It's been 4 months since my mother died. There was no calling hours or funeral. She was cremated and her older sister got most of her possession and her ashes. I have been living in the house by myself for the four months She's been gone. But soon one of my relatives will be here to live with me or I'll be put in Foster care.
Right now I'm petting my Sammy and smoking a cigarette. A bottle of whiskey is sitting next to me. I got my mother's money so I bought a fake ID. I buy my own smokes and lighters now but I can't pull off twenty two. I hang out with Austin more often but I haven't talked to Oli in a couple of days. So I kissed my Kitty's head and hid my smokes and whiskey.
I changed my shirt and jeans then grabbed my phone and sat upside-down on the couch. I called Oli and asked if he could come over. He said sure and he wanted to Show new something. I pet the cat that jumped onto my stomach while I waited. Soon the door bell rang and Oli was taking off his shoes in the house. He moved the cat and picked me up then hugged me.
He kissed my lips then laid down on the couch with me laying on top of him. I moved the hair out of his eyes then sat up and pulled him with me. I wrapped his arms around me.
"So Oliver you said you wanted to Show me something?" I asked gesturing to the bag on the floor by his shoes. He got up off the couch and wrapped a blanket around me and picked up the bag.
"Yes I did Zoey. I am very sorry that we haven't been hanging out but I've been busy. Not too busy that I couldn't hang out with my girlfriend it's just that what I've been doing is for you and I couldn't let you see." He pulled a huge stack of papers with words on them and handed them to me as he sat down.
They were all songs that he wrote and they were fucking Beautiful. I picked up one called "Drown" and asked him to sing it for me. He blushed for a moment and then cleared his throat. I handed him a remote control to pretend it was a microphone. It's been 4 months since my mother died. There was no calling hours or funeral. She was cremated and her older sister got most of her possession and her ashes. I have been living in the house by myself for the four months She's been gone. But soon one of my relatives will be here to live with me or I'll be put in Foster care.
Right now I'm petting my Sammy and smoking a cigarette. A bottle of whiskey is sitting next to me. I got my mother's money so I bought a fake ID. I buy my own smokes and lighters now but I can't pull off twenty two. I hang out with Austin more often but I haven't talked to Oli in a couple of days. So I kissed my Kitty's head and hid my smokes and whiskey.
I changed my shirt and jeans then grabbed my phone and sat upside-down on the couch. I called Oli and asked if he could come over. He said sure and he wanted to Show new something. I pet the cat that jumped onto my stomach while I waited. Soon the door bell rang and Oli was taking off his shoes in the house. He moved the cat and picked me up then hugged me.
He kissed my lips then laid down on the couch with me laying on top of him. I moved the hair out of his eyes then sat up and pulled him with me. I wrapped his arms around me.
"So Oliver you said you wanted to Show me something?" I asked gesturing to the bag on the floor by his shoes. He got up off the couch and wrapped a blanket around me and picked up the bag.
"Yes I did Zoey. I am very sorry that we haven't been hanging out but I've been busy. Not too busy that I couldn't hang out with my girlfriend it's just that what I've been doing is for you and I couldn't let you see." He pulled a huge stack of papers with words on them and handed them to me as he sat down.
They were all songs that he wrote and they were fucking Beautiful. I picked up one called "Drown" and asked him to sing it for me. He blushed for a moment and then cleared his throat. I handed him a remote control to pretend it was a microphone. His voice was one of t It's been 4 months since my mother died. There was no calling hours or funeral. She was cremated and her older sister got most of her possession and her ashes. I have been living in the house by myself for the four months She's been gone. But soon one of my relatives will be here to live with me or I'll be put in Foster care.
Right now I'm petting my Sammy and smoking a cigarette. A bottle of whiskey is sitting next to me. I got my mother's money so I bought a fake ID. I buy my own smokes and lighters now but I can't pull off twenty two. I hang out with Austin more often but I haven't talked to Oli in a couple of days. So I kissed my Kitty's head and hid my smokes and whiskey.
I changed my shirt and jeans then grabbed my phone and sat upside-down on the couch. I called Oli and asked if he could come over. He said sure and he wanted to Show new something. I pet the cat that jumped onto my stomach while I waited. Soon the door bell rang and Oli was taking off his shoes in the house. He moved the cat and picked me up then hugged me.
He kissed my lips then laid down on the couch with me laying on top of him. I moved the hair out of his eyes then sat up and pulled him with me. I wrapped his arms around me.
"So Oliver you said you wanted to Show me something?" I asked gesturing to the bag on the floor by his shoes. He got up off the couch and wrapped a blanket around me and picked up the bag.
"Yes I did Zoey. I am very sorry that we haven't been hanging out but I've been busy. Not too busy that I couldn't hang out with my girlfriend it's just that what I've been doing is for you and I couldn't let you see." He pulled a huge stack of papers with words on them and handed them to me as he sat down.
They were all songs that he wrote and they were fucking Beautiful. I picked up one called "Drown" and asked him to sing it for me. He blushed for a moment and then cleared his throat. I handed him a remote control to pretend it was a microphone. His voice was one of the most amazing things I've ever heard.
"What doesn't kill you makes you wish you were dead.
Got a hole in my soul, growing deeper and deeper.
And I can't take one more moment of this silence.
The loneliness is haunting me.
And the weight of the world's getting harder to hold up.
It comes in waves, I close my eyes.
Hold my breath and let it bury me.
I'm not okay, and it's not alright.
Won't you drag the lake and bring me home again?
Who will fix me now? Dive in when I'm down?
Save me from myself, don't let me drown.
Who will make me fight? Drag me out alive?
Save me from myself, don't let me drown.
What doesn't destroy you, leaves you broken instead.
Got a hole in my soul growing deeper and deeper.
And I can't take one more moment of this silence.
The loneliness is haunting me.
And the weight of the world's getting harder to hold up.
It comes in waves, I close my eyes.
Hold my breath and let it bury me.
I'm not okay, and it's not alright
Won't you drag the lake and bring me home again?
Who will fix me now? Dive in when I'm down?
Save me from myself, don't let me drown.
Who will make me fight? Drag me out alive?
Save me from myself, don't let me drown.
'Cause you know that I can't do this on my own. Who will fix me now?
Who will fix me now?
Who will fix me now? Dive in when I'm down?
Save me from myself, don't let me drown."
As soon as he finished he collapsed on the couch next to me hiding his blushing face in the couch. My mouth was wide open as I hugged him.
"Oli that was fucking amazing! You never told me you wrote songs." I kissed his head and waited for him to stop blushing. He handed me the stack of papers with a smile.
"Here love, you keep them. I wrote them for you anyways."
I hugged him in Thanks then read every word on each page. The songs were all Beautiful. I put the papers on the table next to me then moved and sat cross legged facing Oli.
"You know what I could really use a nap would you like to take a nap with me?" Oli asked as he yawned and laid down on the couch.
Watching people yawn always makes me yawn so I grabbed the blanket and laid down with my head on his chest.
"Sweet dreams love." Oli whispered and kissed my forehead.
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This Hell Called Life (an Oliver Sykes love story)
FanfictionHave you ever hated your life so much you turned to harmful ways to numb the pain. That is Zoey Davis' life in a nutshell. Her only friends are her cat and the neighborhood druggie. Her life will get a little bit better when the new British kid down...
