Mmkay. This is basically a look a little bit into Eden's mind.
The poem/lyrics in this I wrote myself.
The story part didn't quite fit how I intended, but I like it, and don't want to change it.
For the story:
lyrics/ poem
thoughts/memories
normal story-ness
Oh! This is dedicated to moon eclipse shadows, because she likes Eden, and she gave me a good review on chapter 3.
Enjoy.
There's nothing left for me?
All I can do
Is look, into the past
I ran around the track, legs pumping, heart racing, lungs heaving. I finished the lap and slowed to a walk, giving my body a chance to recuperate. I didn't want to overdo it.
After walking for awhile, I sat on the damp grass, my head in my hands. As I sat there, exhausted from running for about ten minutes, memories came flooding back.
Oh god, no…Please…go away…
The whole reason for my running was to keep the thoughts --ones I did not want to relive-- away.
My future will be the same
Nothing's going to change
This year will be just like before.
So it can cause harm no more
To look into the past
"You got a C? And on a test! Your father won't be happy! Better go get yourself good and ready to be punished!"
"Second in your group? Why not first? The Legard family is known for it's members being excellent in several forms of armed combat! Why do you think I have trained you so hard? Legards do NOT come in second. Especially not in fencing!"
I've pulled out of the fight
I cannot fix my life
Nothing will be alright.
But if I'm going to last
I'll take my advice from the past
"What do you mean, some boy was mean to you? Suck it up, and fix whatever is wrong with him! You should be popular, powerful, and well liked! Not picked on!"
"Sixth grade or any age, it matters not! You have a family image to uphold!"
I've tried to turn it around
It's not as far underground
As it used to be.
It won't get any better
Wn't get any worse.
Only a few things
Left for me
Like this alternate, fake universe
And it's time you started letting me
Look into the past
A tear streamed down my cheek, and I hastily wiped it away.
The memories hurt.
Not because they were of my parents insulting my every move, but because I had been taught not to look back.
I wish I could talk to someone at the school about things.
Someone my own age.
But I didn't have friends.
I'm everyone's acquaintance. It's how I was raised.
I've never had friends.
My family didn't allow anyone "lower" than us to get close to me.
I wish I had better memories.
I hope I one day have the chance to make some.
Odd, followed by slightly angry-looking Ulrich and Yumi, ran by in the distance, laughing loudly.
Maybe…
Just maybe…
I smiled faintly to myself.
These people can help me.
Because without memories,
Good and bad
No one can last.
Yes, short. But I like it. If you don't, flame me. I really don't mind.
Please review. I appreciate it so much, and reviews can help me improve my writing. Thanks!