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By the time I regained consciousness, I was greeted with the familiar smell of disinfectant. It made me feel nauseous. Seeing that I was awake, Hans immediately approached me with a smile. "Lauren, you're awake! You have no idea how terrified I was when you suddenly passed out!" I opened my mouth to speak, but a sharp, burning sensation prickled at my throat. Hans quickly brought a glass of water to my lips, but I turned my head slightly to avoid him.

This is how I felt every time I saw and heard her sing and play any musical instrument before. Try to lock me in this cage I won't just lay me down and die I will take these broken wings And watch me burn across the sky Hear the echo saying I... Won't be silenced Though you wanna see me tremble when you try it All I know is I won't go speechless Speechless 'Cause I'll breathe When they try to suffocate me Don't you underestimate me 'Cause I know that I won't go speechless All I know is I won't go speechless

“You know I was broke down, I had hit the ground…I was crying out, couldn't make no sound…No one hears the silent tears collecting…You know I had lost hope, I was all alone…Never been so low 'til you came along…Teacher, I feel the dots connecting…Beat down on me, beat down like a waterfall…'Cause I can take on so much more than I had ever dreamed…So beat down on me, beat down like a waterfall…'Cause baby, I am ready to be free…Now I am invincible…No, I ain't a scared little boy no more…Yeah, I am invincible…What was I running for? (oh-oh-oh)….I was hiding from the world…I was so afraid, I felt so unsure…But now I am invincible…And I'm a perfect storm (oh-oh-oh)…Now I am a warrior, a shooting

"Salvatore! Where are you going?" "Back home!" he snapped, his gaze piercing. He couldn't understand why I hadn't escaped after setting the fire. For a fleeting second, he wondered if I had meant to end my life. The memory of my tear-filled eyes sent a sharp pain through his chest. He refused to believe I had meant to die. After all, I loved him too much to ever leave him behind. The car tore down the road, skimming the asphalt as its taillights carved a red streak through the night.

She was right here—afternoon light, good company, someone who made her laugh and paid for her ice cream without keeping score—and some occupied corner of her brain refused to come back from a rooftop it had no business still being on. Later. She pressed her tongue against the roof of her mouth and focused on the conversation. "Okay," Liam said, after a moment. "I have to know. Worst ice cream flavour. Go." "Bubblegum." She said quickly. “Wow." Liam laughed. "It's the colour of something that should not be eaten. It tastes like a child's fever dream." He laughed again, properly, head tilting back slightly. "Okay that's fair. Mine's lavender." "Lavender? That's quite specific."

And a song that refuses to stay where I put it. I take a breath. Play a chord. Then another. Muscle memory leads me into the lullaby’s opening progression before my brain can stop it. I freeze. “No,” I tell myself. Not that one. Not yet. I shift. New chords. A different melody, similar shape. It's a song about being tired, small, and furious at a world that tells you you’re lucky to be on your knees. Words start to thread themselves through my head. *They said be grateful for the spotlight / even if it burns your eyes / they said sign here, it’s just a footnote / they said don’t ask what you’re worth, just try…*

My phone suddenly vibrated with a message from the bank: "Your transfer of 500 thousand dollars to Ayla Miller has been returned. Your remaining balance…" "Damn it!" I suddenly flung my glass onto the floor, where it smashed into smithereens. I had transferred the money to Ayla that morning. Why was Ayla still not satisfied? I had gone above and beyond in giving her that money. Now she had transferred it back to me! Fine, so she thought she had a backbone, did she? If so, she could not blame me for being harsh! "Dad…" David began crying out of fear. "I want Mom!"

She screamed and I ran away before she got her hands on me. I feel bad but there's nothing I can do 🎶 Whats up I'm right back🎶 Cock back the trigger🎶 Plain Jane get hijacked🎶 Don't like me? Then tell me how you like that, like that🎶 In this even darker place shine like the stars🎶 With a smile on my face I'll kiss you goodbye🎶 Laugh all you want while you still can🎶 Because it's about to be your turn 1, 2, 3🎶

Please make your choice. The prompt came again. I closed my eyes and made up my mind. "I'm going home." There was nothing left here worth staying for, no one left worth saving. [Exchange complete. Passage home will now open.] As the words settled, the sky shifted. A crimson glow spread overhead as the earth began to tremble, a deep rumble rolling beneath our feet. "It's a sign from the heavens!" The crowd erupted in celebration. People cheered, pointed at the sky, and praised what they believed was a blessing.

Chapter Name : The Battle Song : Copycat Artist : Billy Elish Lyrics : Don't be cautious, don't be kind You committed, I'm your crime Push my button anytime You got your finger on the trigger, but your trigger finger's mine Silver dollar, golden flame Dirty water, poison rain Perfect murder, take your aim I don't belong to anyone, but everybody knows my name By the way You've been uninvited 'Cause all you say Are all the same things I did Copycat tryna cop my manner Watch your back when you can't watch mine Copycat tryna cop my glamour Why so sad, bunny? Can't have mine Call me calloused, call me cold You're italic, I'm in bold Call me cocky, watch your tone You better love me 'cause you're