally decide.
30 minutes to whisper your name. 30 minutes to shoulder the blame. 30 minutes of bliss, thirty lies. 30 minutes to finally decise.
She layed for a moment and then opent her eyes. She was in a forest. *No shit, Sherlock. You did it again!* Lyriam stood up and looked around and started walking. She saw her two bags laying a little bit farther away and grabbed them. Before she could straight up again she feld something cold against her neck and her a voice saying:
"Do not move any further or I will kill you. Now tell me your name and where you come from.
To deceide. To deceide, to deceide, to deceide.
To deceide. To deceide, to deceide, to deceide.
To deceide.
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Pleasssssssssssse revieuw Its my first story ever!! And I don't speak English or anything like it so pleassssssssssssssse tell me if I made any mistakes Pleaaaaasssssssssse with sugar on top (and if you can't have it because of allergies put your favourite food there)
~@~@~@~#~#~#~@~@~@
Lyriam fell on her bed and pushed play on her portable stereo. The first sounds of 30 minutes by T.A.T.U. blasted trough her room. It was her alltime favrouite. Sure she had other favrourites but this one was her real favrourite (A/N: Its not my favrouite but its a very nice song)
Out of sight. Out of mind. Out of time. To decide .
Do we run? Should I hide? For the rest. of my life.
She turned on her back looked at her ceiling. It was Bright pink, one of her favourite colours (A/N: She is NOT an Bimbo or an Airhead she just likes the colour) She looked in the direction of her closet. It was open again. If her mother saw it she would hit her again. Lyriam stood up and walked to her toilet table and looked at the bruises on her face. They were starting to fade but you still saw them. Her mother had hit her last week because she dind't want to wash the dishes.
Can we fly? Do I stay? We could lose. We could fail.
In the moment. It takes. To make plans. Or mistakes.
Suddenly she made a decision. She was going to run away. And never returning back. She did have to hurry because her mom was going to be home in an hour. She packed her back and put some clothes in it.
30 minutes a blink of an eye. 30 minutes to alter our lifes. 30 minutes to make up my mind. 30 minutes to finally deceide.
30 minutes to wisper your name. 30 minutes to sholder the blame. 30 minutes of bliff, thirty lies. 30 minutes to finally deceide.
After she packed everything she grabbed a shoulder bag and put her discman and all her cd's in it. Plus some extra food and stuff. After she grabbed everything she left. She wasn't sad or anything. She dind't had any friend and her mother was barely home. the reason that she dind't had any friends was because she was alto (A/N: for the people under you guys who don't know what alto is, its someone who isn't exacly gothic but also isnt normal or punk. Someone who is in the between you could say).
Carousels. In the sky. That we shape. With our eyes.
Under shade. sillouetes. casting shade. Crying rain.
Lyriam walked through the front door in the direction of the bus station when she suddenly herd a bang. she turned around and was suprised by what she saw. She saw a blue light in front of her swirling around and becoming bigger and bigger. Lyriam knew she actually had to run away but she couldn't. Something in the Light called to her.
Can we fly? Do I stay? We could lose. We could fail.
Either way. Options change. Chances fail. Trains derail.
She stepped forward and reached her hand out. The blue light immediatly grabbed it and pulled her trough. Lyriam had the sensation that she was flying. She looked beneath her and saw that she actually WAS flying. She saw various woods and grassy plains beneath her. Suddenly she fell down. Hard. She fell like there was no end. But suddenly she landed on her back.
30 minutes a blink of an eye. 30 minutes to alter our lives. 30 minutes to make up my mind. 30 minutes to finally decide.
30 minutes to whisper your name. 30 minutes to shoulder the blame. 30 minutes of bliss, thirty lies. 30 minutes to finally decise.
She layed for a moment and then opent her eyes. She was in a forest. *No shit, Sherlock. You did it again!* Lyriam stood up and looked around and started walking. She saw her two bags laying a little bit farther away and grabbed them. Before she could straight up again she feld something cold against her neck and her a voice saying:
"Do not move any further or I will kill you. Now tell me your name and where you come from.
To deceide. To deceide, to deceide, to deceide.
To deceide. To deceide, to deceide, to deceide.
To deceide.
~@~@~@~#~#~#~@~@~@
Pleasssssssssssse revieuw Its my first story ever!! And I don't speak English or anything like it so pleassssssssssssssse tell me if I made any mistakes Pleaaaaasssssssssse with sugar on top (and if you can't have it because of allergies put your favourite food there)