I woke up screaming. My eyes wild as I frantically looked around my room. I only stopped to breathe when I looked around and realized. It's my room. As my erratic breathing slows down I think.
The same dream, for over 7 times in a row? What, in hell's name, is fucking wrong with me? I sigh as I say to myself "Welp. No time to think now." I look at myself in the mirror as I get ready for school. My hair comes down to the middle of my chest, black, with fringed layered highlights of a deep crimson. My bangs are swept to the side, covering my right eye. My skin had no blemishes and was so pale, most people would think its white if not for closer inspection. And my eyes, the one thing I love about myself, are a bright, icy blue. My soft pink lips contrasted great with my skin tone. But, I thought with a frown
Then why does everyone hate me? I sighed and shook it off as I applied some heavy eyeliner, top and bottom. I put on blood red lipstick and two simple metal studs for my snakebites and a ring for my nose. I strode over to my closet and grabbed a Black Veil Brides Tank top, some black ripped skinny jeans, with my white leather jacket which only came down mid-torso.
I grabbed my phone listening to whatever song came on, which was Sarcasm by Get Scared so of course, I sang along
You've got me shaking from the way you're talking My heart is breaking but there's no use crying What a cyanide surprise you have left for my eyes If I had common sense I'd cut myself or curl up and die
Sticks and stones could break my bones But anything you say will only fuel my lungs
Don't mind us we're just spilling our guts If this is love I don't wanna be loved You pollute the room with a filthy tongue Watch me choke it down so I can throw it up.
Don't mind us we're just spilling our guts If this is love I don't wanna be hanging by the neck Before an audience of death.
You could be the corpse and I could be the killer If I could be the devil, you could be the sinner You could be the drugs and I could be the dealer Everything you say is like music to my ears
You could be the corpse and I could be the killer If I could be the devil, you could be the sinner You could be the drugs and I could be the dealer Everything you say is like music to my, music to my ears
Don't mind us we're just spilling our guts If this is love I don't wanna be loved You pollute the room with a filthy tongue Watch me choke it down so I can throw it up.
Don't mind us we're just spilling our guts If this is love I don't wanna be hanging by the neck Before an audience of death (Before an audience)
Failure find me To tie me up now 'Cause I'm as bad, as bad as it gets Failure find me To hang me up now By my neck cause I'm a fate worse than death
What a cyanide surprise you have left for my eyes If I had common sense I'd cut myself or curl up and die
Don't mind us we're just spilling our guts If this is love I don't wanna be loved You pollute the room with a filthy tongue Watch me choke it down so I can throw it up
Don't mind us we're just spilling our guts If this is love I don't wanna be hanging by the neck Before an audience
Don't mind us we're just spilling our guts If this is love I don't wanna be loved You pollute the room with a filthy tongue Watch me choke it down so I can
Don't mind us we're just spilling our guts If this is love I don't wanna be hanging by the neck Before an audience of death
When the song ended I went downstairs alone as usual, but with the odd feeling that someone was watching me.
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Hai mai muffins! Soo here's the second chapter! There's Skye at top, just imagine the snakebites! :P sowwyyyyy and yaw! Vote and Comment!
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The Love of A Killer(A Jeff the Killer love story)
Romance17 Year old Skylar Aronson. Outcast in her school by day, Cold Hearted, Insane killer by night. When she meets a boy with his own kind of smile, will they acknowledge each other and go on with their night? Will they fight to the death? Or will somet...
