•Zaya Brown•
I woke up and went downstairs to take breakfast. I made myself some pancakes and left some for my mom and went to shower. Once I was done I took my guitar and started playing random songs.
I heard a soft knock on the door and my mom came in. "Thank you for the pancakes they were good." She said and I nodded in response and she left the room. So I continued playing the guitar.
She felt hot so she decided to open the windows. I went on my computer looking for songs to play and didn't find anything. Then she started playing "Stitches" by Shawn Mendes.
"I thought that I'd been hurt before. But no one's ever left me quite this sore.
Your words cut deeper than a knife now I need someone to breathe me back to life.
Got a feeling that I'm going under but I know that I'll make it out alive. If I quit calling you my lover and move on.
You watch me bleed until I can't breathe, shaking falling onto my knees and now that I'm without your kisses I'll be needing stitches.
Tripping over myself, aching begging you to come help and now that I'm without your kisses I'll be needing stitches.
Just like a moth drawn to a flame. Oh, you lured in I couldn't sense the pain.
Your bitter heart, cold to the touch. Now I'm gonna reap what I sow.
I'm left seeing red in my own. Got a feeling that I'm going under but I know that I'll make it out alive.
If I quit calling you my lover and move on. You watch me bleed until I can't breathe, shaking falling onto my knees and now that I'm without your kisses I'll be needing stitches.
Tripping over myself, aching begging you to come help and now that I'm without your kisses I'll be needing stitches.
Needle and the thread gotta get you out of my head needle and thread, gonna wind up dead. 3x
Needle and the thread gotta get you out of my head get you out of my head.
You watch me bleed until I can't breathe, shaking falling onto my knees and now I'm without your kisses I'll be needing stitches.
Tripping over myself, aching begging you to come help and now that I'm without your kisses I'll be needing stitches."
She finished she smiled to herself and suddenly heard clapping. She looked up and saw Zhaye clapping. "I didn't know you could sing." He said in his normal voice.
I quickly grabbed my book and wrote. "I only sing to myself." "Come on now you can talk to me with your voice." He said. She shakes her head "no".
"Why," he asked. "I just don't like to talk." She wrote down. "You have a beautiful voice." He said leaning on his window. "Thank you," I wrote.
"Do you sing?" She asked. "To myself yea." He replied. "Really," she wrote and he nodded. "How about I play something and you sing." She wrote on another page. "No... I am not that good.." he replied she frowned. "I will only sing if you do too." She nodded. "The same song." She wrote and he nodded.
She picked her guitar and started playing.
"I thought that I'd been hurt before. But no one's ever left me quite this sore.
Your words cut deeper than a knife now I need someone to breathe me back to life.
Got a feeling that I'm going under but I know that I'll make it out alive. If I quit calling you my lover and move on.
You watch me bleed until I can't breathe, shaking falling onto my knees and now that I'm without your kisses I'll be needing stitches.
Tripping over myself, aching begging you to come help and now that I'm without your kisses I'll be needing stitches.
Just like a moth drawn to a flame. Oh, you lured in I couldn't sense the pain.
Your bitter heart, cold to the touch. Now I'm gonna reap what I sow.
I'm left seeing red in my own. Got a feeling that I'm going under but I know that I'll make it out alive.
If I quit calling you my lover and move on. You watch me bleed until I can't breathe, shaking falling onto my knees and now that I'm without your kisses I'll be needing stitches.
Tripping over myself, aching begging you to come help and now that I'm without your kisses I'll be needing stitches.
Needle and the thread gotta get you out of my head needle and thread, gonna wind up dead. 3x
Needle and the thread gotta get you out of my head get you out of my head.
You watch me bleed until I can't breathe, shaking falling onto my knees and now I'm without your kisses I'll be needing stitches.
Tripping over myself, aching begging you to come help and now that I'm without your kisses I'll be needing stitches."
Once I finished she started clapping and he slightly laughed. She quickly grabbed her notebook. "You have an amazing voice!" She wrote. "Well thank you" he smiled at her. "You should sing more," she wrote on another page.
"Nah I'm good singing to myself," he said. "Shy to sing." She wrote. "Shy to talk." He replied. "I don't like talking!" She wrote. "At least I heard you sing twice." "And I heard you sing once and the was one of the best voices I've ever heard." She smiled
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The Quiet Girl
Teen FictionIt's senior year the last year of high school and another move for Zaya Brown. Zaya Brown used to moving because of her moms work. She doesn't talk to anyone, even at home. Next door lives Zhaye Andrews. The heartbreaker he is suddenly attracted t...
