Wake Up Lyrics 3 Days Grace Novels & Stories

I was reaching for the cold, the salt, and the darkness. ​I was drowning in their honey, but for the first time since I woke up in this gilded nightmare, I wanted to burn the hive down. I wasn't just drifting; I was waiting. I was praying that the shadow wasn't a hallucination. I was praying it was the storm that would finally shatter the glass and end the "Good Sin" forever.

To come back to me. "Three days," I whispered. "You have three days, Victor. Please don't waste them. Please wake up."

The piercing sound of Grace’s alarm clock jolted her awake. With half-closed eyes, she reached out and turned it off. Five more minutes. She whispered to herself and immediately dozed off again. “Sis, wake up! It’s 6:30—you’re going to be late for work!” Grace stirred as her younger brother Elvis’s voice pierced through her dream. “And your phone’s been ringing nonstop! It’s your boss calling!” Elvis added. At the mention of her boss, Grace bolted upright, all traces of sleep disappearing instantly.

His voice is serious. “Precisely…” Alpha Lachlan stood up. “We need to get out. But, first, let's try to wake up Beta Mellow.” “Right, but I can hear it already…” Maridelle's voice is soaked in a mixture of worry and fear.

Whenever drowsiness crept in, she would drive the sharp tip into her own thigh without hesitation. The agony jolted her awake instantly, cold sweat breaking across her forehead. Her thighs were now covered in wounds identical to the ones that had once marked mine. New scars layered over old ones, a horrifying sight. She believed that as long as she felt the pain I once endured—as long as she stayed awake—I would come back. "Cecelia, I'm not asleep. I'm awake. I've been awake the whole time." She muttered to the empty room. She opened the bottle of medicated oil, now half evaporated, and poured it over her festering wounds. The sting made her whole body tremble, but she smiled instead. "It wo

I’m going to live the life you thought you were giving me, while you rot in hell. Black spots danced across my vision. The fire in my chest was turning into an icy vacuum, pulling my soul toward the floor. I could hear Marcus laughing in the distance, oblivious to the fact that his world was ending twenty feet away. I forced my eyes to stay open, forced my shattered nervous system to give me one last surge of defiance. I reached out, my fingers catching the hem of her dress, staining the bright yellow fabric with the dark smudge of my desperation. "Lurii," I rasped, the words tasting like copper and bile. My voice was a ghostly shadow of itself, but the promise behind it was absolute.

Eden woke up the next day, feeling a sharp twinge of pain in her head. The sound of her phone’s alarm blared through the room, making her headache even worse. She reached for her phone and saw with blurry eyes what it said. It was 5 AM. Oh shit, she thought. She had to go to the airport and pick up Grace from the airport in 3 hours. It would alone take 1 and a half hours to travel back to Florence. She was in no position to even get up and make it to the bathroom. She opened Grace’s and hers chat, and dropped a voice message, saying with a groggy voice, “Hey Gracey, I am like super wasted. Can you go ahead and get a hotel or do something, I’ll get to you later today. Sorry.”

I closed my eyes feeling groggy, my vision darkened and I gladly welcomed it, my body needed to rest, and my brains. I woke up the sun was already up, bird were chirping happy songs, Grace was sleeping on a chair, at one glance one can tell that there's no comfort at all in that chair. "Grace" i called out she mumbled "2" minutes and went back to sleep, I felt guilty the poor girl slept on an uncomfortable chair because of my last night episode now she will be late for work it is all my fault, "Grace if you do not wake up this instant you will be late for work" I checked the time she was an hour late already I I nervously licked my dry lips.

Still… I know… deep within ourselves… we still have that side of us that is of a child… a little kid… who was merely wishing that anything around the world would be goof to him. That… everything will be alright if we just believe in it… that… we just have to wait and things will be settled but… is that really the case? Can we still hope even in this state? Is there… really hope? “—An—” “—Er…” “Ethan! You are finally awake!“

17 3 Days Later (The Weekend) 9:00 AM “Malady,” a tiny voice crossed my subliminal mind in my slumber but I tended to ignore it, calling it a fluke. “Malady please wake up, today is a hectic day,” once again that sleek tone divided my peaceful sleep with her voice and this time I replied to her with a groggy hum. She first waited for me to make movements and get off from the bed but instead of showing her any valid hopes, I further curled up in my covers and continued sleeping like a careless brat.