Playground school bell rings again...

A gentle chiming woke the woman unwillingly from her rest. It was becoming a chore, to live from day to gray day...

Rain clouds come to play again...

The rain was fierce, but she didn't care. She sat on her window sill and let the wind lash the cold droplets into her face, praying her heart would grow as numb as her skin...

Has no one told you she's not breathing...?

As she lay on the porch she drew stares from the passersby. 'Who was this woman, so deep in despair she can't wake up?'

Hello, I'm your mind...

He was only a child, a boy not yet a man, who dragged her to her bed...

Giving you someone to talk to...

He held her hand and listened to her shattered story and closed his eyes. His hands bound themselves her hers with his precious rosary beads...

Hello...

He cooked and cleaned for her, striving to get her to speak of the dreams she woke screaming to, begging for death to free her...

If I smile and don't believe...

She laughed at his poor efforts in her garden. He smiled as her hands guided his in the proper way to trim the thorns off her crimson roses...

Soon I know I'll wake from this dream...

Her smile became strained, her laugh less joyful...

Don't try to fix me, I'm not broken...

She grew sick of his presence. She shunned him from her house and garden. Smiling and laughing at the sky...

Hello, I'm the lie living for you so you can hide...

She danced and danced. The rain was nothing to her now. She smiled and smiled but her blue eyes were empty...

Don't cry...

When he returned, his rosary beads gleaming on his chest, her smile faltered. He told her the many things that were happening outside her garden and tall fence...

Suddenly I know I'm not sleeping...

She could not eat, could not sleep. She wept and wept, her heart breaking with each sob...

Hello, I'm still here...

Again he held her hand and called to her. Her reply was weak but he heard and gave what she asked.

His beads fell forgotten on the floor as his lips touched her skin...

All that's left of yesterday...

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TBC?

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A/N: So it looks like I did continue it and only a day after the first one, too. I really enjoy writing these, and want to know if anyone else likes them too!

Song: Hello

Artist: Evanescence