Everything is okay, you're fine.
Those are only just shadows.
That noise was just the wind,
or was it the trees
or maybe it's a person,
...who is that person,
what if something bad happens.
Shut up!
I'm trying to sleep.
No, you have to be prepared.
Prepared for what.
Anything that could possibly happen,
well I guess i'm not sleeping then.
Not until you've checked all the doors and the windows
okay
twice
twice?
Don't forget the basement door
okay!
Oh it's so dark and creepy down there
okay.
But you have to make sure the door isn't unlocked... What was that?
What was what?
The light switch isn't working, it's like a horror movie,
...no it's not
No it's true, the girl cant turn on the lights but she goes down the stairs anyways,
stop.
Then she makes it to the bottom but she keeps hearing these noises
okay, that's enough.
Don't go by the laundry room, there is definitely someone there.
But that's where I have to go!
Go. Don't go. Go. Don't go.
I'm going, nothing is there, i'm fine.
Don't go, DON'T GO, DON'T GO!
OH MY GOD I'M SO SCARED.
...
...
Oh, there was nothing there, oh well, you can go back to sleep now.
...Thanks.

You can count me in,
But don't count me out,
You can't shut me up,
You can't shut me down,
Fight through the hurt,
Fight through the pain,
Without the ache there is no gain!
      -For the love of the game

Somewhere along the journey
the wind stopped blowing the sails
and we drifted with the current,
stranded out at sea.
We figured the wind would start again,
it always does,
it just needs some time.
As the night enveloped us in darkness
and the stars twinkled coldly up above,
we heard the waves slap against our boat
making unsettling sounds,
and then the wind started again.
But it wasn't very nice wind,
it raged and swirled
and the waves became higher and stronger
rocking our boat
as it groaned and creaked
from the pressure.
People were screaming out,
"Man overboard!"
and then they cried for they lost him
to the dangerous dark waters.
The captain was screaming orders to the crew
who desperately tried to maintain the ship,
passengers ran to their cabins.
But we stayed up top
watching the storm rage.
Then the rain came
and then the hail
thunder cracked over head
and lightning was seen on the horizon.
Destruction.
The wind wouldn't die down
even though we wanted it to.
Something happened and we blacked out.
Something hit us from behind,
debris?
A person?
We couldn't tell,
and we fell.
Now we watch from above the ship
confused.
We couldn't grab anyone
to carry them upward
to safety.
We saw the ship succumb to the storm
as it sank steadily,
while the waters wildly claimed it for their own
we stayed floating above the sea.
The storm moved on
but we didn't know where to go,
and to this day
we are all still lost at sea.

Cars crashing,
seatbelts couldn't hold them back
as they flew through the windshield,
waterfalls of glass
cascaded over the smashed front,
the ground sparkled coldly,
red glinted off of the glass
that was embedded into the flying figures.
Bodies hit the ground,
they made a hollow sound,
blood pooled out around them.
They were young souls,
gasping out their final breaths,
their chests heaved as they screamed.
People gathered around
crying hopeless tears.
Nothing could change their fate.
As the ambulance finally came,
and the cars were towed away,
only one thing remained,
it was the young blood that stained
the grey pavement.
No tears,
and no rain,
could ever wash away this blood
that now tinted the hearts of the people who saw
just exactly how violent it is
to die young.