Playlist. ⏭ original. #freetheLGBT

act one; one; asleep.

act one; one. 

The sad part about being alive, is when it's over.

That sad moment when the fabric of time and reality opens up to suck away your soul,

not giving a shit about who or what you will be leaving behind.

But you see, some people are diseased.

And sad.

And sick.

Some may call them selfish, and satanists, but in reality, they're just scared.

So when Flynn took her life, and left behind her little sister, her mother, her father and her cat Spot, she wasn't thinking straight.

Flynn was sad.

Sad because the voices in her head wouldn't shut up at night.

Sad because everyone seemed to be leaving.

19 year old Flynn left behind so many things, but the biggest thing she left behind,  was a scar, on poor young Eli Grayson's heart.

Eli's beloved girlfriend, dead.

And what did she get from her?

A stupid mixtape.

A stupid, useless mixtape.

At least she thought it was useless.

But, it was so much more.

It told her tale, every little detail was there.

Eli never thought that Flynn had good taste in music.

But she did, the mixtape proved it.

Music was a supposed to make you cry.

It was supposed to make you feel like death, or actually represent death.

Which is exactly what it did.

So on that first night,

after Flynn had taken those pills,

Eli fell asleep,

listening to the first song on the mixtape,

using Flynn's old Walkman,

that she had left to her.

"Sing me to sleep, sing me to sleep, I don't want to wake up on my own anymore."

It was Flynn's beautiful voice.

The one she had fallen in with.