Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction ❯ Street Smart Contest ❯ Welcome To America Fool ( Chapter 1 )

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Summary: “She knows the streets Ko-Enma, you can't argue that… So ya asked for someone who I thought could handle this and help your group- I brought her.”

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Warnings: Rated R for language, light gore, violence, gang related material, sexual references and themes, insanity, suicide… come on ya'll it's R!!

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Lyrics `thoughts' “speech” -telepathy- ***flashbacks and dreams***

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Street Smarts Contest

Chapter 1: Welcome to America Fool

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I might be the way

Everybody likes to say

I know what you're thinking about me

There might be a day

You might have a certain way

But you don't have my luxuries

 

Brown eyes… almost gold eyes blinked, not understanding what was going on. “But… Ma what are ya doin'? Why have I gotta go now?” She questioned and gestured at a few boxes filled with the junk the older lady called her belongings.

An older woman shook her head, shaking her hands in worry. “Tia don't argue with me righ' now… pleaz… Child ya have gotta understand… I'm not ya motha.”

“So, migh' as well be. Ya need to stay here so I can… DCS'll come get me if ya don't.” Golden brown eyes narrowed at the thought, the 9-year-old face seeming to understand so much more than she was supposed to. Brown hair fell to her shoulders in thick strands that would've been prettier if dirt wasn't mixed into it as well.

She was a small child, the older woman realized as she looked at her. So small… Thin shoulders were clearly visible in the gray tank top. Small legs in ratty jeans and feet wearing black sneakers that had at one time been blue held her up easily… like the young body was used to so much strain... Every stitch of clothing was on its last leg… `Maybe DCS would take betta care of `er… I'm getting' out of this city… I have to… And I can't get her out too… Lord I'm sorry… Protect `er… Please.'

 

And it's me

I know

I know my name

`Cause I say it proud

Everything I want

I always do

 

“But, Ma-“

Grey hair was roughly brushed out of the lady's face as her hand tucked it behind her ear and backhanding the small girl in one smooth movement. She didn't hold back, hell that small tike could've taken on a lot worse… had probably. “Git! Go on! Outta my `ouse or I'll call DCS!”

Brown eyes blinked… But she recognized when she was kicked out of somewhere… “Fine, ya old bitch! I got betta places to be than in this old shitty place an'way!” With that the small girl turned on heel and stormed out the torn screen door and into a dust-filled yard with faint traces of a sidewalk leading to a street. She walked that now, glaring constantly at the world around her. It was as if she was saying `I've seen worse than you so back off, doubt you're worth it anyway.'

She jerked her head slightly and looked along the street. The middle of the city was to her left… By most standards it was cleaner- where most of the `hoity-toity' apartments, hotels, and restaurants were. To her right led into the well… Not so up and running section of the city- where she had always found herself. But there was also one more major dividing line for her. There was the side where people would ignore her, and where people would try to `help her'. That meant shipping into some hell ridden foster home… And that was the better case. She had been through 12 of them, 2 orphanages, and 3 adoptions. She always ended up on the streets again.

Feet shifted in her sneakers, toeing the cracked concrete beneath her that served as the sidewalk. She looked along the cracks, thinking of the old rhyme… `Don't step on the crack or break your mother's back…' Golden brown eyes narrowed and stomped on a set of cracks, storming off to her right. “Screw it, got betta shit to do than sit here all day. That ol' bitch can rot in `ell an'way.”

 

Lookin' for the right track

Always on the wrong track

But

Are ya catchin all these tracks

That I'm layin down for you? ``````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````` ``````

 

9 years later…. (A/n- cheesy? Yes. Dependable? Yes. Expendable? No.)

 

“Uhh…” A teen age Ko-Enma looked at the bundle of papers in the brown folder none too hopefully.

“Well, what do you think? Did I do a good job or what?”

Ko-Enma allowed a moment for tactful silence, personally leaning more toward the `or what' answer. He sat in his office, behind his desk, papers before him, his stamp inked and ready, and remote in clear view for once. Everything was as it should have been… Except her… Normally he liked tasteful and attractive women… He even could dismiss the fact if they had no brain of whatsoever. But this… This girl was nuts. “Well, Naiyuka… I… don't know what to… say…”

 

There's a song I was listen to

Up all night

There's a voice I am hearin

Sayin it's all right

When I'm happy I am sad

But everything's good

It's not that complicated

I'm just misunderstood

 

“Awww, come on, don't be shy. I did a great job right?” Naiyuka looked at him cheerfully, bright orange eyes sparkling. Long, beautiful red hair hung to her hips… And what nice hips they were… Ko-Enma evaluated the area for a moment, until he realized she wanted an answer… Hip gazing was postponed.

“Umm… Well, let's see what it is you have… here…” The demi-god straightened his shoulders slightly, brown eyes looking not to hopefully at the brown folder on the desk the woman had brought him… `Oh boy…' “Well, Naiyuka, I asked you for some help for the current… um… problem in America…”

“Not America… The United States,” the red-head corrected with the same dazzling smile and eyes, she crossed her legs easily in the chair... causing that nice black skirt to inch a little higher… Ko-Enma resisted the urge to drool.

“Right… The U.S…. I need someone to help Yusuke and the others to um,” Naiyuka was listening attentively, leaning forward a little and scooting to the edge of the chair… That black skirt was almost… “Uhh…”

 

There might be a day

Everything it goes my way

Can't ya think I know I'm super fly

I might see a world

In a world inside of you

And then I might just say good-bye

 

“Are you… going to finish?”

“Oh right… of course,” Ko-Enma dove into his explanation, keeping the question of what color panties the woman was wearing out of his mind. “Blend in and get to know the area. Now, I preferred someone who at least knew about Spirit world… Maybe a criminal I had some leverage with…” He paused again, gazing at the picture of a scruffy looking girl in a snapshot. She was human, with harsh, but attractive, golden eyes, and short brown hair that looked as worn and tired as she did.

Of course, the photo was 2 years old… `Two hundred years couldn't get that chic in line… screw two years…' “Naiyuka… I don't think she'll work. She's human, has a human world police record a mile long, and not to mention the fact she, well, isn't going to die anytime soon according to our files…”

Orange eyes glinted ever so faintly, and the pale-faced woman stood easily, the black skirt falling into place perfectly. “Well, you can always fix that, can't you…?”

Ko-Enma blinked at her. “You mean kill her?”

“Just a human, right? Get one of your boys to do it or something.”

 

And it's me

I know

I know my name

`Cause I say it proud

Everything I want

I always do

 

He shook his head to clear it. “A demon can't kill a human, and I don't exactly keep humans around to kill other humans to make things easier.”

 

Lookin' for the right track

Always on the wrong track

But

Are ya catchin all these tracks

That I'm layin down for you?

 

Naiyuka looked puzzled then shrugged, her red blouse shifting along her curves easily. “Well, then, she knows the streets Ko-Enma, you can't argue that… So ya asked for someone whom I thought could handle this and help your group- I brought her.” The redhead stood, reached for the folder, which Ko-Enma dropped further back on his desk, determined not to let the woman walk out with every bit of information on the girl. “Humph. Fine then,” Orange eyes narrowed and she walked out.

Ko-Enma shook his head and looked again at the photo… He'd looked through every record… there wasn't anyone he could use, so he had dropped the request to Naiyuka who usually took care of the things in the U.S. and Canada… This was the only person… *“Naiyuka… I don't think she'll work. She's human, has a human world police record a mile long, and not to mention the fact she, well, isn't going to die anytime soon according to our files…”

“Well, you can always fix that, can't you…?”*

 

There's a song I was listin to

Up all night

There's a voice I am hearin

Sayin it's all right

When I'm happy I am sad

But everything's good

It's not that complicated

I'm just misunderstood

 

The demi-god groaned. “I hate my job.”

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“You what?!” Botan hung literally in mid air for a single moment as her brain struggled to take in the information and failed, badly. Her hand went slack around her oar, the other barely keeping the purple communicator stable. “Ko-Enma, tell me you're not serious!”

Ko-Enma rubbed his temples in the small screen, changing into his real form in a quick puff of smoke. “Yes, I am Botan.”

“But you can't have a girl killed just so you can use her later on! That's barbaric! What would you're father say! Why he'd pitch a fit, and you wouldn't sit down for a decade if he-”

“Agreed to it.”

“-Why he… He what?!” Again the blue-haired woman just about toppled, hovering for a moment and looking at the screen in total, utter, and full disbelief. The breeze in the human world stirred her bangs, and her kimono sleeves lazily. Purple eyes blinked and she shook her head. “Is there really no other way? It can't be that hard for the boys over there… Maybe we could get a ghost or something…”

“Botan you know as well as I do how different it can be over there… I need someone who can give the right information. There aren't any demons we can work with over there. True there are some, too many to be precise but, well, they're beyond my control…”

With her shoulders slumped and her eyes still reading shocked Botan nodded, less in agreement with the action itself than with the logic. “When do I go get her?”

“You're schedule book should change to notify you… in either case, sometime early tomorrow morning. After you get her here bring in all the ReiKiTantei, even Hiei, I don't care what Mukuro says if he's there or not.”

“All right…”

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*** Gold eyes narrowed. This wasn't normal… not the city streets. `Where is everybody?' She stood in the center of a street that went between two skyscrapers. It was a main road, went right through the uppity part of the city she always avoided. She generally stuck out a lot there… But right now, she stuck out like a sore thumb because, bluntly put, she was the only person there.

All of the best shops, cafes, restaurants, apartments, casinos, and hotels stood empty, dormant. No light except for a rather large moon overhead and the occasional star you could see through the city air.

“Wha' in ta hells goin on?”

The gold eyes were sleek, almond in appearance, and contained a few flecks of something darker, more than likely brown or something. Short brown hair hung around her thin and pale face. It came just to her shoulders, brushing the thin black shirt gently. In truth, both pieces of clothing that were visible, the t-shirt and the jeans, were both worn and past their prime. But, they gave her a sculptured appearance, and didn't exactly insult her figure either.

But where was everyone? The eyes peered around, her hands folding under her thin arms and she shivered slightly. She wasn't one to freak out or get emotional, but this was so creepy… So unreal… Normally, night or day, this strip of city was packed, noisy, inviting. “Hello? An'body `ere? Yo!”

A few echoes... nothing else… `Shit `tis is wrong…'

“Tia!”

“Huh?” The nineteen-year-old spun on heel, her black tennis shoes coping with a faint scraping sound.

“Tia! Go `way! Git!”

That voice… The girl, Tia, shook her head. There was no way… `ol Mag…' “Mag? Ma?”

Sure enough a slightly stumped figure slowly came into view out of the moonlight. Hair flying, it headed straight for Tia… Faster then Mag had been able to move in… well, ever… Gold eyes narrowed… “Mag?”

“Git! Get away `rom `ere! Go on ya witch!” The figure babbled on, heading closer toward Tia, now only some ten feet away.

That's when the smell hit her. It came first as a blow… then a landslide of sick stench. Tia shook her head, backing up and running her eyes wildly over the scene as her right hand reached up to cover her mouth and nose. “Mag?” Gold eyes blinked and she fought off the contents of her stomach.

Mag wasn't… Wasn't whole… The face that had once been cheerful and round, healthy looking, was pinched and gray, flesh pealing from the cheekbones and jaws… The eyes were gone, leaving rotten holes gaping at the surrounding world. A gown of some sort hung off bony shoulders in ribbons, the gray hair sticking out at odd angles…

Tia dared a look at the woman's middle and legs, and was sick on the pavement before her. Chunks of bowels clung to the remains of the body, the occasional one still red and twitching compared to the skin's gray and rotting tint.

Tia's own insides churned and she stumbled back and Mag took a few more steps forward, waving a bone and tendon hand in the teen's direction. “Git! Git now! For ya own damn good!”

Tia shook, taking another step back and trying to master herself again… This wasn't right… Mag had died before she got out of the city… Fallen on some steps and broken her back and neck… An all to familiar pang of guilt surged through Tia's body, overpowering the fear for a split second before retreating. “God… Mag… Get away! What ta `ell `appened ta ya!”

“Git! Git now! Before they come ya fool! Ya witch! Git!”

Tia stumbled, falling flat on her ass before hurling again, her stomach going into spasms, making Tia fall back and twitch, trying to block out Mag's body and the smell coming from it in powerfully sickening waves… `Damn it… This isn't right…'

“GIT!'

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“Fuck you, ya ol bitch! I will `hen!” Tia bolted upright from the bed, a sheet clinging to her skin from sweat. “Damn ya! Just damn ya! Can't even fuckin' leave me `lone aft-” An alarm beeped… Tia opened her eyes and jerked her head to her right… The alarm was flashing and blaring 10:00 p.m. It was time to get to work… “Screw it… A nightmare… A fucking nightmare…”

She leaned forward, catching her forehead in her hands, and breathing deeply. `What was tat? Sure, a nigh'mare, I know tat much… But what tid she mean?'

* “Git now for ya own damn good!”

“Before they come ya fool!”

“Git away from `ere!”*

“What tid she mean?” Gold eyes narrowed before she stole another look at the alarm clock… 10:01… “Shit… time ta get ta work…”

 

I've lied

To you

The same way that I always do

This is the last smile that I'll fake

For the sake of being with you

 

She stood slowly, eyeing the small room she had crashed in sometime around 2 am earlier, drunk though she had been… Tia credited herself with better judgment… `Hmph… Must've downed more than I thought…” She shrugged, picking up her small black pack, wondering where the room's owner was… A quick glance around the apartment on her way out showed her nothing except junk, dust, and the smell of sex… `Boy… this guy must've ditched me today and went for another round… Damn…'

Not at all insulted Tia simply stepped out of the apartment into a dark hallway.

 

Everything falls apart

Even the people that never frown

Eventually break down

 

She walked down the stairs and opened a door straight into the side alley, glancing around in the dark and letting her eyes get adjusted. She was close to the bar she remembered walking into the previous night and made a note to avoid it for a while. Her bag was full of various articles… By the slight jingling, jewelry and cash weren't all she had lifted last night. `Oh well, Marc'll be happy with the goods.'

Tia turned onto the street, eyeing the nearly empty sidewalk… It was still early… 11 or 12 was more the `witching' hour for her. But the teen needed to drop off what she had before making another grab at another bar or casino. Every night she spent it flirting coyly, playing, occasionally actually spending the next day with someone, and on more than one occasion enjoying herself with their graciously given money before vanishing.

Acting was actually her major talent. She had the street smarts about her to know who was the sucker and who got sucked… She chose the former as her victims. Of course, if something got too heavy for her to handle, she picked another place and worked from scratch there. Guys were too easy… way too easy.

 

The sacrifice of hiding in the light

Everything has to end

You'll soon find

We're out of time

To watch it all unwind

The sacrifice of hiding in the light

The sacrifice

Is never knowing

 

She turned onto another street, steadily nearing more of the neighborhoods and she had to change into something more appealing of course… The guy she'd caught last night had actually interested her in more ways than money. So, she had downgraded on her outfit… Of course, she was usually out before sex happened, but sometimes she couldn't avoid it. Pillow talk was valuable sometimes… Most guys thought if they gave you money and screwed you, that you were obligated to listen to their sad little stories and drunken memories of a wife and kids…

Tia rolled her eyes. She was 19. She'd been at this for two years, and had a bank account and everything… Which had as much money as she could spare in it. It was her ticket out. Mag had managed to see the light and ran, but died before getting to it. But Tia wasn't doing that. No, she was going to get out and get away.

Her sneakers ground to a halt and she turned another corner quickly, a police car driving up the small road slowly. She waited for it to pass before she continued on her way, letting the warm air blow her brown hair out of her face.

Tia reached a small house with a large porch with a wooden overhang. The wood was worn, but cared for. The same went for the plants and dog sleeping under the porch. Marc kept it simple, but was sitting on too much money to be ignored. Tia knocked on the solid front door, shifting and slinging her bag off her shoulder while she waited…

Usually, Marc knew you were coming before you did. He simply wanted you to think he was important. So, when no one answered the first time Tia simply knocked again… That's when she noticed something wrong.

A faint copper-like smell… Normally Tia would have passed it up, throwing it out of her mind… But something wasn't right… She stood still for a moment, craning her head from side to side… She glanced at her watch… 11:05… `This is Marc's business hour… Where is he?' She lifted her right hand, knocking again slowly.

 

Why I never walked away

Why I played myself this way

Now I see

You're testing me

Pushes me away

 

“Don't move.”

Tia froze, realizing the voice came from behind her. She didn't move, but her mind began a whirlwind of activity… Woman's voice, commanding, close, younger sounding… slight accent… “What d' ya want?”

“Just follow my instructions.”

“All righ', and tey are?” Tia turned her head ever so slightly, barely even a fraction of an inch in an attempt to see who was behind her.

“I said don't move!” Click…

That was all Tia needed to know, the chic behind her had a gun… A pistol more than likely… the teen inhaled, testing the air. Copper… no… slightly metallic… And iron almost… wet… `I swear that almost smells like…' She stopped… `Blood…'

“My instructions are simple. Drop your bag, turn around and walk to the street. Stand there for 5 minutes. You are not to move a single muscle except to breathe and blink- you understand?”

Tia swallowed and slowly put her hands on her bag… easy… easy…

“Don't move!”

The gun fired and Tia felt her right arm, the one digging in the bag, sink into complete pain… She gasped, letting the bag fall and clutching her upper arm… Blood met her fingers… `Shit…'

“Do you understand?”

`Do I got a choice?'

 

Why I never walked away

Why I played myself this way

Now I see

You're testing me

Pushes me away

 

“Sure. Bu' tell me, ya work for ta police or wha'?”

“No, I'm simply doing as I was instructed. Now move.”

Tia bit back curses… Her arm throbbing… But everything was still there… More than likely the bullet was still in there. The thought alone of trying to dig it out made her cringe. “Fine ten…” Slowly, she turned on heel, easing her arm gently against her chest. She glanced at it… The bullet had made a deep groove in the skin, but it wasn't that bad of a wound… she'd seen worse for sure… Gold eyes turned now to her `captor'… But no one was there! “Where the…”

“I'm here,” again the voice had moved behind her somehow. “Now move. Walk to the street right now. Go!”

`Fine.' Tia walked straight toward the road, stopping when she reached the sidewalk.

“Now, stand there for 3 and a half minutes.”

Tia was motionless; sure she was going to get shot… Then her mind sank back into the usual activity. The woman was making her wait here for a certain time… `Making me wait for something to happen… but what, cop car? No…' “Ten wha',” she whispered glancing slightly along the street without moving her head. It was empty.

 

I've tried like you

To do everything you wanted to

This is

The last time

I'll take the blame

For the sake of being with you

 

“What's goin' on?”

“Be quiet.”

“Look, bitch. If you're gonna kill me go `head and git it over with.”

The woman behind was quiet, looking at her `victim' for a moment... orange eyes sparked in the street lamps… “I'm not going to kill you.”

“Ya sure?”

“Of course I am.”

Tia rolled her eyes. “Coulda fooled me, ya bitch.”

“Forgive me, this is the first time I've ever actually been in America, so tell me, does everyone insult everyone else?”

Gold eyes narrowed and she sneered. “Welcome ta America fool…tose are the nice ones.”

“And the mean ones?”

“Do somethin' a lil' different…”

 

Everything falls apart

Even the people that never frown

Eventually break down

The sacrifice of hiding in the light

Everything has to end

You'll soon find

We're out of time

To watch it all unwind

The sacrifice of hiding in the light

The sacrifice

Is never knowing

 

“Oh? Really? And that is?”

Tia chuckled, and in less than a heartbeat reached for the gun she kept on her hip and spun around, a pistol poised. “They to crap like tis!” She fired, at least 6 times before she stopped and gazed in shock at the fact that there was no one there… “Wha' ta'?”

Gold eyes ran crazily over the yard, the sidewalk, even in the trees… There was no one… Her arm throbbed but the teen kept the gun up, her eyes wide and worried. She stepped back slightly, onto the street to get a better view of the area.

 

Why I never walked away

Why I played myself this way

Now I see

You're testing me

Pushes me away

 

“Help me! Please someone help me!”

Tia's head jerked to her right, scanning the street and she saw a woman running along it in her direction, stumbling occasionally… Tia's first instinct was to vanish but she caught sight of two dark forms chasing the woman… `Shit, all the fuckin' times I gotta be in touch wit' my conscience… Damn it all!' “Hang on!”

Gold eyes scanned along the yard once more, and then she darted toward the woman, keeping her arm against her to protect it from the jerky movements running caused. “I'm comin', just keep runnin' t'ward me!”

 

Why I never walked away

Why I played myself this way

Now I see

You're testing me

Pushes me away

 

Overhead, a figure in a black skirt and red shirt with long hair floated in mid-air, looking on the scene with slight amusement. “There you go Ko-Enma. All it takes is a little altering here and there…”

 

For all of the time

This is how it all unwinds

The sacrifice of never knowing

For all of the time

This is how it all unwinds

The sacrifice is never knowing

 

Tia ran, and tried to focus on the woman more than the two chasing her. When the teen got within arm's reach of the lady Tia realized why she was running.

Blood ran along the woman's face, and a thin dress barely concealed anything. Long hair hung down her back… it looked black but could've been any wide range of colors. But what got Tia the most, was the blood dripping from between the woman's legs… Tia saw the rounding belly and understood. The woman was going to have a baby… the two men behind her didn't want that to happen… So, easiest way to fix that, short of killing her, was to… well… remove it… `Damn it all.' “Look, ya gotta run. Now! Git away from `ere!”

The woman shook her head… Damn it, she was too scared to move… Tia felt her anger mount and glanced at the two figures… They were gettin' awfully close… “Before they come ya fool!” The woman was shaking… Blood dripped on the pavement… blood… “Git now for ya own damn good! Go!”

Tia slapped the woman roughly on the shoulder, making her stumble in the right direction. That was all she needed. She bolted again.

`All `ight. Now comes the fun part… Damn it girl… Gotta get mixed up in shit.' “Here it goes.”

Two guns… Tia noticed the light slide along the barrels, winking at her. The two were slowing now, both panting but eager for an excuse to stop… “All righ' asses, what's up? Ya git sick of bustin' up shit and paintin'?”

“You got an awfully bit mouff for a little gurl.”

“I'm 5 foot 4 ya asshole an proud of it!” In one smooth motion Tia lifted her gun and fired, but was reminded of the fact she had spent 6 bullets… `No other clip…' A few bullets cleared the barrel, however that's when all she got out of her gun was a dull click… and both were still alive. Though one was on the ground nursing a shoulder. `Aw hell no…'

 

 

Why I never walked away

Why I played myself this way

Now I see

You're testing me

Pushes me away

 

Why I never walked away

Why I played myself this way

Now I see

You're testing me

Pushes me away

 

Two discharges sounded repeatedly.

Tia tasted the blood before the pain really started to sink in… Started falling before her mind really even heard the gunshots. Golden eyes closed tight when her head connected with the concrete, and opened barely when she started coughing up the blood. Her chest was on fire… Her arm thudded… And everything was spinning…

 

****“But… Ma what are ya doin'? Why have I gotta go now?”

“Tia don't argue with me righ' now… pleaz… Child ya have gotta understand… I'm not ya motha.”

“So, migh' as well be. Ya need to stay here so I can… DCS'll come get me if ya don't.”***

 

For all of the time

This is how it all unwinds

The sacrifice of never knowing

For all of the time

This is how it all unwinds

The sacrifice is never knowing

 

`Come get me Mag… Please… Come get me Ma…' Tia closed her eyes; she was going to get out of here soon. She was going to move east and start a new life… `So why now?'

 

**** “My instructions are simple. Drop your bag, turn around and walk to the street. Stand there for 5 minutes. You are not to move a single muscle except to breath and blink- you understand?”****

 

The teen opened her eyes, spitting out blood and trying to get up… Every muscle tried to obey her, but few managed more than a slight twitch… Her chest hurt… breathing was hard… the blood was metallic tasting… `Tat bitch… she knew tis was happenin'!'

 

*** “Sure. Bu' tell me, ya work for ta police or wha'?”

“No, I'm simply doing as I was instructed. Now move.”****

 

For all of the time

This is how it all unwinds

The sacrifice of never knowing

For all of the time

This is how it all unwinds

The sacrifice is never knowing

 

`She wanted me dead…' Tia listened for a moment; sure she could hear her own heartbeat getting fainter… fainter… `Hope I… Hope I…' Her heartbeat was gone.

 

Everything falls apart

Even the people that never frown

Eventually break down

The sacrifice of hiding in the light

Everything has to end

You'll soon find

We're out of time

To watch it all unwind

The sacrifice of hiding in the light

The sacrifice

Is never knowing

 

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End of chapter 1

 

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