Night Sky

Cut My Hair

A/N: It's a short song, so you need to repeat it twice. Sorry.

Often I am upset

I cry silently and pull my knees closer to my chest, wrapping my arms around them.

That I cannot fall in love

My boyfriend ruined me.

But I guess

He cheated on me with my goddamned best friend, in my fucking room.

This avoids the stress of falling out of it.

Footsteps echo in the living room, and I squeeze my eyes shut.

Are you tired of me yet?

Huddling further into the corner of my dark room, I face the wall.

I'm a little sick right now but I swear

My door clicks open and the light flips on.

When I'm ready I will fly us out of here.

I shrink further into myself and prepare for the pain my boyfriend is going to inflict again.

Cut, cut my hair

Someone picks me up and sets me on my bed, taking a seat next to me.

Please

I keep my eyes closed and lean heavily into the strangers shoulder.

I'll cut my hair

"Oh, what happened?" Someone asks softly.

I'll cut my hair

My eyes shoot open, and I recognize the voice.

Strangely he feels at home in this.

"Logan . . ." I sob and throw my arms around his, hugging it.

Often I am upset

"H-He beat me again . . . H-Help . . ." I choke out and close my eyes, hot tears flowing freely down my face.

That I cannot fall in love

"Who?" He asks, slightly aggravated.

But I guess

"J-Jason . . ." I murmur, referring to my boyfriend.

This avoids the stress of falling out of it.

"Bitch, where are ya!" Jason calls from the living room, slamming the front door behind him.

Are you tired of me yet?

I gasp and press myself closer to Logan and curl up, squeezing my eyes shut.

I'm a little sick right now but I swear

My boyfriend stomps in and I hear him growl, low and gutteral.

When I'm ready I will fly us out of here.

"Cheatin' on me, are ya?" He snickers and steps forward, his heavy boots hitting the ground hard.

Cut cut my hair

I whimper and shake my head violently, messing up my mid-length brunette-ombre hair.

Please

"Back off, fucker." Logan snarls and wraps an arm around my shaking figure.

I'll cut my hair

"Pff, whatever. Get up, girl." Jason retorts.

I'll cut my haaair

I shake my head again and peek and eye open, only to see him take a step closer to me.

Strangely he feels at home in this

I screech as he yanks me up and off of Logan.

Often I am upset

He throws me to the ground, and Logan shoves him to the wall.

That I cannot fall in love

I curl up in a ball on my side and cover my head, sobbing.

But I guess

Someone falls to the ground beside me, and I turn and look over my shoulder.

This avoids the stress of falling out of it.

Logan is laying on his back, clutching a spot on his head where blood oozes from.

Are you tired of me yet?

Without thinking, I jump up and face Jason.

I'm a little sick right now but I swear

He's holding a obsidian rock, from my stone collection.

When I'm ready I will fly us out of here.

There's a blood spot on it.

Cut, cut my hair

Something snaps, and I yank the rock from his hand and throw it behind me, onto my bed.

Please

"You fucking bitch!" I scream in his face and push him against the wall, putting my hands in his shoulders.

I'll cut cut my hair

"Beat me up daily, then abuse the only person I care for!" I yell and pull him back from the wall, only to shove him back twice as hard.

I'll cut my hair

He pushes me off of him and I stumble.

Strangely he feels at home in this.

I attack first, landing a firm kick to his gut.

Often I am upset

Jason retaliates by kicking my legs out from under me, causing me to topple onto my side.

That I cannot fall in love

I jump back up and punch him in the jaw, and I hear a satisfying crack.

But I guess

He stumbles back and out of the room.

This avoids the stress of falling out of it.

The door slams shut and I drop onto my knees, shivering violently.

Are you tired of me yet?

My head hangs low and I stare at my knees, palms upturned on either side of me.

I'm a little sick right now but I swear

Steady, warm tears continue down my face, cascading down the older tear tracks.

When I'm ready I will fly us out of here.

A hand falls onto my shoulder, and I flinch.

Cut, cut my hair

"Hey, it's just me." Logan murmurs and scoots to my side.

Please

I smile slightly and look up at him, brushing a lock of hair out if my eyes.

I'll cut cut my hair

We make eye contact, turquoise eyes meeting ocean blue.

I'll cut my haaair

A hand goes to my chin, and my head is turned to face Logan.

Strangely he feels at home in this place

"Thank you."