Jiko went to a small school in a small town in Missouri where everybody was the same in likes, dislikes, and even very similar in personality, well, everyone but her and her parents. Jiko was just fine for a while, making all A grades in every subject with little effort, but then was the hari someone pissed her off. Jiko had carried a pisau in her sleeve, something most people there honestly didn't think much of, she wasn't the only one who did it, even some of the teachers, did it, but Jiko did something that most people don't dare to do, she kept a revolver in her backpack. Someone had called her a slut because she had a huge crush on a guy, though she initially ignored it, the person carried on, Jiko drew her pisau and a pisau to pisau brawl started in the classroom, something that was unheard of in that city. Jiko made a huge cut on his chest and one on his back, without any damage to herself, but the guy managed to hang in there. Jiko, getting impatient drew her revolver and fired three shots at him, only one hit, the guy was bleeding terribly and though he managed to hold onto his life, he was sent to the hospital and died only a few hours later.
In the meantime, Jiko left the state with her mother, and lived in Main where she met Veil, a girl with a terrible halaman awal situation and emotional problems, Jiko still carries that horrible taste in her mouth knowing that she had killed someone back in her halaman awal state, and because of that, she can never return to it.
In the meantime, Jiko left the state with her mother, and lived in Main where she met Veil, a girl with a terrible halaman awal situation and emotional problems, Jiko still carries that horrible taste in her mouth knowing that she had killed someone back in her halaman awal state, and because of that, she can never return to it.
Sometimes its Easier to inore the truth
to forget about everything
to sit in a closet and hide forever
Sometimes its Easier, to blame yourself
To think its your falt
To tampil no emotion
Sometimes It's easier to keep everything inside
to not let anyone know
to hide everything.
To me, Its easier to say something
To talk
to cry
Its easier to Feel Emotions
Anger, rage, Sadness,
but not fear
Fear is my enemey
He wants to take over my mind
Keep me locked up inside.
I'm tired of being scared
I'm tired of being locked in my own world
I'm tired of being a prisoner.
I will not be afraid,
I will not Let him Win
to forget about everything
to sit in a closet and hide forever
Sometimes its Easier, to blame yourself
To think its your falt
To tampil no emotion
Sometimes It's easier to keep everything inside
to not let anyone know
to hide everything.
To me, Its easier to say something
To talk
to cry
Its easier to Feel Emotions
Anger, rage, Sadness,
but not fear
Fear is my enemey
He wants to take over my mind
Keep me locked up inside.
I'm tired of being scared
I'm tired of being locked in my own world
I'm tired of being a prisoner.
I will not be afraid,
I will not Let him Win
Prologue
Randall regarded her with pride.His finest.Her skin was ebony-black,her eyes a sinister grey,hair pale,wintry white.She stared at him blankly,her tall,slender frame tense.Randall stroked her cheek and tucked a lock of her hair behind her ears.Lethal,she was.Designed to perfection for the task she was set.Despite the obvious arrogance in her gaze,he deemed her the best."Tell me,who are you?"he tested."Layla"she answered."And I?".
"Master."she said."Tell me,"he asked her,taking her large,clawed hands."how do anda use these..assets?"."To serve Master."Randall smiled."Good'he said."Very Good indeed.""How do anda do that,my lovely?"he purred.Her eys stared straight ahead."Kill"she whispered."Kill for Master"
Randall regarded her with pride.His finest.Her skin was ebony-black,her eyes a sinister grey,hair pale,wintry white.She stared at him blankly,her tall,slender frame tense.Randall stroked her cheek and tucked a lock of her hair behind her ears.Lethal,she was.Designed to perfection for the task she was set.Despite the obvious arrogance in her gaze,he deemed her the best."Tell me,who are you?"he tested."Layla"she answered."And I?".
"Master."she said."Tell me,"he asked her,taking her large,clawed hands."how do anda use these..assets?"."To serve Master."Randall smiled."Good'he said."Very Good indeed.""How do anda do that,my lovely?"he purred.Her eys stared straight ahead."Kill"she whispered."Kill for Master"
Memories and grief of my heart
Are still buried somewhere
I can’t cry neither I can freely laugh
What if they don’t know my past
I have not forget it yet
I still remember the same Zean with the same Zeal
But not in flashes neither in cars
In backstage of life with trembling hunger
Hunger in eyes and lips dry
No money in pocket but Zeal on shoulder
With memories of ‘Love’ and burning heart
Now my clothes are branded
And my shoes are best, pocket heavy with dollars
But with this all my jantung is all heavy
With secrets of past
Pleasures can bury them but cannot vanish
I still look meneruskan, ke depan to death
When all my secrets will disappear, my pain will end
Also with my life..end will come to my BAD MEMORIES.
Are still buried somewhere
I can’t cry neither I can freely laugh
What if they don’t know my past
I have not forget it yet
I still remember the same Zean with the same Zeal
But not in flashes neither in cars
In backstage of life with trembling hunger
Hunger in eyes and lips dry
No money in pocket but Zeal on shoulder
With memories of ‘Love’ and burning heart
Now my clothes are branded
And my shoes are best, pocket heavy with dollars
But with this all my jantung is all heavy
With secrets of past
Pleasures can bury them but cannot vanish
I still look meneruskan, ke depan to death
When all my secrets will disappear, my pain will end
Also with my life..end will come to my BAD MEMORIES.