Nightmare Lyrics Natewantstobattle Novels & Stories

I'd rather die Than give up the fight

"You're the light, you're the night You're the colour of my blood You're the cure, you're the pain You're the only thing I wanna touch. Never knew that it could mean so much, so much. You're the fear, I don't care 'Cause I've never been so high. Follow me to the dark. Let me take you past our satellites. You can see the world you brought to life, to life. So love me like you do, la-la-love me like you do. Love me like you do, la-la-love me like you do. Touch me like you do, ta-ta-touch me like you do. What are you waiting for? Fading in, fading out On the edge of paradise. Every inch of your skin is a holy grail I've got to find.

My voice quivered as I spoke and continued to recount my recurring nightmares. "I'm trapped in that dark room and I can hear his voice whispering, taunting me and I can feel his hands on me. I can't see him, but I know he's there, lurking in the shadows, waiting to hurt me again.And no matter how hard I try, I can't escape it. I can't escape him." I sighed and looked down at my trembling hands. "We're here for you, Dannie. We'll help you through this. You're safe now." Alyssa said as she gently squeezed my hand.

Adam argued, still defending me. "She deserved that. Gavin knows better what he should do!" Catherine argued with Adam. Adam turned to Gavin, who was still staring at me with a glare. Gavin immediately pulled my hand into the room. "Come in here, bitch! Don't you dare leave the room and meet that man? He's not the angel responsible for saving you. You have to pay for your sin, Mahira!" Gavin immediately slammed my body on the bed. I was in so much pain that tears came to my eyes, and I couldn't hold back the pain as Gavin's hands pulled me in and threw me down mercilessly.

The sharp crack of breaking glass split the air. Jeanne looked up, stunned, meeting Darren's bloodshot eyes. The tenderness that once lived there was gone, replaced by something wild and possessive. His voice was cold and feral. "You're not leaving me." A shudder ran through her body, but she still turned to go. She managed only two steps before a sharp sting pierced the back of her neck. Her vision went dark—and everything vanished.

This fight. I’m not a vessel. Not a contract. Not a dotted line. I’m a mother. And I’ll burn the whole world down before I let them take you. The pain came again—deep, tearing, final. Nate is coming. And I’m ready. ---

“When your dad was listing the things he didn’t want… what did he mean by… ‘no fucking cowbell’?” For the first time since the attack, Jo found herself laughing. She’d let that slip by her, but Zane was right. He had said that. “Well, when Elliott died, apparently, Hannah decided his funeral should be a little different than the norm. Apparently, the funeral started with the song, ‘Don’t Fear the Reaper,’ by Blue Oyster Cult.” She remembered how her mom would always laugh when she told that story. Thinking of Hannah, a Guardian and the second in command of all of the Guardians made her wonder where the hell the woman was. She’d thought all along that Hannah was with Jamie--but she hadn’t bee

Amy lay on the bed sadly and suddenly recalled that she had gotten headphones for herself. She quickly downloaded a few more songs and in no time, she had many songs on her phone. She connected her phone to the earphones and began to play the songs in her playlist. As she lay on the bed, listening to the songs, she soon forgot about her unhappiness and began to sing along until she finally fell asleep. Meanwhile, Bastian went to her door and knocked. He had told himself that while having sex with her, he would cover her face with a pillow and pretend that she was someone else.

Nia's POV The world hasn't been unfair to me but it wasn't exactly fair either. I graduated college after years of brutally fighting against myself and my parents to ensure that I could do as they liked but also pursue my own happiness and today it would all be worth it. "Nia, could you hurry your ass up you're gonna be late. Also, we're out of milk could you pick some up on your way back,” my best friend called from outside my room of the apartment we shared together. Her name is Claire and her attitude isn't like her name, it's dark and cloudy. The opposite of me.