by spookskingcal » Sun May 27, 2012 5:38 am
Zylie shook her head. "No. I'm not," she said, quietly. Her hand pressed hard against the wound that she had gotten in her side. The knife fight she had been in with that kid hadn't helped the situation any. The demons had smelled her spilled blood, thus, they ensued in a chase. She let out a gasp of pain as the boy picked her up and carried her through the portal. Finally, against her word, she blacked out from the pain.
{ About one word accurately describes my life right now:
Homestuck
♫ Music gives soul to the universe, wings to the mind, flight to the imagination, and life to everything else ♫
♫ Music speaks where words cannot ♫
♫ One good thing about music, when it hits you, you feel no pain ♫
♫ Sometimes music is the only thing that gets your mind of of everything else, or someone else.
♫ Music is all the things that words will never say alone ♫
♫Music may be my life, but the lyrics are my story ♫