(ON HOLD) There were no fairytales, happy endings. There was no hope, freedom, and there was no winning. Only destruction, only secret crys, yelling for someone to help, but never being heard. Reaching for the sky, but never being able to see the light, the sun refusing to work it's way out of the darkness. I had to pretend I was fine, I had to pretend I didn't care about anyone or anything. And I had to keep pretending, pretending to be something I'm not, until one day, I finally broke...Now, I'm completely, utterly alone. At least, that's what I thought....