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How does it end? When everyone leaves and you're all that's left behind. The darkness crawls out of your skin and takes over you. No one you loved stays. No one you can love enough to make them stay. Is it all part of the end? Heart breaks and then all the broken parts bleed, yet believing in the tainted faith for the hope of it all? But being saved is just a naive dream. What is there to save any way? Paths are lost, lights don't flicker in the front porch. Drowning in your own blood, wounds fresh in skin. Just laying there covered in sins. Nobody has ever been cruel to you than you yourself have been.
-Alisha
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So I had the most craziest dream yesterday. Maybe cause I'm sick, the dream was weird af. Okay, so hear me out till the end, please..
Since I'm obsessed with 911 and how it ended, it's 8 seasons. Maybe that's why I had this dream..
And the dream legit went like a 911 episode.
So Maddie receives a 911 call, and she says the usual "911 what's your emergency," but there's no reply, and she asks again n the caller says help, she's not waking up. Maddie gets shunned as the voice is reminded her of someone no one has forgotten, so she ask for an address, but the person can't give the address as they don't know either. Maddie sent 118 there cause she couldn't believe what she heard. Everyone in 118 is confused cause the place is far, and there would be different stations around, but they all went with it.
Then the 118 arrives at the address it's a small house kinda in the middle of nowhere, but it's in good condition, and the door was open, so they barged in. There's a woman lying down near the oven in the kitchen, and no one else is around.. and oven blasted. And the fire is now down, but the woman is unconscious.
So they treat her.. while Buck asks the dispatch who called while Eddie, Hen and Chimney, takes care of the woman.
Maddie tells Buck to look around in the house cause there's someone there, too..
In the meantime, a woman wakes up. She's startled to see firefighters around but also glad. So she asks them how u found me. And they said they got a call.. so she says that yeah, it must be him. And they ask if there someone else we need to look at him too. And just when they could've gone there. Buck goes around the gate, which is locked from inside, and no one opens it.
In the meantime, Hen and Eddie go there. While Chimney is with the woman.
They broke the door, although fire wouldn't have gone there, but they wanted to check.
As soon as they open the door, they see a person sitting on the opposite side of the bed holding a phone and his head..
They all went inside and as soon as they saw him..
They all freeze as they see a ghost.. cause they did. It was no one other than.. CAPTIAN BOBBY NASH. everyone freaks out. Buck runs to him, and he flinches, and he says cap?
And he says nothing. All he says is ... that he's scared of FIRE. And everyone is shocked .
They call Chimney, and he runs there casually by saying how the woman is a nurse and she's so smart.. and then Chim sees his captain too and is shocked cause he's the same captain but looks weak... now everyone's trying to connect with Athena, and no one can cause she is nowhere to be found.. for days.. and everyone assumed it's cause she's still grieving, but no one knew.
BUT SHE'S NOT. She's been kidnapped...
Also in between my dream for some reason Eddie fell or got into his subconscious with a therapist or someone idk what was going on but his safe place was a big tree around a park with Christopher and Buck being there. 😭
AND THEN I WOKE UP 😭😭
now I can continue this story.. on my own and maybe cause I usually say that Boby is alive and is in basement being experimented for his magic blood and Athena will rescue him as my coping mechanism should I go with this story line 😭😭😭 I'm so weird to be dreaming things like this.. but I just wanted everyone to know. 😭
I should rest more..fever is literally getting on my head.
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In English, we say "it won't work out"
But in poetry, we say, "I know I'm everything you'll never need. I know about everything you want that I'll never be."
-Alisha.
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Sky's falling down,
The water is rushing in
Keep your head up, love
We'll find a way.
There's thiefs lurking around,
A storm is on its way
Just take a deep breath, my love
We'll make it through.
Lovers turns to stranger,
Believers start to give up
Keep your freezing hands in mine
We'll keep running the show.
Buried ghosts come to the light,
The tallest of castles ends up in ruins
Keep your eyes on me, my dear
We'll survive all the blues.
-Alisha.
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It's raining and you're not next to me. That's it, that's my tragedy.
-Alisha.
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I get this feeling when I see you smile,
Is it happiness or just the pain I'm trying to hide?
I know I'm always in my head,
Maybe because I find you there.
Never have I ever tried to revive,
These feelings you bring back to life.
When your freezing hand touches mine,
It feels so right that I know it's wrong.
The idea of your lips in mine,
I'll know how heaven must taste like.
You make me believe in love,
As the devil delivers us into temptation.
The curse has touched us just enough,
To make what we will never have legendary.
We were built to fall apart,
One with a loving and one with a broken heart.
-Alisha.
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In depth of grief, we become aware of who we actually are. We grieve not just the person we lost but also the part we lost of ourselves with them—the person we'd become without that part. For worse or better, grief changes us.
There's no right way or no right amount of time for grief.
Grief is like an ornament we wear every day; we know it's there. It's a part of us; we'll always wear it wherever we go.
- Alisha.
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