My Fiction.

Marilyn, a girl I had known all of my life, and had come to cherish deeply, was sitting on her front porch crying. I watched her, she had heard that I had died. If only I had stayed dead. My skin, once tan, was bleached white. My hair seemed to be a darker shade of black…and my eyes…once a dark blue, were now like glowing ice.
Her dark waves fell over her shoulders, and her creamy tan skin went unblemished. She was a lady—always into wearing her hoopskirts and applying powder, even when she was young. I smiled slightly. Then she looked up, with a tear streaked face, directly at my hiding spot by the apothecary. I moved back into the shadows, but puzzlement crossed her catlike blue-green eyes.
She stood up slowly, and wiped the tears on the sleeves of her new black dress and walked slowly toward the alley. My eyes widened and I backed up. “Stop!” She yelled, and began running.
She lifted her skirts and ran as fast as she could. I backed against the end of the brick alley and she plowed into me. “Andrew?” She whispered looking at me.
My eyes widened and I tried, but I couldn’t get away from her intoxicating scent. “Marilyn, get away.” I whispered.
She smiled, recognizing my voice. “I knew you weren’t dead.” She whispered.
Then she really looked at me. “My God.” She whispered.
I looked away, ashamed. If only she knew the horrors I had caused in the short days of my supposed “death”.
“I am dead.” I said quietly.
She took hold of my shirt and pulled me. I didn’t even respond. “Andrew, listen to me. I know what you are. You must leave this place. They will kill you permanently.” She whispered fiercely.
I looked into her eyes. “Why should I live?”
Tears filled her eyes once more and she brought her lips to mine. When she pulled back I was stunned. “Because I love you,” she whispered, and pushed me away.
I left the village that night, but I stopped by her home before. I climbed through her window as she slept—silent as a cat—and kissed her forehead. “I love you. I promise…” I swallowed hard. “I promise we’ll meet again, Marilyn. I promise.” And I was gone.

As I Fall to the Ground

I want to scream
About everything
I don’t know why
But I want to cry

I want to run away
Far far far away
Take me away
Take me far from
This place

Watch me here
Watch me now
As I fall
To the ground
And I scream
About everything you’ve
Done to me.

And I swallow back these
Tears that threaten
To come
To spill
To kill
To kill
To kill
My dignity.
And I scream…

I want to run away
Far far away
So please just take me away
Take me far from this place

Watch me here
Watch me now
As I fall
To the ground
And I scream
About everything
You’ve ever done
To me.

So watch me here
So watch me now
So watch me as I fall
To the ground
That never softens
With each blow
It seems to get harder

But I bare the pain
Of every bruise
Of the bleeding
Of every cut
And I scream
And I scream
And I scream

Watch me here
Watch me now
As I fall to the ground
And I scream
About everything
You’ve ever done to me

But with a final
Kiss I bleed
The last words that
I will ever need
Are the ones
I never heard
From you

So watch me here
Watch me now
As I fall to the ground
And I scream
About everything
You’ve ever done to me.

SONGS!!

ok, so i wrote a song, a few actually DEARLY BELOVED is one of the first i wrote!!! on here at least...

AAAH oh gosholiness!

Ok everyone! im writing something that just focuses on bvb fighting zombies! but i need ALLL of their weapon prefurrences!! :P srry! the other one has...stupid stuff in it! ~(^o,o^)~ <- kitty's reaction to the aspect of JUST bvb fighting zombies!

FAN FICTION!!! Part 1 of BVBvsZOMBIES!

I was holed up in the chamber that half of the little town was in. The sick and dying had there own corner, and I was in another by myself. My parents and little sister had been the first to die. There was a loud screech as the door opened. My eyes widened—the doors wouldn’t be opening because of the walking dead.
Five guys in all black—carrying various weaponry—walked in, caked in blood. They had those welding masks on, so the virus wouldn’t get into their bloodstream I was guessing. Something about them seemed…familiar—but I couldn’t place it. Nothing had really mattered once patient zero happened.
“Excuse me!” The overweight treasury, Mrs. Donovin, said, coming over. The mayor had been one of the first as well. “Excuse me!” She said, smoothing back her red headed bun.
She adjusted her glassed and frowned at their clothing. Something was so…familiar! Gah, what could it be? I looked at their black boots, black pants, and one had a black leather jacket. “Who are you?” She asked.
The one with the jacket lifted up the mask, showing a bloodied face and bright blue eyes. “I’m Andy.” He said, “and this is Jinxx, Jake, Christian, and Ashley.”
My jaw dropped, and I stood up—pressed against the metal wall. No one else here knew who they were—they were super conforming. They wouldn’t even dream of listening to Black Veil Brides. They called it devil’s music when she had her headphones blaring. They shunned her for her black hair, and red streaks. They grimaced at her combat boots, her black skinny jeans, and her shirts.
So she grinned at them, and let them know what she thought of them. Those snobby, two-faced, ignorant children. That’s the way they acted. Like eight year olds. They were supposed to act like they were sixteen, not five. But when the zombies came, and they killed her family—they were quick to pray for her.
They teenagers around me stopped gawking at Andy and started gawking at me. Then Mrs. Donovin looked directly at me. She figured I would have no problem with the task she would give me—considering I dressed like them. “Rosemarie? Show these boys were to clean up. Show them around also, it seems they’re going to be staying here for a while.” She said, frowning at my pleading expression.
“Is there a problem Rosemarie?” She asked.
I crossed my arms and fixed my shocked look before they could even glance at me. “Yeah, actually. I’ve been telling you since I was five to call me rose.”
My snarky attitude wasn’t new just because Andy was looking right at me. I had always been the outcast, the complete opposite of everyone. “Well, Rosemarie, I will call you what’s on your birth certificate.” She said, mimicking my crossed arms.
I snorted. “Yeah, we’re all gonna die in a matter of days—weeks, maybe hours. I don’t give a damn about a birth certificate. My mom and dad, and my little sister all called me Rose.” I said stuffing my hands into the pockets of my white skinny jeans.
“Just go.” She hissed.
I rolled my eyes and made a gesture for them to follow me into the wash room. The girls were the ones doing all the work. This was a very old-fashioned town. “So, um, are you guys the official zombie slayers now?” I asked, nonchalant.
One laughed. “Well, we’re just trying to get to one of the unaffected areas.” I heard Jake say.
“Everything will be affected soon.” I said gravely.
“So, your name’s Rose?” Andy said.
I smiled slightly, glancing at my wrist. Three thick bands covered a scar that I got when I was thirteen. One of them was Black Veil Brides. My smile grew. Then my expression darkened as I remembered who gave me the scar. Marking me as a cutter. “Yeah,” I said, turning on the warm water.
I leaned down to get a few clean towels out. Silence. I got the towels wet and handed one to each person. “When your done just throw them down the shoot. Or if you want to, there are a few showers in the back.”
A guy walked into the room. I grimaced. Dakota. He had sandy blond hair, and jewel blue eyes. “Hey Rose-bud.” He said, smiling.
My fists clenched at my sides, and I forced a smile. Every time I saw him I just wanted to lash out and claw his eyes out. Or maybe give him the scar he gave me. I grabbed my wrist. Andy looked between us and walked to where I pointed. The rest followed. My heart was swelling with excitement. You couldn’t tell—I was a master at hiding my emotions.
“Dakota.” I said quietly.
“What are you doing with those big bad zombie killers, red Rosy?”
I sighed. “Weren’t you paying attention in the common room? I have too show them around, let them get ridiculed by people like you.” I said dryly.
He gave a short laugh. “Yeah, I know that.”
I clenched my jaw, not responding. His smile fell. “Why do you hate me so much Ro? We used to be friends.”
My eyes narrowed. “The operative term is used. Then I found out who I was and you—of all people—acted like them. You were one of the only people in this town I trusted! And when I stopped conforming—in that second you chose your side. We used to listen to the same music, we were so alike. Then when I let myself out—you were worse than them. I almost died. I didn’t forget. I don’t forget much these days.” Everything I had said was in a dark whisper—but everyone around was looking at me.
Dakota’s eyes were wide. “Rose, it’s not like I meant to do it. They told me that someone needed to take care of you, that you were possessed!” He said, grabbing onto my arms.
I met his eyes levelly. “Jump into a burning hole.” I hissed, jerking from his hold.

Later I sat apart from them—the ones who were flocking around BVB. They were asking them about the killings. A girl about fourteen came over and sat by me. “I get that they’re cute, but they’re acting like a pack of ravenous dogs on a steak.” She said crossing her arms.
“They never even listened to their music.” I sighed.
The girl, who I now recognized as Dawn Fitzgerald, smiled slightly. “Yeah, I know. It makes the ones who did look normal.”
I grinned at her. “Why didn’t you tell me?” I bumped her.
She shrugged. “I saw what you went through, I didn’t want to make it worse—and plus a sixteen year old doesn’t want to hang with a fourteen year old.”
I rolled my eyes. “Age is just a number. It doesn’t really mean anything.”
I heard the crash first. I was up and running when everyone was just staring at the open door. The guard was on the floor turning a sickly pale/green color. I had a designated weapon. I reached the weapon racks when people started screaming and running toward the basement area. “Rose! Go with them!” I heard someone say.
I put the clip in the sniper rifle and pulled up the bandana from around my neck. I saw the first one—a man with blood pouring from his mouth and flesh in between his teeth. I aimed, but didn’t fire. My eyes went wide when I saw a golden star cut its head clean off. I fired at the next one—hitting it in the eye. I had a few classes with my dad.
I just kept firing until every last one was on the ground—eternally gone. I didn’t even kill ten. But I kept shooting. I wanted to make sure they were dead. “Finally I stopped and looked over at the five guys.
Ashley had a golden BVB star in his hand, Jinxx had maybe ten throwing knifes, Jake had crossbow, CC was holding a chainsaw, and Andy was holding a 22.

Dearly Beloved

Dearly beloved
We are gathered
Here today

To watch
your grieving cries
To hear your hollow lies
To watch you in
Your pain

Tell me what you have to offer
Tell me what I need to hear
Let me feel the sorrow
Let me see your tears

Show me the faces
Of you’re dearly departed
Tell me the story of your life
I want to know your strife
A moth drawn to the flame

Dearly beloved
We are gathered
Here today
To hear your sorrow
To watch your darkness wane

All of its behind us now
Everything you went through
I know the pain inside
What your grieving’s like

I was you once
The quiet liar
That one black sheep
Now I Am Not
Crying any longer
I no longer weep

And You Await the Death,
The death i'll lead you to

Dearly beloved
We are gathered today
To watch you cry
To watch you change
To hear feel your pain

We are gathered
To see the funeral
Of your
Previous strife!
Awaken now
Into the lonely night.

Then we are them

Oh how irony keeps us in line,

When we think we are at our strongest

When our armor falls away

With he slightest touch

Of a dagger of words

We hide behind our mask,

That is true.

But it is only paper and glue,

Broken with the slightest droplet.

So we try our hardest

To shield ourselves.

To hide our pain,

To hide our love,

To hide our hate.

With a crack of revelation,

With that one small tear,

With the right insult,

We let it out.

We show or true selves.

We take out our hurt,

We take out our pain,

We fight for our loves.

We watch let them crack their mask

For a fraction.

Then we revert back,

To our music,

To the books,

To the poetry,

That keep us sane.

Oh the great lengths we go

To hide our pain.

We are the outsiders.

The ones they talk about.

The ones they avoid.

We are the true things they fear.

The things they don't understand.

For we are content,

On our own.

Fighting the matter-less weapons

They have thrown.

Showing them we wont budge,

Letting them know

We will be true to ourselves.

Because if we aren't...

Then we

Are them.

The Name I Can Never Repeat...

Out of all the darkness and decay,

I hear a name.

It whispers to me...

So softly,

So carelessly.

Barely above a whisper.

Almost legible.

What is this name I wonder?

What is this voice?

And what does it speak?

Where is this coming from?

What is this name?

Again it whispers,

So soft and sweet.

Again i cannot hear.

Again I wonder.

Is this what it wants?

To make me ponder?

To keep me up at nght,

Deciphering its voice,

Learning its wonder?

Feeing its heat.

A voice i cannot hear.

A name i cannot speak,

A face i cannot see.

Who am I?

Who is he?

All in all I wish,

For this to end.

But it wont.

The voice will taunt me,

The face i shall never remember,

The name

I shall never repeat.