Peace and Pain

Chapter Fourty Two: Please Don't

"No, I'm trying to finish one." I laughed. "You can try, but I'm going to win." I walked away with a smirk on my face. I heard footsteps behind me and I knew it Vanila, so I started to run. I could still here him and he was moving to my right. I stopped running and he wasn't prepard for that meaning he was now six feet infront of me. I avoided his gaze, which was suprisingly easy. I didn't feel eyes staring into the depths of my soul. I started to walk which turned to a jog and started to run. I heard Vanilla follow me and I picked up the pace. I finally was home. I opened the door and ran inside and closed the door. I walked up to my bedroom and closed the door. I flopped myself on the bed and grabbed my phone. I started to listen to Bones. I hummed along. "There goes my mind (there it goes, there it goes). There goes my mind (I-I-I). Don't mind (there it goes). There goes my mind. 'Cause there's magic in my bones" The song finished and I played it again huming along with it. I must have played the song fifteen times before I got tired. I got ready for bed. I fell asleep in my desk chair. I woke up the next morning and quickly changed into baggy jeans, black t-shirt with a cat on it, braided my hair and put on my white lily braclet. I walked to LimesDiner for breakfast. Not many people were there so I felt like it was okay to eat. I ordered hashbrowns and a mushroom omlet and iced tea. I finished my breakfast just into time. I had to sing. I walked up on stage and grabbed the mic and started to sing. "I wake up to the sounds of the silence that allows. For my mind to run around with my ear up to the ground. I'm searching to behold the stories that are told, when my back is to the world that was smiling when I turned. Tell you you're the greatest. But once you turn, they hate us. Oh, the misery. Everybody wants to be my enemy. Spare the sympathy. Everybody wants to be my enemy. (Look out for yourself). My enemy (look, look, look, look). (Look out for yourself). But I'm ready. Your words up on the wall as you're praying for my fall, and the laughter in the halls and the names that I've been called. I stack it in my mind and I'm waiting for the time, when I show you what it's like to be words spit in a mic. Tell you you're the greatest. But once you turn, they hate us (huh). Oh, the misery. Everybody wants to be my enemy. Spare the sympathy. Everybody wants to be. My enemy (look, look, look, look) (Look out for yourself). My enemy (look, look, look, look) (Look out for yourself). Uh, look. Okay, I'm hoping that somebody pray for me. I'm praying that somebody hope for me. I'm staying where nobody 'posed to be. P-P-Posted, being a wreck of emotions. Ready to go whenever, just let me know. The road is long, so put the pedal into the floor. The enemy on my trail, my energy unavailable. I'ma tell 'em hasta luego. They wanna plot on my trot to the top. I've been outta shape, thinkin' out the box, I'm an astronaut, I blasted off the planet rock to cause catastrophe, and it matters more because I had it not. Had I thought about wreaking havoc on an opposition. Kinda shocking they wanted static with precision, I'm automatic Quarterback, I ain't talkin' sacking. Pack it, pack it up, I don't panic. Batter, batter up, who the baddest?. It don't matter 'cause we at your throat. Everybody wants to be my enemy. Spare the sympathy. Everybody wants to be. My enemy. Oh, the misery. Everybody wants to be my enemy. Spare the sympathy. Everybody wants to be my enemy. Pray it away, I swear. I'll never be a saint, no way. My enemy. Pray it away, I swear. I'll never be a saint." I finished singing and I left. I walked to the Floral Cafe and ordered a cherry blossom iced latte waited for a bit, heard my number be called up, grabbed it and left. Back home I started to draw. I must have been in my room for hours because I smelled lunch. I opened the door and walked down stairs and sat down at the table. I ate lunch quickly and walked back upstairs. I countnied to draw. I looked at my phone after a hour or two of drawing. I saw it was six pm, so I walked to Limes Diner, sang and came back. I was tired, it was only seven. I got ready for bed and countied to draw. I fell asleep again in my desk chair. I woke up and found my self in my desk chair again. I got up and changed into a black dress with little white roses on it and black sneakers. I grabbed my phone and headphones to Limes Diner. I saw there were more people so I got up on the stage, grabbed the mic and started to sing. "I wake up to the sounds of the silence that allows. For my mind to run around with my ear up to the ground. I'm searching to behold the stories that are told, when my back is to the world that was smiling when I turned. Tell you you're the greatest. But once you turn, they hate us. Oh, the misery. Everybody wants to be my enemy. Spare the sympathy. Everybody wants to be my enemy. (Look out for yourself). My enemy (look, look, look, look). (Look out for yourself). But I'm ready. Your words up on the wall as you're praying for my fall, and the laughter in the halls and the names that I've been called. I stack it in my mind and I'm waiting for the time, when I show you what it's like to be words spit in a mic. Tell you you're the greatest. But once you turn, they hate us (huh). Oh, the misery. Everybody wants to be my enemy. Spare the sympathy. Everybody wants to be. My enemy (look, look, look, look) (Look out for yourself). My enemy (look, look, look, look) (Look out for yourself). Uh, look. Okay, I'm hoping that somebody pray for me. I'm praying that somebody hope for me. I'm staying where nobody 'posed to be. P-P-Posted, being a wreck of emotions. Ready to go whenever, just let me know. The road is long, so put the pedal into the floor. The enemy on my trail, my energy unavailable. I'ma tell 'em hasta luego. They wanna plot on my trot to the top. I've been outta shape, thinkin' out the box, I'm an astronaut, I blasted off the planet rock to cause catastrophe, and it matters more because I had it not. Had I thought about wreaking havoc on an opposition. Kinda shocking they wanted static with precision, I'm automatic Quarterback, I ain't talkin' sacking. Pack it, pack it up, I don't panic. Batter, batter up, who the baddest? It don't matter 'cause we at your throat. Everybody wants to be my enemy. Spare the sympathy. Everybody wants to be. My enemy. Oh, the misery. Everybody wants to be my enemy. Spare the sympathy. Everybody wants to be my enemy. Pray it away, I swear. I'll never be a saint, no way. My enemy. Pray it away, I swear. I'll never be a saint." I finished singing and left. I walked inside grabbed an apple and left again. I went to the board walk. I saw that it was crowded, but I didn't care. I walked to the shops. I sat down on one of the benches.