[Ember's POV]
For the next week, my tattoo shop would be closed. I had made it my mission to get Calum to remember the old times. I should show him the tattoo I got to remind me of the day he left. First, I need to get dressed. I hopped out of bed and got into my Red/White/Black themed outfit and went downstairs. Nobody was awake so I decided to practice my song.
"There is a girl
In the front of my class
Who I swear I've never seen
Do anything but laugh
She's tall and she's smart
Beautiful and strong
And when someone's down
She tries to fix what is wrong
How does someone so perfect,
Feel so insecure?
As to scar her skin with cuts and burns
And still want to hurt more...
How does someone so loving,
Learn to hate her own guts?
Drawing a picture on her arms with a blade
As if her mind isn't dark enough
There is a girl
In the front of my class
Who's eyes are glazed over
Like newly cut glass
The ghost of a smile
Hints at her face
And she laughs as they tell her
"Who's on First Base"
How does someone so perfect,
Feel so insecure?
As to scar her skin with cuts and burns
And still want to hurt more...
How does someone so loving,
Learn to hate her own guts?
Drawing a picture on her arms with a blade
As if her mind isn't dark enough
There is a girl
In the front of my class
Who's sad that you find it rare
To see her smile or laugh
Her friends tells her jokes
Like that one with the guy
But all she does is close her eyes
And enter her mind
How does someone so perfect,
Feel so insecure?
As to scar her skin with cuts and burns
And still want to hurt more...
How does someone so loving,
Learn to hate her own guts?
Drawing a picture on her arms with a blade
As if her mind isn't dark enough
For her imperfections...
There is a girl
In the front of my class
Who yesterday took
The breath that was her last...
She wrote a few notes:
"I'm sorry I didn't say,
But my mind was messed up,
You couldn't save me anyway...
And to the girl in the back of the class,
Who feels the way I did...
How does someone so perfect,
Feel so insecure?
As to scar her skin with cuts and burns
And still want to hurt more" I sang.
"Mini Flame that's amazing." A voice said. Only one person calls me that.
"MICHAEL GORDON CLIFFORD! WHY THE HELL WERE YOU SPYING ON ME WHILST I SANG?!" I yelled at him not caring if anyone heard.
"I wasn't spying. I simply walked onto the kitchen silently and listened from afar." He answered. Fucking smart arse.
"Oh okay. Don't tell anyone about that song or I will chop your balls off and feed them to my dog. We don't want that do we?" I asked him with an evil smirk on my face. He stared at me with fear and shock.
"I swear on my life that I shall inform no living being about that song." He said with his hand on his heart.
"Do you want to help me wake up Luke?" I asked him.
"Yeah! What are we gonna do?" He asked me.
"We are gonna replace penguin with a shaving cream mountain. Then you are going to tickle his hobbit feet." I laughed at my insult.
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