Crushed and Created- Tangled series (Overprotective famous brothers)

Good Morning. Not.

ALISHA

The pain shot through me like current and I woke up with a jerk. Gasping for air, I could still feel the month kicks landing on my stomach.

“You alright?” Salman got into my room and I scooted over to give him some space.

“Yeah. Tango Charlie visited me again.” I frowned at my guitar and Salman eyed the diary next to it.

“New song?” he asked and I nodded slightly, grabbing my guitar - Destellar, which meant shiny in Spanish. And it was totally apt name for my guitar. I didn’t need the lyrics, I knew them very well. I would have preferred the drums or piano for this particular song, but the last thing I wanted was to get out of the comfort of snuggling in and going downstairs.  Strumming the intro, I showed Salman my first creation after the attacks.

*Russian Roulette*

It's Russian roulette with no luck.

You can kiss it good-bye there's no such thing as sympathy.

When the disease is entering.

At first glance your instinct says this stranger's a little dangerous.

The cat was killed from curious thrills.

Now Christ has left the manger.

The taste is so divine.

So divine.

A chemical come alive.

come alive.

Welcome to your vice.

Good luck with life.

Cause you can't, you can't, you can't kill me that easily.

It's so nice to meet you.

It's so nice to know you.

Now that your guards down let me show you.

Superior rights from initial highs have now come back to haunt you.

Your craving's beg the strangers hands for a taste that's so familiar.

The taste is so divine.

So divine.

A chemical come alive.

come alive.

Welcome to your vice.

Good luck with life.

Cause you can't, you can't, you can't kill me that easily.

What will you decide when you're out of time?

Cause you can't, you can't, you can't kill me that easily.

The battle you picked was so one sided.

Now depending on me the one you invited.

Beg, plead, scream.