DarkRed-Rose

Stuck "But I don't care for myself I don't care myself I don't care" -Blue American, Placebo Third's person P.O.V.: Silence. The carrot top frowns and looks around, confusion written all over his face. Tom Colden fell in a pensive mode, not too long ago, that would put the famous statue to shame. Shirosaki, the pale hybrid, is clearly irritated. "What do you mean?" Ichigo enquires seeing as no one explains nothing. Colden sighs and runs a hand through his blond hair. "My car is stuck. The snow level is tremendously high and it keeps rising." Ichigo's face hardens. "That can't be good." Shirosaki scoffs. "I say we kill him and use his body as

Chapter 5 Pity parties on Memory Lane "What are we doing here? Why have we come? Did we come for a confession? -Under the tongue, Damien Rice The ride home takes forever. Snow falls quietly, lazily from the dark clouds. It's already late. Today was a long day at work, neither busy nor boring. I, Kurosaki Ichigo, work at Mellodica, musical instruments shop down in the city. I can't play either of them, but it is quite fascinating meeting people who can. Of course, the meetings are short and the conversations are mainly professional, but even so, it's rather exciting to imagine what their lives must be like. I'm that kind of person, yes. My bos

PART FOUR: "Well it's midnight, damn right, we're wound up too tight I've got a fist full of whiskey, the bottle just bit me Oh That shit makes me bat shit crazy We've got no fear, no doubt, all in, balls out" -Burn it to the ground, Nickelback ________________________________________________ Only that things are never simple, are they? At least, not when feelings are involved. That's why, two days later, I find myself taking my phone in my hand and then putting it back on the table or on the bed where it initially was. Despite what I told the red kid, I still haven't done anything to 'take my demon back' as he instructed. Whenever I think I