A/N
Hey guys.
So basically life sucks!!
I'm just done. I'm about to give up!
No one wants me anymore. I'm breathing but I'm not living. Living is worth something. What I'm doing isn't worth anything to anyone. I try to talk but no one hears me. So how do I get heard?
I sing
I sing just to know I'm still alive.
Because if I didn't have singing or music
If I didn't have you guys
If I didn't have the boys
I'm not sure where I'd be.
I'm falling apart and no one knows.
I try my best but no one cares.
Mom asks how my day was, and I say "It was great!"
Truth is
I'm the biggest fake!
I'm such a liar because it wasnt great!
IT wasnt even ok.
Singing is all I have to live for and its not getting me very far in life.
I just wanna make it in the music buisness
and show all of the people who say I can't
That I CAN!!!
Anyway,
Here's another Chapter!
Bye Loves,
Lulu
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~Harry~
My toes curl, a weird substance making home between them. Instantly, my eyes shoot open. I search for Brady, settling on her beautiful sillouette next to me. I crawl across the sand over to her. I push her hair away from her face, brushing a few sand particles from her forhead and nose. She twitches a bit, before her eyes flicker open and meet mine.
"Are you okay, Haz?" She asks, concerned for my well being due to the harsh condtions of last night. I don't remember much about it. Just a few things.
The Storm
The way the boat voilently moved
Holding Brady
Telling her I loved her
Singing her to sleep
Falling asleep myself
"Yeah, I'm fine. How about you? Are you hurt?" I question. She nods slightly, moving her hair to show me the large scratch on the top of her back.
"It stings but I'll be ok." She mutters. I smile at her before kissing the scrape, hoping to amuse her enough to the point where she doesn't thing about it. "Thank you, Harry."
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