Hi, and here's a companion fic to the Haunted Series, taking place between the main two stories.
Song: Welcome to My Life by Simple Plan
'Link' (without spaces):
www. azlyrics lyrics/ simpleplan/ welcome to my life. html
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"NO!" She somehow flopped out of bed, blue sheets in a tangled heap. She could see it all again, the fire, the ruins, the mobs, the Reaper carrying her rescued pets away…wait. She was in Beacontown. In her own house. Her lonely house, devoid of barking and mewing.
She walked out to next door, ignoring the cheers and joyful laughter of the rest of the townsfolk. They say that laughter was contagious, she mused as she climbed up the ladder to the roof-balcony of her good friend, but she didn't feel like joining in. No one knew of their past. They hardly even knew what happened to each other.
Do you ever feel like breaking down?
Do you ever feel out of place,
Like somehow you just don't belong
And no one understands you?
Do you ever wanna run away?
Do you lock yourself in your room
With the radio on turned up so loud
That no one hears you're screaming?
They had left their old lives behind, hadn't they? They simply wanted to forget. Cast an Oblivate. Yet, as she read in a book, "Memories can be hidden. But no matter what, they cannot be destroyed. Hidden. Taken. Perhaps swept under a mental carpet. But destroying a memory is impossible, for even when all traces of a memory have been obliterated, there is always a way for it to resurface, for a legend or for a murky trace of it to return." (Excerpt from Ariza Luca's Hybrid) It made a lot of sense.
No, you don't know what it's like
When nothing feels all right
You don't know what it's like
To be like me
At the top of the rooftop-balcony was her friend, almost blankly looking across Beacontown's main street, eyelids drooping but always snapping back to an alert position. Why so, she wondered. The nightmares must be terrible.
To be hurt
To feel lost
To be left out in the dark
To be kicked when you're down
To feel like you've been pushed around
To be on the edge of breaking down
And no one's there to save you
No, you don't know what it's like
Welcome to my life
Do you wanna be somebody else?
Are you sick of feeling so left out?
Are you desperate to find something more
Before your life is over?
Are you stuck inside a world you hate?
Are you sick of everyone around?
With their big fake smiles and stupid lies
While deep inside you're bleeding
They were perfectly happy in their current location. Safe and happy. They could live a brand new life there, but the chains of their dark secrets dragged them back from the light of the beacons of hope. Left them bound inside a maze of obsidian, with sealed entrance and no exit and no pickaxe of any sort to break out, with hostile mobs around every other corner, waiting to ambush.
No, you don't know what it's like
When nothing feels all right
You don't know what it's like
To be like me
Not long after his eyes slumped shut, they popped back open, wider than coins. The images were still vivid in his mind, flashing by in slow-motion, as though it were a torture compilation of edited pensieve memories (and a hint of imagination) in the twisted mental version of YouTube.
To be hurt
To feel lost
To be left out in the dark
To be kicked when you're down
To feel like you've been pushed around
To be on the edge of breaking down
And no one's there to save you
No you don't know what it's like
Welcome to my life
No one ever lied straight to your face
And no one ever stabbed you in the back
You might think I'm happy but I'm not gonna be okay
Everybody always gave you what you wanted
You never had to work it was always there
You don't know what it's like, what it's like
Most of the time, he put on a friendly smile. Yet there was something inside of him churning, whirring away at the misfortune and manipulations. Betrayal.
He saw his enemy step down from the ladder in front of him, he was asking him not to do anything to Veeva, then she handed him a wither skull. A wither skull. "Wait a minute…you know HitTheTarget? Are you partners?" Several potions later, came a splash poison in his direction. One regen one and two ladder climbs later, he saw their plan. Four blocks of soul sand…two, no, three wither skeleton skulls…well, s***.
His former friend and someone who he could have found an ally in; should he or she have taken a different path; had, since then…all he had to do to relive them was close his eyes for a second.
Especially in the case of death. Most of all, her death…
To be hurt
To feel lost
To be left out in the dark
To be kicked when you're down
To feel like you've been pushed around
To be on the edge of breaking down
And no one's there to save you
No, you don't know what it's like (What it's like)
They looked down on their fellow Beacontowners, their friends and acquaintances. They had found their home, without secrets to hide. Maybe they should tell someone…no. They didn't have to know. Knowledge is a blessing to most, but in this case, for them, it was a curse of anguish.
To be hurt
To feel lost
To be left out in the dark
To be kicked when you're down
To feel like you've been pushed around
To be on the edge of breaking down
And no one's there to save you
No, you don't know what it's like
Welcome to my life
Welcome to my life
Welcome to my life