(A/N: Here's a new chappie. I got foot surgery so be happy. My pain meds are making me tired!)
Day-list (Play list of the day):
Last Night on Earth – Green Day
Song of The Century – Green Day
Nails For Breakfast, Tacks for Snacks – Panic! The Disco
Last of The American Girls – Green Day
Here In Your Arms – HelloGoodbye
I Know You Want Me (Calle Ocho) - Pitbull
Crazy Squibs and Friendly Vampyres:
Chapter 5
ALICE/THIRD POINT OF VIEW:
(Before Alice visited the institution)
**VISION**
**FLASH**
A girl was sitting in the center of a room, by herself. Her dark hair was blowing around her small pale frame. The windows were open, paper flying everywhere. There were panic voices in the background that weren't able to be made out. She was eerily singing to herself, hugging her knees.
"Sing us the song of the Century" she took her hands off her knees.
"That's louder than bombs,
And eternity," she started to get up
"The era of static and contraband,
That's leading us into the Promised Land," she slowly walked across the nearly empty white room.
"Tell us a story that's by candlelight," she passed
"Waging a war and losing the fight," she approached a night stand
"They're playing the song of the century," and opened the drawer,
"Of panic and promise and prosperity," and took something out, but Alice couldn't see what.
"Tell me a story into that goodnight," she crossed the room, towards the open window
"Sing a song for me." And Alice saw no more.
**FLASH**
She saw the same girl, or at least one that could be her. She looked very, very similar. Her hair was a disaster; she was a picture in a newspaper. Or so she thought. The picture was moving.
The girl was screaming, her head turning back and forth and she was holding up a sign with her ID and name on it. But people can't scream in photos, right?
**Flash**
She saw the girl sleeping. But the same girl was ghosting around the room. Then the ghosting girl stepped into her body, with a smirk towards Alice's view.