*editing* Is This What You Call A Family?

Chapter Thirteen

I smiled as I threw my covers off, realising it was Christmas Eve.

I jumped up and into the shower, making sure it was nice and hot before I cleaned my hair and body.

"You lived your life like you were on fire
But how can I dance when your soul just lifted me higher and higher and higher?

Paint bleeds, ink runs, image of your love
Your memory, our history
(Why did you have to go?)

I'd give up my eyes to see you one last time
And I'd give all my fingertips to touch you
And I could paint you picture perfect even if I were blinded
But you have to die for me to see how to live

(For me to see how, for me to see how oh,
For me to see how, for me to see how to live)

I lived my life hiding in shadows but now I can see
'Cause your soul is lifting me higher and higher and higher

Paint bleeds, I can't breathe, need you here with me
Close my eyes I can feel you close
(Why did you have to go?)

I'd give up my eyes to see you one last time
And I'd give all my fingertips to touch you
And I could paint you picture perfect even if I were blinded
But you have to die for me to see how to live

Angels fall
It's not your fault
Time goes on without you
Goodbye old friend
We'll meet again
Life goes on without you

(Why did you have to go?)

I'd give up my eyes to see you one last time
And I'd give all my fingertips to touch you
And I could paint you picture perfect even if I were blinded
But you have to die for me to see how to live

(For me to see how, for me to see how oh, for me to see how, for me to see how to live)" I sang to myself before getting out. I loved the song, it always reminded of Heaven, but it didn't quite make me sad anymore.

I then threw on a grey tee that read 'it's not just a band to me,' black ripped skinny jeans, and my black vans.

I blow dried my hair and applied minimal amounts of eyeliner and mascara, as well as pulling on a black beanie, putting in my anchor plugs and silver lip rings. Finally, I threw on a couple band bracelets before jumping up and going downstairs.

"Good morning." Mum laughed at me.

"Morning." I smiled, taking a sip of coffee.

"Someone's chirpy." Seth chuckled.