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Club For Highscool
Forum-Index → Roleplay → Club For HighscoolIt feels like walking has become another chore
I don't think I can go on walking anymore
So please forgive me for these words, I know they're cliched to you
But life is tiring, my feet are getting sore
I wish that I could have a bit of time
To heal the ache that's growing stronger all the time
But I know time stops for nobody, let alone me
And so I go, inevitably
Whenever things are going rather happily
It turns out life is just playing a trick on me
It's slightly shameful to admit the truth, I end up in tears
And so begins the same old melancholy
I miss when life was just simplicity
And misery wasn't always chasing after me
It's pretty obvious now, I should've left my regret
But I held onto it so foolishly
Maybe I overreacted a bit, hasn't destroyed me yet, has it
But everything I desire is always just too far to get
Honestly, it's just me, brainlessly, so silly
Always hoping for good to be
If that's the case then just hear my plea
Pick me up and drop me into unfaltering sleep
You say to look hard for a solution, but wouldn't that depend on the person
So I could never, no I could never believe a word anyone says
I know that everyone has their hardships, it's fairly clear to me that I'm not alone
But how is it that they can just leave them, I just don't know at all
Often I'm told I need to clean up my act
Although maturity is something I lack
And so when some simple little problems arise
I overthink them over and over again
But it seems like the world is a troublesome place
And sometimes I feel like I should just end the pain
"You're sick, aren't you dear?"
I'm sick of the tears
Why can't everything just end simply
Everything I aspire to be, nothing that will become of me
My expectations are too farfetched then what am I to do
Give a sign, give a sign, a reason not to die
Give me a chance to prove my worth
I constantly search for a place to cry
Why won't these tears stop falling from my eyes
It's hard to constantly think of the same things, it's just unnecessary to think too much
You always told me stars would guide me back home, but they only come out at night
You always showed me so much kindness, I don't deserve it, I have failed you too much
I think my tiny heart is gonna split, please just leave it be for now
Move far from me, just let me be
This winding road that I stumble on is never going to end
It's getting difficult to maneuver, and there's no use in trying to run away
So I hold my hands over my ears and try to block out all the noise
How can I live not knowing what life is, sometimes my dreams seem to be more realistic
Obviously I can't be called happy but then...
What am I after all

Then the little girls in the village began to disappear, one by one. No one could find out where they had gone. Grief-stricken families searched the woods, the local buildings, and all the houses and barns, but there was no sign of the missing girls. A few brave souls even went to Bloody Mary's home in the woods to see if the witch had taken the girls, but she denied any knowledge of the disappearances. Still, it was noted that her haggard appearance had changed. She looked younger, more attractive. The neighbors were suspicious, but they could find no proof that the witch had taken their young ones.
Then came the night when the daughter of the miller rose from her bed and walked outside, following an enchanted sound no one else could hear. The miller's wife had a toothache and was sitting up in the kitchen treating the tooth with an herbal remedy when her daughter left the house. She screamed for her husband and followed the girl out of the door. The miller came running in his nightshirt. Together, they tried to restrain the girl, but she kept breaking away from them and heading out of town.
The desperate cries of the miller and his wife woke the neighbors. They came to assist the frantic couple. Suddenly, a sharp-eyed farmer gave a shout and pointed towards a strange light at the edge of the woods. A few townsmen followed him out into the field and saw Bloody Mary standing beside a large oak tree, holding a magic wand that was pointed towards the miller's house. She was glowing with an unearthly light as she set her evil spell upon the miller's daughter.
The townsmen grabbed their guns and their pitchforks and ran toward the witch. When she heard the commotion, Bloody Mary broke off her spell and fled back into the woods. The far-sighted farmer had loaded his gun with silver bullets in case the witch ever came after his daughter. Now he took aim and shot at her. The bullet hit Bloody Mary in the hip and she fell to the ground. The angry townsmen leapt upon her and carried her back into the field, where they built a huge bonfire and burned her at the stake.
As she burned, Bloody Mary screamed a curse at the villagers. If anyone mentioned her name aloud before a mirror, she would send her spirit to revenge herself upon them for her terrible death. When she was dead, the villagers went to the house in the wood and found the unmarked graves of the little girls the evil witch had murdered. She had used their blood to make her young again.
From that day to this, anyone foolish enough to chant Bloody Mary's name three times before a darkened mirror will summon the vengeful spirit of the witch. It is said that she will tear their bodies to pieces and rip their souls from their mutilated bodies. The souls of these unfortunate ones will burn in torment as Bloody Mary once was burned, and they will be trapped forever in the mirror." Kyle said holding a book walking into the library.

He is my buddy Adam.