Born to Diethe bloodstains on my skin mark
what i've been i cant let go
or ease the pain i'm in
no one even notices the person i've become
is it because they don't care
or was i not clear enough when i had shown them the fresh marks i gave myself
just to make one tear fall
cause they don't come anymore
and i've fallen hard
but they just chose to ignore it
and let me fade away
into the darkest place of all
the one you cant know till you've been there yourself
they tell me i'm better then this but i'm not
they ask why but they are the goddamn reason t
hey wont listen to my cries for help
and even if they did i bet they'd still let me fall
the blood is drying the pain is ceasing
but i don't want it to end
i try to make another cut but i'm shaking to much already
i watch as it slowly closes
i feel myself die a little more
but weren't we all just born to die anyways
so why does it matter what time we go
or if we were so young
maybe if you noticed
or even just listen
Mission Revenge 31"And it's good not to be the shortest anymore." Fun added.
"I'm only short because I'm young." She retorted.
"Shorty, you aren't fooling us. You're short for being thirteen years old." Party told her.
"One day I'll be taller than all of you. Even Jet Star. Then you'll have to stop calling me Shorty."
"Not possible, and we'd never stop calling you Shorty." Party put extra emphasis on the word 'Shorty'.
"I'll kick your ass." She threatened.
Party just laughed, and started to run around her teasingly. "No you won't."
Flash smirked and launched herself at him. They fell into a pile on the floor. "Caught you!" She chuckled a little. Her victory was short lived though. Party managed to flip himself out from under her, and get himself on top of her.
"Caught you!" He mimicked her.
That was how we spent the rest of the day. Somehow we all managed to find reasons to tackle each other, and just had playful wrestling matches. By the end of the day we all had at least one or two bruises, but no ser
Mission Revenge 30My head immediately snapped towards the direction of the sound, before looking back at the guys and making my way into the room. I heard their footsteps following in my wake as I pushed past the slightly ajar door.
Inside was Flash Drive still tied up to the chair as we had left her. Her eyes were still closed, but flickered open quickly as we entered.
"Who are you? Where am I?" She asked frantically. Her eyes were darting from side to side, and she was struggling in her bonds. "Please answer me, I'm scared." She whispered just barely audible.
I put my hand in pocket to retrieve the picture of her. I put the picture in front of her face. "Do you remember this?" I asked, hopeful.
"Yes. That's me and my sister. Where did you get that? Were you in my house? Oh god, please." She asked even more fearful than before.
I sighed, and turned around to ask Party something. "Do you think we should tell her?" I whispered in his ear. He nodded, and I turned back to Flash. "Your sister died along wit