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[Co-eh]
Ѧɛαиιиɢ ;; Voice
Ѳяιɢιи ;; Japanese
Ǥɛи∂ɛя ;; male ♂ // bisexual
Δɢɛ;; 24 years old
Ƭнɛмɛ ƨσиɢƨ ;;
Lion - Hollywood Undead
Outside - Hollywood Undead
Believe- Hollywood Undead
Wait for me - Rise Against
♫♫♫♫♫♫♫♫♫♫♫♫ The Messenger - Linkin Park

Ɩ αм α ˩ισи αи∂ Ɩ ωαит тσ вɛ ғяɛɛ

βαcκƨтσяʏ
Alright, I admit I was a rebel. I always wanted to escape from home, from my parents. I thought I could get along perfectly alone. I thought being alone meant freedom. Today I know that being alone can mean both, freedom but also deep loneliness. Well, I've found a way to fight that frustrating feeling of loneliness. Music heals. Now I don't feel lonely anymore.
I didn't need my music back then. I concentrated on being one hell of a son. I rarely talked to my parents, came home late at night and left again early in the morning. They didn't seem to care at all, so one day before my 16th Birthday I decided to leave home forever.
Most of the time I hung up with my "friends", which meant we were damaging busses, stealing, getting drunk or making other kinds of trouble. We were proud of being called troublemakers. When I became eighteen years old I had been to prison twice.
Since the day I got blind, none of them has talked to me again. I had become useless.
I'm making my way alone now. I've learned to deal with my blindness and my music brings me enough money for staying alive. I'm fine with my situation, whatever, I wouldn't want it any other way.
Ɩ cαи'т вɛℓιɛʌɛ тнαт ωнɛи Ɩ вяɛαтнɛ
Ƭнɛяɛ'ƨ ƨσмɛтнιиɢ ɢσσ∂ ιиƨι∂ɛ σғ мɛ
Ĵʋƨт σиɛ ɢσσ∂ тнιиɢ ιиƨι∂ɛ σғ мɛ...

Ѳʋя нɛαятƨ, σʋя нɛαятƨ, тнɛʏ'яɛ вɛαтιиɢ ιи тнɛ ∂αяκ!

Ƨσмɛ ɛʏɛƨ αяɛ иσт мɛαит тσ ƨɛɛ
I had seen them. The men. They looked tall, dark and threatening. I had watched them follow that young kiamara girl to the back room, when she wanted to get a new bottle of Whiskey. She was really pretty, and really young. Maybe out of curiosity, maybe out of pure foolishness I got up from my seat and made my way to the small door at the other end of the club. I was so drunk, I couldn't even walk straight through the room but I still remember every detail of that night. When I opened that door carefully, I could already hear someone breathing heavily. At first, it was too dark for my eyes to see but soon I got used to the darkness. In the darkest corner I sensed a motion and suddenly all the warmth seemed to run out of my body. Wasn't that the shine of a blank knife in the pale light that came in through the clearance between door frame and door leaf? They- they want to kill her It was the only thought that rushed through my mind at that moment. And then I have to do something about it! But instead of throwing my body over the man to prevent him from stabbing her, I stood still and couldn't move a whisker. There was such a heavy tension in the air that I was barely able to breathe.
Suddenly a bottle dropped to the floor right next to me and burst into millions of broken pieces. The sound woke me up somehow. I stood there, pressed on the wall, unable to move. Still unseen. Swallowing hard I tried to figure out a way to get out of this situation. There was blood on the floor. The young kia was screaming for help but I couldn't move. I've never felt so useless.
A second bottle crashed to the floor and it was like a wake up call for ma body. Without thinking I ran out of that dark room and to the back door. I wanted to leave it all behind. Just get away from everything.
Ɩғ Ɩ ωɛит σʋт тнɛ вαcκ ∂σσя иσвσ∂ʏ ωσʋℓт ƨтσρ мɛ
βʋт ωнɛяɛ ωσʋℓ∂ Ɩ ɢσ?
'Ɔαʋƨɛ Ɩ иɛʌɛя нα∂ α яɛαℓ нσмɛ, ƨσ ωнαт ∂σ Ɩ κиσω...
I ran. My clothes and fur were drenched in rain, but I didn't care. I ran for my life. With my eyes shut I relied absolutely on my ears for orientation and soon I found the end of the city. I felt the ground beneath my feet changing from hard asphalt to sharp crushed rock and then to wet sand. I struggled to the wayside and dropped into the soaked grass.
I never want to see something like that again. I never want to see something like that again. I never want to see something like that again...
Ƨσ Ɩ cσʋℓ∂ κɛɛρ яʋииιиɢ,
Ħι∂ιиɢ 'тιℓ тнɛʏ ғιи∂ мɛ...
βʋт ωнαт ωσʋℓ∂ тнαт ∂σ?
Ɩғ тнɛʏ cσʋℓ∂ σиℓʏ κиσω ωнαт Ɩ κиɛω,
Ɯнαт ωσʋℓ∂ ιт ρяσʌɛ?
I don't know anymore how long I lay there. Maybe a few days, maybe just some hours. I didn't even feel the cold of the rain and the night. I didn't see the moon rise, nor did I see the dawn the next morning. I kept my eyes shut. I didn't want to see anyone, anything.
No, there's noone who wants to be blind. Though, it was my biggest wish at that time. It seemed to be the only way for me. First, I wanted to punish myself for not helping that kia and instead letting her die... and then I wanted to prevent myself from running into such a situation again. I felt so stupid. So useless...
But how do you blind yourself?
In the end it was kinda easy. You just take something sharp and throw it into your eyes until they are damaged enough. I went to the next public washroom and looked into the mirror. The last thing I saw was the distorted reflection of my own miserable face when I punshed it with my fist, then I took one of the shards and drove it into my eyes.
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∂ɛρяɛƨƨιʌɛ ✖ ραяαиσι∂ ✖ ℓσиɛℓʏ
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∂ɛρяɛƨƨιʌɛ ✖ ραяαиσι∂ ✖ ℓσиɛℓʏ
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Ƭнɛ ғιяƨт ʏɛαяƨ тнɛяɛαғтɛя
It was the worst time of my life to come. In the first few months it was hard for me to get along with everything. I became depressive. Paranoid. Always turning my head as if I could see if there was someone behind me, but then finding the same darkness as infront of me. I often ran into other kiamaras. It took some time until I learned to use my ears instead of my eyes to "see".
Ɖσ ʏσʋ ƨɛɛ тнɛ ωσяℓ∂ ιи ∂ιғғɛяɛит cσℓσяƨ?
Ɖσ ʏσʋ ƨɛɛ тнɛ ωσяℓ∂ ιи вℓαcκ αи∂ ɢяαʏ?
Δℓσиɛ ιи ʏσʋя тнσʋɢнтƨ, нσω мαиʏ σтнɛяƨ
нαʌɛ ƨтσσ∂ ωнɛяɛ ʏσʋ ƨтαи∂,
ωнɛяɛ ʏσʋ ƨтαи∂ тσ∂αʏ...?

Ƭнɛ вɛƨт мɛ∂ιcιиɛ
I went through hell. Without money I lived like a hobo on the street, and without the ability of vision I was helpless. I couldn't find any sense in living. I wanted to go suizide. Standing on a bridge, feeling the edge under my toes, I had already said good-bye to my life, when I cought the scent a melody. There was so much emotion in that low-pitched voice that it went straight to my heart. His words brought the tears in my eyes. "When you feel you're alone, cut off from this cruel world, your instinct's telling you to run... Listen to your heart, those angel voices, they'll sing to you, they'll be your guide back home..."
Ɯнɛи ℓιғɛ ℓɛαʌɛƨ ʋƨ вℓιи∂,
˩σʌɛ κɛɛρƨ ʋƨ κιи∂...
Ɩт κɛɛρƨ ʋƨ κιи∂...
I still don't know where the song came from but it saved my life. It was the one thing that took me back to a life worth living. It showed me that мʋƨιc is the best medicine.
After that I changed my whole self. I started talking to the other homeless people and even made a friend, an old man who lived on the street since he was sixteen. He showed me how to play the guitar, I learned how to sing and together we even made enough money for buying a second guitar. But he was old and the life on the street was hard. When I was twenty-two I was on my own again.
However, he has been the only real friend I've ever had, so I sold my guitar to keep his. It's his feather that I carry around with me on my necklace. I'll never forget him.

cσρʏяιɢнт
All art is by me, Risa_Nezu, and will automatically belong to whoever wins this competition.
The quotes are by Hollywood Undead, Rise Against and Linkin Park. Have a look at the theme songs if you want to know from which songs I took them.
The divider is not by me. All rights belong to their rightful owners.
A last word from the artist
It's my first time to really put effort into a form to get a Kiamara, so I'm really sorry if I made any mistakes... I also have to excuse my sometimes bad English ^^' I'm not a "native speaker" //slapped
It was really fun to write this, though ^^ Good luck everyone \(^o^)/