soundtrack of our love

save me a spark.

sometimes I feel stuck

sometimes I get lost

in so much hope im drowning.

would you save me a spark?

we'll start a fire

that shines a light in the dark

strike a match, make it last

we are all we need.

would you save me a spark?

we'll light up the dark.

I wanna crash like a tidal wave

sing to the ocean floor.

wanna stand in a crowded room

scream with a voice they can't ignore.

•save me a spark by sleeping with sirens•

sams pov:
"Samuel." the woman behind the clipboard spoke, obviously concerned. "its been three months. you haven't said a word. please speak." I shifted my body so I was facing away from her. "Fine. I don't know what your problem is, but when you're this much of a mess I'm not sure who could love you. you're parents obviously didn't." I stood up and rushed to the door, slamming it behind me.

I made my way to my room and grabbed a pen and paper, I began to write.

"dear jasey,
i remember when we met. kind of goes to showed how fucked up we are. but I love you. I know you probably don't feel the same, but that won't change the amount of love I have for you. you are my sun, you are every fucking thing to me. and I know you never thought you were beautiful, but to me you were the prettiest thing I've seen. and the prettiest thing I've ever seen. im not sure if we'll ever see each other again considering I don't know if I'll ever get out of here. and if I do I hope we can start semi-over.

you always told me smoking would kill me, and every time I inhaled I was bringing myself closer to death, yet you were the same as those cigarettes. every time I inhaled your presence it was as if I was high off of you.

im sorry im not very romantic. but I hope you get this letter. maybe you'll respond this time. i used my suicide attempts as a cry for help because all I wanted was a voice. and maybe this letter will be loud enough.

love always,
sam."

I took the envelope to the front desk. the women looked at me over the top of her glasses. "again? don't you think if she wanted to she would've answered you." I slammed the envelope on the table and walked away. I felt the need to smoke a cigarette.

as I put the 'cancer stick', what they call it here, between my teeth and lit it, I inhaled deeply. when I exhaled it was as if every problem of mine was being released.

it was peaceful until a guy from my "sessions" walked up to me. I think his name was Will. "what a freak" he said. he grabbed my wrists and pulled my arm upward, as if showing them to everyone. "You're disgusting." He added. I was so fucking tired of people pushing me around.

I pulled my arm away before quickly, yet forcefully punching him in his left eye. I ran off to see my therapist.

i needed to see here. she's the only thing that keeps me slightly okay.

"Sam, what do you want?" She asked sounding exhausted.

"jasey."

a/n: guess who's back, back again. toris back tell a friend.

excuse me while I stab myself bc austin jones is going on tour and chris ryan is touring with him and sam pottorff is too.

I love all three of them, and they're coming on may 13th, in a town two hours away, I would go except I'm seeing all time low that day.

I HAVE AN IDEA FOR A SEQUAL TYPE THING. but idk if you guys even want one.

I turned 15 yesterday. i wish that I was 18... to do all the things you read in the magazine.

thanks for reading,
-tori