Our Battle BeginsMy name?Our Battle Begins by H-Everybody-Lies--MD
My name is Malorie.
Why am I here?
Hah, obvious reasons.
It's not as bad as it would seem.
Sure, the end sucks, but it always does.
And being here, you're never alone.
Which is both good and bad. Good 'cause you're never lost on your own, and bad 'cause you can't be alone. But, like I've already said, the end...it sucks.
And it's weird too, don't forget outright weird. It's like you're invisible; a simple being that's neither here nor there. But that's probably obvious, I'm sure a bunch of people are already aware of that.
But, there's shit out here you aren't aware of. And you won't be until it's time. But it's not time yet. I suggest if you're reading this, listen carefully.
Did you hear it?
Well, listen again.
Well good, because this is just a dream. You're not actually standing here, reading our graves, stomping over our caskets, a flashlight in hand as it shakes slightly from fear. You're not <i>
ImprisonedI - I can't take it.Imprisoned by H-Everybody-Lies--MD
I need to do this
I need to release them
They - They're bouncing in my head
Ripping and biting at the wires that are there
If I don't do it, I'll go crazy
I - I can't take it.
Please, you need to understand
All of this - all of it - can wait.
Just - Just give me this pencil
Hand me that paper
And allow my ideas to flow
Allow my mind to relax
For the headache to slow
Because I can't hold them in,
when they're trying so hard to break
Through the DoorwayShafts of yellow trail across the green blades of grass. I smile to my classmates as we pass each other, going in opposite directions. The weather's finally gotten warmer; after a long and cold winter, I'm glad to just be able to walk around campus.Through the Doorway by H-Everybody-Lies--MD
College. It was hard to believe I was already in college. High school was a battle, even if I can't remember most of it. But, God, college! I roll my eyes at the thought, shifting the weight of my bag on my shoulder.
I've already been attending this school for a year, but I can't help but feel like it's my first day. There's always something new that I discover about the school, which makes me annoyed because I have no idea how I missed it before.
While I become lost in my thoughts, my shoes switch from walking on the dirt and grass, to the white-squared pathway. It's only when I've managed to walk further than expected, completely oblivious to the building I had come outside to go to, that I stop.
"My God..." my voice c