FangPOV
It was about 12 AM when I got back home. Quietly I made my way into Max's room where Ella sat with bags under her eyes. She saw me and stood from the bean bag she had sat in. I heard her door open then shut again. I took that as my cue to sit in one of the bean bags quietly strumming my guitar and singing along.
Tears Don't Fall by Bullet for My Valentine
Let's go
With blood shot eyes I watch you sleeping
The warmth I feel beside me is slowly fading
Would she hear me if I called her name?
Would she hold me if she knew my shame?
There's always something different going wrong
The path I walk's in the wrong direction
There's always someone fucking hanging on
Can anybody help me make things better?
Your tears don't fall, they crash around me
Her conscience calls, the guilty to come home
Your tears don't fall, they crash around me
Her conscience calls, the guilty to come home
The moments die, I hear no screaming
The visions left inside me are slowly fading
Would she hear me if I called her name?
Would she hold me if she knew my shame?
There's always something different going wrong
The path I walk's in the wrong direction
There's always someone fucking hanging on
Can anybody help me make things better?
Your tears don't fall, they crash around me
Her conscience calls, the guilty to come home
Your tears don't fall, they crash around me
Her conscience calls, the guilty to come home
Oh, yeah
This battered room I've seen before
The broken bones they heal no more, no more
With my last breath I'm choking
Will this ever end? I'm hoping
My world is over one more time
Let's go
Would she hear me if I called her name?
Would she hold me if she knew my shame?
There's always something different going wrong
The path I walk's in the wrong direction
There's always someone fucking hanging on
Can anybody help me make things better?
Your tears don't fall, they crash around me
Her conscience calls, the guilty to come home (Tears don't fall)
Your tears don't fall, they crash around me (Conscience calls)
Her conscience calls, the guilty to come
Better
Your tears don't fall, they crash around me (Conscience calls)
Her conscience calls, the guilty to come home
As I finished I started to play another song but stopped when I heard Max whimper in her sleep. Quietly I sat on the edge of her bed making sure she wasn't sleeping on the wounded arm. Thankfully Ella had left the brace on so she doesn't know seeing as Max was still in the same shirt she had been wearing today. I placed my hand on her arm as she started to squirm. She started to kick so I did what I thought would help. It had always helped Ella when we were younger. I walked to the other side of the bed, laying on top of it and holding her to me.
There were at least four layers between us, two of them were our clothes and the other two were the blankets. She calmed down, hinting that her nightmare was over. Why did I keep thinking about the layers? God I need to stop thinking about her in this way.
Short I know but it's all I got for this chapter. Let me know what you want to see next.