Oh Fionna Lyrics Novels & Stories

“Enzo stepped in.” “That piece of shit,” Fiona spat. The girl next to her gave her a curious look, and Fiona lowered her voice. “I should have been there.” “No, it’s okay.” “I hate him,” she declared. “Me too.” She elbowed me again, and I gave her an exasperated look. “So, Enzo rescued you, huh? He really is a knight in shining armor.” “Fiona!” I exclaimed. “He’s with Nina.” “That doesn’t mean I can’t admire him.”

The lyrics rang out from the speakers, Fiona belting out Chester Bennington's words with gusto. "I tried so hard and got so far! But in the end, it doesn't even matter! I had to fall to lose it all, but in the end, it doesn't even matter!" Celine, sitting beside Fiona, rolled her eyes and laughed, her phone in hand as she snapped photos and videos of Fiona's enthusiastic carpool karaoke. "Fiona, my ears are suffering! Can you chill with the high notes? You sound like a dying goldfish!" she teased.

"Fiona is dead." * * *

“I thought… Fionna needed me. Maybe I was wrong.” At the mention of her name, Fionna’s head turned, and her light blue eyes bore into my soul. I saw it then. She was screaming, just not externally. She was in the middle of a long, silent scream that only I could hear. She must’ve sent the odor of smoke to me, too, in order to hasten my arrival. It hadn’t worked, but it had helped me think the situation was real. “Are you okay, Fionna?” I asked.

She doesn’t even know that I have never tried to write a letter and apologised to no one? “Is she ignorant or actually stupid?” I ask aloud. I drag my palm across my face, unable to shirk the hateful words she hurled at me earlier. Will she even want to get back or even give me a chance after this? I doubt it. ~~~~ “Clyde!” I hear Fionna before I see her bounding towards me, a gleeful expression on her face as she throws her arms around me and hugs me tightly. “Not that I am happy to see you this delighted, but what's the matter?” I ask as I return the enthusiastic hug.

Fiona laments. " Ok, you tell me. What would you do if you were placed in my shoes, would you let that person who took away everything you've ever loved go away without paying? " She asked, Dorah didn't utter a word as she kept on crying silently." I'm talking to you bitch, say something before I cut off your throat " Fiona yells with so much anger and hatred Dorah shakes her head in denial, " I won't…I won't let her go away" she cries.

“I love to shower… my skin is so soft… ah oh oh…” Despite being at the forefront from start to finish, Fiona was only responsible for singing “ah oh oh.” Her dance moves were unbearably stiff. All she did was wink, turn, wink, take a few steps, and wink again before repeating the routine. When the song finished, the mentors removed their headphones. Smiling awkwardly, Aiken asked, “Whose feedback would you like to hear? You guys get to choose.” Fiona took a step forward and said smilingly, “Here’s the thing. We’re big fans of Cedric Larkin. Since only Ms. Maia shares a ’delicate relationship’ with him, we want to hear what she thinks about us.”

She refused to accept this as her fate; she couldn't just rot away in this prison. "Hey! Let me out of here! How could you imprison your own Luna! Let me out!" Fiona shouted loudly, but her voice only echoed in the quiet, elongated dungeon. Fiona slumped to the ground, pulling at her hair in frustration. She whispered and pondered on what she could do to escape this place.

Reyona smiled as she said, “How are you doing, my sinful mortals? Have you chosen to accept the path of light yet?” Their parents smiled as Toria said, “By path of light, if you meant staring at numbers upon numbers until my eyes bleed, no, I am not interested.” Reyona picked up Toria’s drink and sipped. Then she drank more when her sister said, “Hey, that is mine! Get yours!” She placed the empty goblet on the table as she asked. “Quick question, please. Who is Fiona? She seems to know that Ruth is dead, and she wants to meet me.”

Fiona's POV I crawled across blood to get to my daughter, my fingers reaching out, snatching her from Celia and holding her close to my chest as I screamed at her with instructions of what herbs she should go out to get. "Mummy," Liora croaked weakly, her blood-stained lips almost stretched in a smile. "Did you get horsy?" "Yes, yes, my love," I whispered to her, laying her back on the bed. "Hang in there, Liora. You will play with Horsy."