Goth Girl and Emo Boy
Bring Me To Life
*Kayleigh's POV*
That's it.
Alex is dead.
I've used that word so much before. I've yelled it after my little sisters, I've sung along to a song with the same title. I've thought about it, I've experienced it but never like this before.
I want to make him proud of me. I know what he'd say if he saw me upset.
Honestly Kay, I know your Lead Emoian but there's no need to cry so much!
So what do I do?
I fight. I fight and I train and I work. I kill every Chavian in my path and I don't care if it makes me a murderer. I killed Adidasa and I'm proud.
The battle is still scary but I face it with a grim interest, ploughing my way through as if it's Maths homework. It's tedious but the result will be good.
I just want Alex back.
Every girl on the planet wishes for her Prince Charming in girl jeans and a lip ring and I found mine.
It's battle time again and I am fighting a Chavian. He's dribbling all over me and I roll my eyes.
"Gah, you're so disgusting," I mutter and he goes mental then. He pins me against a rock wall and presses a dagger against my throat.
"Miss your Emoian prince, Fringey?" he snarls and I kick out at him. He turns purple and then kisses me, a horrible, vile kiss. I struggle, screaming into it. I wanted Alex to be the last person to ever kiss me. I wanted his phantom touch to linger on my lips.
I push the Chavian away and run. It's cowardly but I run and run back to our tent. I go into Alexs room, sit down and cry. Alex's body is still there, pristine and perfect.
"Oh, Al," I whisper, resting my head on his chest. I cry silently into his clothes and gently kiss his soft lips. "Goodbye."
I stay there for hours before I feel some movement underneath me.
"Honestly, Kay, I know you're Lead Emoian but there's no need to cry so much!"
That's it.
Alex is dead.
I've used that word so much before. I've yelled it after my little sisters, I've sung along to a song with the same title. I've thought about it, I've experienced it but never like this before.
I want to make him proud of me. I know what he'd say if he saw me upset.
Honestly Kay, I know your Lead Emoian but there's no need to cry so much!
So what do I do?
I fight. I fight and I train and I work. I kill every Chavian in my path and I don't care if it makes me a murderer. I killed Adidasa and I'm proud.
The battle is still scary but I face it with a grim interest, ploughing my way through as if it's Maths homework. It's tedious but the result will be good.
I just want Alex back.
Every girl on the planet wishes for her Prince Charming in girl jeans and a lip ring and I found mine.
It's battle time again and I am fighting a Chavian. He's dribbling all over me and I roll my eyes.
"Gah, you're so disgusting," I mutter and he goes mental then. He pins me against a rock wall and presses a dagger against my throat.
"Miss your Emoian prince, Fringey?" he snarls and I kick out at him. He turns purple and then kisses me, a horrible, vile kiss. I struggle, screaming into it. I wanted Alex to be the last person to ever kiss me. I wanted his phantom touch to linger on my lips.
I push the Chavian away and run. It's cowardly but I run and run back to our tent. I go into Alexs room, sit down and cry. Alex's body is still there, pristine and perfect.
"Oh, Al," I whisper, resting my head on his chest. I cry silently into his clothes and gently kiss his soft lips. "Goodbye."
I stay there for hours before I feel some movement underneath me.
"Honestly, Kay, I know you're Lead Emoian but there's no need to cry so much!"