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This foolish game, Tug of war, You and me, It needs to end Immediately. Love is a double-edged sword. Russian roulette A loaded gun, You point it at me. But I won't flinch. I won't let you win. Vulnerability; It's a disease. And you've plagued me. As I lay infected, Why- do I...  smile? Keep this coming, And I'll eat your heart out. My walls won't fall. I'm the king of this castle. And I don't need anybody But me. Emotions are a burden, Love, the heaviest. I once bore it willingly, But that was the straw that broke the camel's back. God forbid I ever play this game Again. Kiss me again, And you'll end up used, Like a tool, You'll bec

I cried today. And yesterday, And the day before that. Maybe I'll cry tomorrow, Or the next day. Who knows? Life hasn't given me a break. Change was never welcoming, And I was never prepared, But I had to endure. Life doesn't stop to pity. And neither should you. Don't worry about me- Panic attacks have become the routine, Starvation replaces meals, Sobs substitute sleep. I'm a shell of who I used to be, While hellbent on who I'll become. I'm a walking failure, Following in your footsteps. I'm your shadow. But why you? You're a good person, You try. And so do I. So why us? Why this life? What are we living for, If it means nothing?

Chapter 5 Friday, September 13, 2013 6:30 p.m. Michael's P.O.V.               In a flash, my closest friends are gone. I am alone, panting in a dimly-lighted stairwell, panicking. The whole "zombie apocalypse" thing really threw me for a loop. I am just concerned with getting out with my friends safely and returning to my safe home away from all of this madness. I look to the nearby door and open it slowly and carefully, making my way into the pitch black gymnasium. I use the vibrant, red light of the exit sign to navigate partially throughout the gym without slipping on anything. Just as trip and fall over some sort of volleyball net, the

Chapter 9         Crawling through shattered glass, sobbing deeply, wounded all over. The five feet ahead of me is just like my heart. Shattered. Red with blood. Broken and scarred like my body... The jester who robbed me of my last friend actually managed to die. He fell in the very glass that killed Matt, bleeding out just like my last remaining friend's corpse...         Dragging myself through the last pieces of broken glass, I remember each of my friends' final moments. First. Brian, falling into the saws, starting the train wreck. Second. Sarah, being eaten by that horrible arachnid. Third. Molly, ripped to shreds by a chainsaw. Nex