I am a deep thinker. I think about life and when I will die, even though I practically know. Of course, you never know, maybe I'll follow in Carlie's footsteps and make up my own date to surrender. I miss Carlie's laugh, echoing through the pale, concrete walls in the house of bacteria. Carlie was a fister, not a poking coward. No, she fought like nobody else in this plastic world. She was my armor, taking the hard hits of Mot.
The ironic thing though, is that she surrendered to Mot's touch. A touch, and she was gone. Leaving me here to fight Mot alone, no armor.., no love. I loved her and my punishment for breaking my laws was paid by Carlie. Because that's who she was, risking her heart to satisfy another. She was a bright, blooming flower put down by a pesticide. I know she knew it was coming, I know I knew too. Everybody knew, but no one fought, not even the fighter.
The reason I'm still here is because I'm fighting for her. Fighting to grow up, become successful and solve this so that another fighter beats Mot. What I don't know is why I'm still in this prison with souls. I want out, I want to fight. I'm tired of being the one hiding, it's my turn to be the seeker. Let's play?
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Black Bird
Teen FictionI wouldn't really consider myself as 'abnormal', but of course, I'm not like any other teenager. I got my secrets, and I'm not willing to let them slip right out of my fingertips, as I let Carlie do, three years ago.
