Tired & Uninspired Ch.1
Title: Tired & Uninspired
Author: fcukthefacts_3
Rating: pg-13 for now
Pairing: VAM
Warnings: slight angst,don't like it don't read it
Disclaimer: liar liar pants on fire
Summary:
i never really tried. i wish i knew what i did wrong.
Notes: to anyone who has interest in this story-sorry for the 3 week(?) delay. first paragraph is lyrics from "the bird and the worm" by The Used, parts of chapter come from/inspired by The Used's In Love And Death and Red Jumpsuit Apparatus' Don't You Fake It.
Prologue-The Innocent Letter
Chapter One- Maybe I Deserved It All
he wears his heart safely pinned to his backpack
his backpack is all that he knows
shot down by strangers whose glances can cripple
the heart and devour the soul
out of his mind the weight pushes him whispering
must have been out of his mind
midday delusions of pushing this out of his head
maybe out of his mind
all he knows if he cant relieve it it grows and so it goes
all alone he turns to stone
while holding his breath half to death
terrified of whats inside to save his life
he crawls like a worm from a bird
During the whole 6 hour flight, I couldn't help but to wish that I could forget everything they ever said to me; nothing hurts worse than words. Just maybe, I deserved it.
I swear I could feel every person in this plane looking at me, talking about me, I knew they weren't saying anything good. The doc said i'm imagining it, its just stress and social anxiety.
B.S.
To take my mind off of it, i pulled the letter the nurse said someone had dropped off for me earlier that morning.
its hard to say i held my tongue, but after going the same school as you for over ten years i noticed a few things. the never-fading marks, how you stopped talking to everyone, how you never looked up or looked someone in the eye.
the worlds got a funny way of turning its back on you, i'm not the only one who noticed. but, we never picked you pack up. for that i'm sorry.
take back the beat in your heart,
Ryan Dunn
Ryan? Ryan Dunn. I can't even remember eve talking to him. Why the fuck would he write this letter, let alone notice all my uh, quirks?
I really loathe planes, no privacy. It feels like i'm about to havr an anxiety attack. Great, just what I need.
Oh God, I can keep it together until I get to baggage claim can't I, I mean we land in nearly 7 minutes. There that's better.
"Ok passengers, if everyone would please grab their carry on and make their way to baggage claim."
Finally, I grab my bag and practically sprinted off the plan and all the way to baggage claim when I heard a woman yelling my name. Hmm, she looks nothing like the picture.
[A/N]: sorry its short more soon maybe in a day or two? as long as someone wants to read it. tired is un-betad, ive mostly been running my ideas by a friend but, i was wondering if anyone would be interesting in betaing for me...please?
Author: fcukthefacts_3
Rating: pg-13 for now
Pairing: VAM
Warnings: slight angst,don't like it don't read it
Disclaimer: liar liar pants on fire
Summary:
i never really tried. i wish i knew what i did wrong.
Notes: to anyone who has interest in this story-sorry for the 3 week(?) delay. first paragraph is lyrics from "the bird and the worm" by The Used, parts of chapter come from/inspired by The Used's In Love And Death and Red Jumpsuit Apparatus' Don't You Fake It.
Prologue-The Innocent Letter
Chapter One- Maybe I Deserved It All
he wears his heart safely pinned to his backpack
his backpack is all that he knows
shot down by strangers whose glances can cripple
the heart and devour the soul
out of his mind the weight pushes him whispering
must have been out of his mind
midday delusions of pushing this out of his head
maybe out of his mind
all he knows if he cant relieve it it grows and so it goes
all alone he turns to stone
while holding his breath half to death
terrified of whats inside to save his life
he crawls like a worm from a bird
During the whole 6 hour flight, I couldn't help but to wish that I could forget everything they ever said to me; nothing hurts worse than words. Just maybe, I deserved it.
I swear I could feel every person in this plane looking at me, talking about me, I knew they weren't saying anything good. The doc said i'm imagining it, its just stress and social anxiety.
B.S.
To take my mind off of it, i pulled the letter the nurse said someone had dropped off for me earlier that morning.
its hard to say i held my tongue, but after going the same school as you for over ten years i noticed a few things. the never-fading marks, how you stopped talking to everyone, how you never looked up or looked someone in the eye.
the worlds got a funny way of turning its back on you, i'm not the only one who noticed. but, we never picked you pack up. for that i'm sorry.
take back the beat in your heart,
Ryan Dunn
Ryan? Ryan Dunn. I can't even remember eve talking to him. Why the fuck would he write this letter, let alone notice all my uh, quirks?
I really loathe planes, no privacy. It feels like i'm about to havr an anxiety attack. Great, just what I need.
Oh God, I can keep it together until I get to baggage claim can't I, I mean we land in nearly 7 minutes. There that's better.
"Ok passengers, if everyone would please grab their carry on and make their way to baggage claim."
Finally, I grab my bag and practically sprinted off the plan and all the way to baggage claim when I heard a woman yelling my name. Hmm, she looks nothing like the picture.
[A/N]: sorry its short more soon maybe in a day or two? as long as someone wants to read it. tired is un-betad, ive mostly been running my ideas by a friend but, i was wondering if anyone would be interesting in betaing for me...please?