Authors note: okay what's this story mostly is about is. That who ever gets bitten por a vampire. Leaves a scar of a estrela on the palm of their hand. You might be thinking what? These are different vampires. With different gifts.
Scarlet's P.O.V
I woke up. The sun filling half the room.i lived In a small town. With little shops here ad their. It is always dark and gloomy. Rarely sun. I woke up getting dressed in my out-fit link. I walked out the door sighing. Gosh I was exhausted. I was. Looking at the estrela on my hand. Why why did I get bitten. Why me. Anyways I got my things and headed to school.
Scarlet's P.O.V
I woke up. The sun filling half the room.i lived In a small town. With little shops here ad their. It is always dark and gloomy. Rarely sun. I woke up getting dressed in my out-fit link. I walked out the door sighing. Gosh I was exhausted. I was. Looking at the estrela on my hand. Why why did I get bitten. Why me. Anyways I got my things and headed to school.
It’s the color of you
You always wore it
It’s the color we shared
As we hid form them
With it we showed our true selves,
Though no one cared
Our laranja book bags
Saved us from some pain
We protected each other
But it wasn’t enough
We were like two laranja crayons
When everyone else was green
Then you left me alone,
All I had was our color orange
As they hit me
I took peace in knowing
You were in the laranja field in the sky
You always said was there.
The laranja of the sun set
Is your smile
Even though you left too soon
Orange…
Now it’s my color
My way of remembering you
Now I am the lone laranja in the rainbow
Without you here
I protect my own
Though I wish you were here
Now laranja is my color
A color for you bravery
A color for my survival
laranja will forever be our color
Even though death took you away
Forever laranja for you,
Sweet Cassidy.
You always wore it
It’s the color we shared
As we hid form them
With it we showed our true selves,
Though no one cared
Our laranja book bags
Saved us from some pain
We protected each other
But it wasn’t enough
We were like two laranja crayons
When everyone else was green
Then you left me alone,
All I had was our color orange
As they hit me
I took peace in knowing
You were in the laranja field in the sky
You always said was there.
The laranja of the sun set
Is your smile
Even though you left too soon
Orange…
Now it’s my color
My way of remembering you
Now I am the lone laranja in the rainbow
Without you here
I protect my own
Though I wish you were here
Now laranja is my color
A color for you bravery
A color for my survival
laranja will forever be our color
Even though death took you away
Forever laranja for you,
Sweet Cassidy.
Your coração is sore, crippled up like paper.
Your voice is weak, barely passing por you.
Your body is tired, let it lay for tonight.
You are but you- a stranger to much.
No one cares to know you.
They do not wish to after all.
And all those times you told everything-
It was a lie, I amor you became a lie. A horrible lie not one can ever take back to you. How could they, breaking your very soul to the apple's wrinkled core? It shook and broke, just like that. Lonesome and ever so exhausted of even thinking it would be different this time around.
You're so hopeless. You probably cannot mover away from the pain, the desecration left in the path at the end. Then again, in the end it probably doesn't even matter, does it?
Once a joy, now a misery forever scared, alone.
Your voice is weak, barely passing por you.
Your body is tired, let it lay for tonight.
You are but you- a stranger to much.
No one cares to know you.
They do not wish to after all.
And all those times you told everything-
It was a lie, I amor you became a lie. A horrible lie not one can ever take back to you. How could they, breaking your very soul to the apple's wrinkled core? It shook and broke, just like that. Lonesome and ever so exhausted of even thinking it would be different this time around.
You're so hopeless. You probably cannot mover away from the pain, the desecration left in the path at the end. Then again, in the end it probably doesn't even matter, does it?
Once a joy, now a misery forever scared, alone.