Set The Fire To The Third Bar. One.Shot.Story.

I LOVE THIS SONG haha
song: Set the fire to the third bar by Snow Patrol :)
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Dusk and lit with sorrow, the cold ease of pain thickened. Her long dark locks of chocolate rolled down her back, roughening at the core. She stared into the ceiling, making out the twisted patterns on it, like clouds in the sky. Her vision cleared from the drawing blur, just sufficed to make out the little things. Her body lifted up from the mangled bed, sharp pains running through her body, but her mind left with no emotion that no effect was executed.
--flashback--
"Why are your bags packed?" She asked failing to keep in her tears. The man sitting on the bed just looked down at the carpet. "WHY?!" No words came out of his mouth, his only response was a letter in his hand, inching towards her. "Whats this?" she choked out, taking the the letter, ripping it open to reveal her new depression.
--endof flashback--
She stepped down the bleak corridor with a lighter in her right hand. Her makeup smeared across her face from dried up tears. She stepped into a square room, scattered fabrics, magazines and a desk in the corner. The girl walked to the desk, sitting herself against the back of it. Clicking sounds tripped as she flicked lighter on and off. She closed her eyes as she turned herself to the side wall, the fire ignited on her lighter.
--flashback--
"YOU CAN'T LEAVE ME HERE!!!" she cried out holding onto him. "Let go," he said, sighing as she gripped tighter. "PLEASE!!" He pushed her off onto the cold ground watching her weep, tears flooding her flawless features, trickling onto her lips and down her neck. He didn't look back, he just walked off like the love of his life wasn't standing behind him, begging for him to come back. He just kept walking.
--end of flashback--
The fire spread across the room, flaming curtains and the magazines burning with out care. She just sat there, in the corner, watching her world burn to the ground, as she silently cried through the night. A book fell from the shelf, knocking a record player. Slowly a song ran round out of the record, hitting the notes, flowing along with the flames, dancing like ballerinas. Memories being pulled into the fire, like a moth to a flame. Each memory painfully stripped away as she laid on the cold wooden floor, surrounded by the uprising heat. In her last breaths, she watched the record player slowly muffle and twist its once slow tune, the vinyl record cracked and fire caught on. The door was being shook by an outsider, trying to get in. The door handle twisted and turned in the inferno. The girl just kept gently slipping away into darkness burning alive......

I'm miles from where you are....
I lay down on the cold ground....
And I pray that something picks me up....
And sets me down in your warm arms.................

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[Method2thaMadness]

omg u shud start writing fan fiction or original fictions even....id definently read them :D

[SoRawSUgAr]

@Method2thaMadness Aw thanks :) wow well I do write them, just not on this channel. There's a link to the channel I write on, on this channel. My new one is called: IMissTheWord xx

[LoveXRhythmXHeart]

Aww. that's really sad :( But it's also really good! so much information and details :)

[00Vampie00]

@SoRawSUgAr welcome

[SoRawSUgAr]

@00Vampie00 well thankyou :P

[00Vampie00]

@SoRawSUgAr Well i think its really gud

[SoRawSUgAr]

@00Vampie00 pshh I'm not THAT good

[00Vampie00]

@SoRawSUgAr age doesnt matta im only 13 and yur betta than me

[SoRawSUgAr]

@00Vampie00 haha thankyou, I'd hardly call myself a pro, I'm only 12 :P

[00Vampie00]

I like the vid 2 :)