➳ Lacey, outstanding beauty lost in blue.
She drew life gloom and like a moth, in the dark sky she flew. What a careless girl she do. See, she's just as normal as you.
She never was alive inside. Read between the lines, it's where her secrets lie.
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Midnight blue sky In her mind stars shine If I call her freedom Will it mean she's free? Cause being herself Forbids what she'll be Restrain her dreams And enchain her will Her heart, after I mend it Her soul, my feast
"Ding"
"Damn, what happened to me?My head's hurting so bad... who's texting? It's just too early for that shit"- Lacey gabbled in a croaky voice as she pressed her forehead with the palm of her hand.
Halfway awake, she ran her left hand through the sheets and pillows reaching right to her phone.
"God damn, unknown number?"- she mumbled in an intrigued tone as she narrowed her eyes to match the letters wobbling around into meaningful words.
She unlocked her phone, felt nauseous as she read the text as if she could recall bad memories from it, but still, this didn't sound any familiar to her.
The message read... "Some things are better off forgotten as we bury them in places that we only really visit by ourselves. That's how it feels as she opens her eyes, her cold feet melts. A gruesome deal, isn't it just how it feels."
The words were only gibberish to her. 'What does this all mean?!', she was both intrigued and her mind was pretty much a mess. It just felt like a stranger had a key ,came inside of her mind and moved all her things around.
She painfully woke up from bed, wobbling to the nearest desk, resting her left hand on the wall; immersed in the bizarre feeling that it was not the first time she'd been dealing with all of these.
"Who is it?"
"Oh Jesus! Why bother about it all. Maybe it's just a wrong number!" -Lacey sighed as she turned around, heading back to the cold of her lonely bed, babbling to herself- "Can't the world just let me be for one fucking day!?" Trying hard to keep her peace of mind.
She swoop down on her bed ,engaging in a fight with her tattered sheets -pulling ,rolling and twisting-; settling it down quite quickly to finally rest her head on her torn pillow.
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She took a last look at her phone. Could not quite figure out why she was doing that when suddenly, 'Ding'. Shocked, her heart pounded twice for a beat! Displayed on the notice board of her lock screen was another text message. Her eyes widened as she glazed hastily around the words; a chilling cold thrill ran right down her spine to the tip of bruised toe and her hair stood straight up on her head. "Take another pill Lacey" could be read from the text. Astonished, she froze in horror with her eyes fixed to the phone. She could not believe it, "Is it all a bad dream?" she pondered.
"Who is he?"
"Or she... ?"
"How does it know for the pills?"
"Haha." -she grinned.
"I bet it's just Stacy messing with me" - She said to herself with a broad smile on her face. "I'll catch up to her later and I'm gonna kill that bitch" she thought, her face enlightened as she fell to the dreamy feels. Laid her phone on top of her nightstand next to her hanging panty and tapped her stowed pillows as she lean onto it. Soon she was fully asleep.
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"Stacy? Sounds like fresh flesh to me, but still, Lacey's is ... Such a beautiful finch, towering the rest of the flock. With the edge of her palms still soaked.
If only she could recall the moment we had, today. It was amazing right! Her mouth failing numb to the cold as she pike dived for more. That is what's so perfect about her.
An imperfect girl with such beauty dying behind her moody traits. What a beautiful finch she makes."
