ManiacalFreak

Give me a sign that you're still there. Give me a sign that you still care. Let me know that I'm not alone; and I won't have to do this all on my own. But is it too late to believe in fate? Can I keep a straight face when I hear your name? Give me a sign that you still believe. But don't ever expect that you'll get what you see. Just let me know that I won't be alone, And I won't have to fight this all on my own. Because behind these eyes, there's a new me inside. Our love could be a lie, but what thought should I hide? Though I hope your words are true, and through all the things we do, I knew it was you from the start. Give me a sign to

I woke up to the sound of screaming. Blood curling screams, echoing off the walls, and chilling me straight to the bone. I got up from where I was currently laying on the floor and looked around. Black. That's all I saw, the light was off. Black. Slowly enveloping me into darkness and making my hair stand on ends. Scream. The screams were dying down, fainter, as if the screams were being cut off. Someone was dying. I slowly walked forward, reaching my arms out in front of me trying to find the light switch along the walls. There was something wet and slick along them, coating my hands with something that stuck to my hands and smelt