Drink up baby down
are you in or are you out?
Leave your things behind
'cause it's all going off without you.
Excuse me too busy you're writing a tragedy
these mishaps
you bubble-wrap
when you've no idea what you're like.

She ran, just ran from her small brick house trying to escape everything. Everything was really nothing. She placed the world on her shoulders not even realizing what she had done or why. She overstressed herself without knowledge of it, too. Everything she did was a mess-up in her poignant, crystal eyes. That and everyone seemed to hang on her as if it was her fault that Lyric had disappeared. Only she saw this. Really, the world didn't hate her.

Her steps were light and tears heavy as she just continued on in through the thick forest. She had never dared go in there before, let alone by herself. She didn't even know the way. She learned as she went. Everything began to look the same the farther she got into the area. Hopelessly, she realized she would never be able to get back, but it wasn't like she actually wanted to go back.

The weather was chilly, with rain pouring like there was no tomorrow. It was how you'd picture any November in Providence, Rhode Island. The wind whipped past her blonde hair freezing each strand due to the wet. Her eyes were bloodshot against the icy water from the clouds, her cheeks, pink in color, starting to form cuts and gashes, and her nose dry even in the storm. At the moment she cursed herself for not wearing heavier clothes, but did it really matter? She would never go back there, home, so she might as well die out here.

She slowed her fast pace to take a deep breath of bitter coldness. It didn't help. She began coughing and fell to her knees. Wrapping her arms around her knees, she brought them close to her body and rubbed her face against her pants in hopes the she would end the freezing. She went into another coughing fit, this time not doing anything to stop it. She could feel herself catching pneumonia, but did nothing to stop it like with the wheezing. She sat there for some time wondering if someone would come looking for her. She knew they didn't care but still she hoped. God was she naïve. But to some extent she realized, even if they did, they would never be able to find her in time. She had gone too deep.

She rocked back and forth thinking of only one thing. Lyric. It wasn't her fault that he went missing and never came back. She had nothing to do with that.

So, let go, let go,
jump in,
oh well, what you waiting for?
It's all right
'cause there's beauty in the breakdown.
So, let go, let go,
just get in,
oh, it's so amazing here.
It's all right
'cause there's beauty in the breakdown.

She remembered it like it was yesterday. She had just come home from school at the university and there was a note. It read that he had gone out for some air and he would be back soon. That was the thing though; he never came back. Why didn't he want her? Didn't he love her? She called the police, but they laughed at her and the note. Said she'd faked the entire story because of her depression. Said that she probably done it.

That's when rumors spread about how the perfect couple wasn't so perfect. How the girl was crazy and Lyric, the poor thing, made a mistake in her. That was the worst. She showed the note to them, but by then, it was too late. The damage was already done, the rumors spread.

She wiped the tears from her eyes knowing they would only turn to ice and become more dangerous than they were wroth. She just stared at the nearby trees wondering if they were in pain as well. They sat here everyday in the cold without dying, and so would she. She was built for anything. She would have to stand it, just a little while longer. She couldn't travel the way back alone, she needed someone to come.

Now, as the temperature turned even lower, she regretted coming here. It was stupid to think that she could run away from her problems. Face it, no one could do that, so what made her think that she could? The trees sure as hell couldn't.

It gains the more it gives
and then it rises with the fall.
So hand me that remote
can't you see that all that stuff's essential?
Such boundless pleasure,
we've no time for later.
Now you can't wait;
you roll your eyes.
We've twenty seconds to comply.

Moving into a different position, she remembered to keep her arms down to protect herself from the hail. It was so icy, but not at all close to snow. Snow was pretty and beautiful; this was not. Nothing in the forest was beautiful, including her. You can't be beautiful if you don't want it. She didn't care.

She closed her eyes, unaware of what she was doing until they were snapped together. No, if she fell asleep out here, she wouldn't make it. She left her head fall to her knees and she rested against the back of one of the trees. It wouldn't care. She let the darkness take over. No one would save her. She knew it from the start. Who would risk their own life for her pathetic one? In her mind the battle of wanting death and hating played until she couldn't take it anymore. She thought of nothingness.

"Emma." She looked up from her arms and could've sworen that she wasn't in the forest anymore. She was back at home and nothing had happened. Lyric stood before her, his long brown hair blowing in the wind, just like her blonde, his eyes were dark and stormy, reflecting her scared ones, and his face was pale guessing because of the bitterness of the storm. He was just as she remembered him.

She stood shakily and he was by her side in a second to catch her from falling. He always was there. "Where have you been?" Her voice was acid, her lips champed as she talked. She stepped away from Lyric in a manner that he didn't follow. She had changed in the past three months and not in the way he expected.

So, let go, so let go,
jump in,
oh well, what you waiting for?
It's alright
'cause there's beauty in the breakdown.
So, let go, yeah let go,
just get in,
oh, it's so amazing here.
It's all right
'cause there's beauty in the breakdown.

He looked at her with confusion. "I'm sorry, it's just-"

"It's just the fact that you scared me, and-" He voice began cracking and she choked out the rest. "I thought I lost you." Emma legs gave out and Lyric held her before kneeling down with her body.

He felt her heart beating slowly and he grew more concerned with every passing second. "Emma, we have to get you warm fast."

She shook her head vigorously feeling blood rush to it. "It's too late for that." If she went back now, there would be no chance that she would get out perfectly ok. Her body was already numbing because of the sleet and she closed her eyes, feeling Lyric's breath on her neck.

"No, I won't let you die. Why do you think I stayed away from you for so long." There was silence. "I didn't want to hurt you any more than I already had." He laid her down on the ground and stood. "Goodbye."

So, let go, so let go,
jump in,
oh well, what you waiting for?
It's alright
'cause there's beauty in the breakdown.
So, let go, yeah let go,
just get in,
oh, it's so amazing here.
It's all right
'cause there's beauty in the breakdown.

"What?" That's when reality slapped her in the face. She just made a horrible decision, death. I wasn't what she wanted. She started shaking on the ground knowing that she was slowly dying. "Please Lyric, don't leave me here!" She clawed herself up to his feet. Her face was tear stained with hair stuck to the sides. "Stay with me." She begged. "I thought you loved me and I was mad. Don't leave me here cause I yelled."

He laughed, laughed at her tears. "I do, it's just… I can't." She fell onto the ground, tasting bits of dirt. "I'm not real. I was never real." She lent in close to him to make sure she had heard right. "Emma, I was never anything more than a pigment of your own imagination. Do you remember staying at that house where the people took care of you?" He was talking to her like she was a child.

She looked at him with disgust. "You are real. They blamed me for your disappearance and put me there and excuse me, last time I checked, in was twenty-two not five!" Emma was yelled now with what little voice she still had left.

Heat began to rise in Lyric's cheeks and she felt like he was letting her drop. "Do you want me to spell it out for you? You were in a mental hospital when you ran away. They put you there for talking about me." He planted a kiss on my hand. "I was never real, my love."

Emma dropped to her knees and curled into a ball on the ground feeling her insides freeze. She went into another coughing fit. "Please stay with me." And he did. As she frozen he stood by her side, then slowly disappeared into the darkness.

The workers of Providence Mental would find he cold lifeless body the next morning. They would find her blue eyes frozen shut with purple lips. Her skin would be a snowy white color from her head to her toes, except for something odd; lips prints left on her right cheek. No one would ever look farther into it.

In the breakdown,
'cuz there's beauty in the breakdown.
The breakdown.
So amazing here…
'cuz there's beauty in the breakdown

So yes, just another sad, depressing One-Shot from me. The song is Let Go by Frou Frou. PLEASE REVIEW and tell me what you think.