my life

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I believe that it must have been 14 hours since I was asleep. I woke up,stretched my limbs but there was no way I could see how I looked.
Suddenly,a mirror appears right out of nowhere.
I checked my appearance, I looked pretty much dead.
Skin pale and with the slightest of freckles, hair brushing up to my collarbones,the style was similar to that of Bert, only my hair was longer than him. My body looked decent,despite me having a dangerous coffee addition.
I wore what looked like a white long sleeved shirt and grey trackpants.
A house of cards...
What the hell?
And maybe us inside....
I felt this music's strength only in my left ear.
What fools we are,
To build a house which was meant to collapse...
This was my favourite song,only three people on earth knew that.
Me,myself and I.
It's obvious.
Bert is a person who practices dark magic, no one,I repeat. No one knew this song.
Maybe we can just stay,
Till a gust of wind does the trick...
(Instrumental)
I go to that room, and sure enough. He is playing that song. One earbud in his and the other one in mine. I stare in disbelief as he clears his throat.
"Its your favourite song right?"
Oh,yes you bastard it is,now,will you please tell me how on earth did you find that out?!.
"Well,I just guessed."
You just happend to guess,just guess,my favorite song!?. You liar!
Can I say that I'm okay?
Even though I'm not.
Cause I want to stop the flow of time,
To just touch you,to just feel you.
As you and I both will shatter,
In this house of cards.
Hell,let's screw it and just stay.
Tears sprung to my eyes as I found my self enjoying the melody.
Why was the song so much based on my current situation here? Why? Just why?
You know the Truth, you do,
But you'll ignore for my sake.
But since I am the truth, I can't do the same.
Oh the lovely times...
In that house of cards....
I ran towards Andy, who immediately hugged me without asking what happened.
"I-I ," I tried to say,but hiccups were interrupting my sentence here and now.
"You won't,Anne."
I looked up to him.
"Really?" I asked,tears were blurring my eyes and burning them up simultaneously.
"Yes, you won't go. I won't let them." He smiled crookedly and hugged me hard just like Leah did once.

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