Author note: Hi there, this is another story, song fiction, actually, about Holly and Artemis. I rated it k+ so it can't be very bad, eh? Suicide included, but nothing mentionable. I can't believe it, I hate suicide stories. But it just flew out of my pen when I was writing this song, so enjoy.

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Make it though

Part 1: Holly

There in the light

I see your face

Smiling down on me

I 'm crying. I see his face everywhere. Anywhere I go, it doesn't matter. It's a picture I dream about, every night. A beautiful, indeed, but I don't want it to be just a picture.

Up from the sky

You travel down

To save me from the night

Yes, that's what I dream. If only my dream came true. When I dream, my heart beats faster and faster, there's no ending, and then I wake up, hoping he comes to save me. He never does. My heart beats slower and slower.

When you touch my hand

And cry for me

When you face my fears

I come back to life

Touch my hand, yeah, right. He touched my hand, yes, many times. But that was as friends. Nothing more, nothing less. And then there were typical times when I thought me might started to really like me, like more than just plain friends, but did he ever cry for me? I don't think so. I cry for him, facing my own fears. He would never face my fears, honestly, he's to sissy to face is own. I will never come back to life.

Hear me

I hold up my head for you

Screaming

Screaming for you

Screaming is something I'm getting scarily good at. When I'm lying on my bed, staring at the window with the fake night sky and I'm feeling very lonely, I scream. I'm such a lucky girl, having an apartment with double walls so nobody out there can hear me. Not everyone has that luxury under ground.

When the tears come

They certainly do,

There's nothing I can do

I admit that's also true. Sometimes, when I feel like dying, I truly believe someone made this song for me. Half to cheer me, to give me, although it's false, hope. But for the other part this song is definitely made to hurt me, to show me how the world really is. To tell me how it could be. My world is only half like this song. And only the bad half is mine.

Until you reach out for me

Maybe then I'll make it through

Make it through

I won't make it through and I know it. He won't be reaching out for me, and I can't reach out for myself, I'm simply not strong enough. I'm not the tough girl everyone things I am. Again, I'm crying.

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So, this was part one. It's the first one of Holly's share in this song. Er… I hope you liked it and review, if you don't mind very much. Thank you