~Set me Free~ (Mara)

~Set me Free~ (Mara) Feb 11, 2013 4:38:17 GMT -5

Post by k!ah on Feb 11, 2013 4:38:17 GMT -5

Me and all my friends
We're all misunderstood
They say we stand for nothing and
There's no way we ever could

“Hugo? Hugo?” My voice had seemed to echo through my head, the desperation as obvious as black smudged on a white piece of felt. I had never felt so alone that day. The day when I had thought that I had lost my best friend forever. It had felt as though a piece of me had been torn away , leaving me hollow, like a rotting piece of wood. I felt as though everything we had gone through just wasn’t enough to keep him, that everything we had been through was just a memory, a memory that I would never forget. I remember the day as clear as crystal. I remember the look of betrayal- hurt- that crossed his face that day. I don’t really want to talk about what happened. It destroyed me… I was never the same. Hugo’s hurt eyes swam around Frank’s vision. He closed his eyes slowly, letting the images linger, punishing himself, for what he had done.

[/i][/color] But lingering on the past is not the way to live a life. What’s happened has happen and there is no way I can change that, no matter how much I wished, there was just no way… Sometimes in a life time people think that what they do may be able to be redeemed, no matter how bad their mistake may be, they believe that if they try hard enough that maybe someday they may be forgiven, and that people will look at them the way they used to. I used to believe in this, I used to think that maybe if I was extra friendly to others, and if I put in time I would be forgiven. Cleansed of what I had done…[/i]I was so very wrong. I stopped believing. I stopped thinking that by trying to redeem myself, I was just losing who I was, and that Hugo would be ashamed of the person I had become.[/color]

Franky leaned back against the brick wall. Cracks like spider webs climbed the wall as far as Franky could see, until they disappeared over the wall, spiralling down the other side. My fingers fiddled with the hood of my jacket, pulling the worn material over my hair, hiding the golden crown from prying eyes. So I made a mistake, but I told myself it wasn’t the end of the world. I asked myself what was the point of sulking around, feeling sorry for myself? what was the point? Life had moved on, left me behind. Life doesn’t wait around, if you are not ready, it will overtake you, no matter how much you may protest. If you are not ready, that’s your problem. You just have to catch up, catch up and continue life. That’s life and that’s survival.

I did catch up, and now my life is as bright as it used to be, I have my best friend back. Back where he is supposed to be. Back with me. I never thought that it would happen but it did, and that’s all that matters… Franky’s feet slide from beneath him, the next thing he knows he is on the ground, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips. Eyes sparkling, remembering the moment that his best friend walked back into his life. The Pride Lands, a place where life gives you a second chance.

My eyes search my surroundings, the small hut like houses that are the home to the other members of the Pride lands. My eyes pause, just briefly, a small hut at the back of the town catches my attention. This time the smile he was trying to hold back splits across his fine features, one that was usually worn by young boys who were up to no good.
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Now we see everything that's going wrong
With the world and those who lead it
We just feel like we don't have the means
To rise above and beat it

[[OOC: Mara I'm so sorry this sucks it is the first time I have actually written with Franky so I am a bit Rusty D:]]
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