Loralie Bane is a 16-year-old, with a normal life. She had everything she wanted in her life; got into a prestigious art school, had a job but it all changed. If she hadn't stayed out too late, if she hadn't yelled at her mom and told her she hated...
This is the last interview. I have basically been through all the mating games and haven't found my mate. One guy even tried to force me to make him my mate...I punched him in the gut and kicked him in the balls.
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What?....He deserved it ok? Don't judge. Anyways...for the last mating games, I chose to put on a red dress that I bought. After this, they are going to return me to my aunt. I can't wait to see her and apologize for everything. I hope she's ok. As I am preparing for my last everything, I pack up all the things I bought in the giant duffel bag. As I get ready for the last interview, the last night and the last mating games (the last everything) I put my dress on the bed. The dress is long, swayed dress that has no sleeves, criss cross straps, a silver pattern from the neck to the waist and all flowy-like.
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I got ready and Audrey then guided me down the long twisty hallways to the interview that by now, I have memorized. As I get onto the stage the crowd cheers and as usual I go sit in front of the host.
"So Loralie...you are indeed the last one. Am I correct? How do you feel about that?" "Yes indeed I am. I guess pretty sad-ish...kinda...I don't know...depresses a little I guess since I haven't found my mate." I shrug. "Do you think you will find your mate this time, considering all the other girls here? Because as you know...if you do not you will be sold to another mateless wolf." ***for those who are confused, when I say that Loralie is the last one it meant that she is the last one from the original people who were here first. They still bring in other girls to keep the games going. Anyways...back to the story*** "Yes, I do remember and I do hope that I find my mate." "I hope you do to darling." He pats my hand. "Loralie...I have heard from the other girls that every night before the games, you sing a song. If you would, could you please sing one now, as a farewell?" "If you insist." I force a smile.
***play song above***
🎤 I thought that I'd been hurt before But no one's ever left me quite this sore Your words cut deeper than a knife Now I need someone to breathe me back to life
Got a feeling that I'm going under But I know that I'll make it out alive If I quit calling you my lover Move on
You watch me bleed until I can't breathe Shaking, falling onto my knees And now that I'm without your kisses I'll be needing stitches Tripping over myself Aching, begging you to come help And now that I'm without your kisses I'll be needing stitches
Just like a moth drawn to a flame Oh, you lured me in, I couldn't sense the pain Your bitter heart cold to the touch Now I'm gonna reap what I sow I'm left seeing red on my own
Got a feeling that I'm going under But I know that I'll make it out alive If I quit calling you my lover Move on
You watch me bleed until I can't breathe Shaking, falling onto my knees And now that I'm without your kisses I'll be needing stitches Tripping over myself, Aching, begging you to come help And now that I'm without your kisses I'll be needing stitches
[x3:] Needle and the thread, Gotta get you out of my head Needle and the thread, Gonna wind up dead
Needle and the thread, Gotta get you out of my head, get you out of my head
You watch me bleed until I can't breathe Shaking, falling onto my knees (falling on my knees) And now that I'm without your kisses I'll be needing stitches (and I'll be needing stitches) Tripping over myself, Aching, begging you to come help (begging, "Baby, please.") And now that I'm without your kisses I'll be needing stitches
(And now that) I'm without your kisses I'll be needing stitches (And now that) I'm without your kisses I'll be needing stitchesI thought that I'd been hurt before But no one's ever left me quite this sore Your words cut deeper than a knife Now I need someone to breathe me back to life
Got a feeling that I'm going under But I know that I'll make it out alive If I quit calling you my lover Move on
You watch me bleed until I can't breathe Shaking, falling onto my knees And now that I'm without your kisses I'll be needing stitches Tripping over myself Aching, begging you to come help And now that I'm without your kisses I'll be needing stitches
Just like a moth drawn to a flame Oh, you lured me in, I couldn't sense the pain Your bitter heart cold to the touch Now I'm gonna reap what I sow I'm left seeing red on my own
Got a feeling that I'm going under But I know that I'll make it out alive If I quit calling you my lover Move on
You watch me bleed until I can't breathe Shaking, falling onto my knees And now that I'm without your kisses I'll be needing stitches Tripping over myself, Aching, begging you to come help And now that I'm without your kisses I'll be needing stitches
[x3:] Needle and the thread, Gotta get you out of my head Needle and the thread, Gonna wind up dead
Needle and the thread, Gotta get you out of my head, get you out of my head
You watch me bleed until I can't breathe Shaking, falling onto my knees (falling on my knees) And now that I'm without your kisses I'll be needing stitches (and I'll be needing stitches) Tripping over myself, Aching, begging you to come help (begging, "Baby, please.") And now that I'm without your kisses I'll be needing stitches
(And now that) I'm without your kisses I'll be needing stitches (And now that) I'm without your kisses I'll be needing stitches🎤
"Loralie...that was bieutiful. Thank you for that." He says when I'm done. "No problem." Another forced smile. "So that concludes the last interview with our dear Loralie. Wish her luck and have a good night."
