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Worlds Over, Time to Die. Nothing Left but our Souls Inside.

August 8, 2015- Jaime Preciado

Its so powerful what music can do. Music can bring you together or it can tear you apart. Music can open an old wound inside you and heal it within a matter of minutes. Music can invigorate you and it can make you and emotional wreck. It's powerful the memories and feelings we attach to music. The song that was playing when you had your first kiss, or the lyrics that describe the moment you broke up with your partner. The music that we use to express our inner most emotions. It makes us feel like there is someone out there who understands or feels the same way. We may feel lonely, but music gives us company.

No matter what the situation, music will always be there to be your friend. Though not literally, music will always be the one to wrap it's arms around you and hold you tight at your most strongest or your absolute weakest moments. Music is that friend that will never leave when everyone else does.

No matter what kind of music it is, heavy metal, punk rock, pop, jazz, classical, no matter what, the feelings and memories we attach to music stay with us forever. Music has the capacity to help us dwell on the times that brought us down, and it's music that has the capacity to hold us up when we reminisce our brightest moments.

Music can be seen as an extension of ourselves. We create personalities with the music and use them to express the words and feelings we find impossible to say. Music is made from those who know what's it's like and know how to say the things we can't. And they make music for everyone to help them express and extend who they really are. People grow from music. Music grows from people.

Music keeps us alive. Music kept me alive.

It's not until the music stops that you realise it was the only thing that kept you alive.

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I stand in the basement of a house, filled with darkness. As this noose is placed around my neck, I'm reflecting on these past few years I've spent trying to forget. Everyone is asleep, or at least pretending to be. I was on watch today, with Vic, but I said I would go to the other side of the house just incase. Vic didn't hesitate.

Vic didn't know. No body knew. Not even Jess.

They were all taking advantage of me. "Jaime you're our saviour", "Jaime you're a genius", "You're so strong Jaime". They weren't really grateful for the things I've done. They never were. They were only grateful for the fact they got to live a little longer.

They weren't proud of me when I found food. They weren't proud of me when I found sufficient shelter. Hell they hated me when I talk each and every one of them out of their bad thoughts. They would never talk to each other. Boyfriend wouldn't talk to girlfriend, girlfriend wouldn't talk to boyfriend. Boyfriend and girlfriend drifted apart hoping boyfriend and girlfriend would come save them in an act of heroism. Believe me, I was there for Jess at any time, but she pushed me away like a child sick of toy. I never gave up on helping her or anyone else, but she just is refusing me. It's like she and I were never together, never in love.

Everyone always relied on someone stronger than them to help them pull through. And that's just plain selfish. Though everyone takes Vic to be the leader, and everyone knows he's in just as bad place as the rest of us, it's been be, in the background, all by myself. I've been the one to find us food, a car and shelter. But where is my help?

I'm always the solo hero, on their own trying to keep everyone alive. Hello guys, I am suffering this fucking apocalypse too. Where is my fucking help? They all rely on someone else to help them, but when it comes to helping others, they instantly think they cannot cope. It's a vicious circle spiralling down into nothing but a flame that will soon burn to ashes.

So now, enough is enough. Call me selfish but I don't care anymore. Hopefully with me dying, it will show them that while also receiving help, they also have to give help. And I'm not saying they haven't, but in recent days it's been lacking.

The first few weeks ran smoothly. Everyone took shifts and we had a strike team for supply runs. We had a good system. But then it all set in, hard. And now everyone is deteriorating. This was always meant to be the end, no matter how hard you wish yourself to wake from this nightmare.

This isn't how I wanted to go. And I know someone else has also attempted but been saved, but this is what I need to do. There was a reason that person was saved, and there is a reason I cannot be saved. I just can't handle this anymore. I can't be everyone's fake hero.

So as my last words, before I kick this chair and hang from the basement rafters... To my family, and my band family. Thank you for everything. I could never ask for anyone better to spend my life with and do what I love. Thanks for the ride, I had a great time. Goodbye.

Notes

It's up to the other writers whether or not Jaime dies.

Comments

No not from VA just spent.a half hour researching beforehand. So glad you like it! And sorry about your heart, we feel your pain as well trust me, sometime we hate doing this to ourselves!

Devynleigh Devynleigh
8/5/16

I WAS SO HAPPY ABOUT THE PROPOSAL AND THEN MY HEART BROKE INTO A MILLION PIECES AFTER TONYS ENTRY

LoveRiot LoveRiot
8/5/16

Is one of y'all from VA? Just curious cuz of the lil details about the botanical garden and stuff. (Tbh it made my heart flutter a bit cuz I was like "IVE BEEN THERE I KNOW WHERE THAT IS!!!" lol) A+ place for a proposal btw I like his plan

LoveRiot LoveRiot
8/5/16

@Mepenguin26
Well hot damn we got ourselves a theorist! and a Stephen King fan, I LIKE IT! haha

Merrp Merrp
8/4/16

OMG!!!! I'm so happy right now! Can this happen for real though?!
For some reason I fell like D.C has something to do with a quarantine. Like they get there but they find this wall of sorts and they're denied entry because they've been in the "infected" zone. It could be all of the zombie/disease books I've been reading, too. I read "The Girl with All of the Gifts" by M.R Carey before this story and just reread "Dreamcatcher" by Stephen King. Can't wait for more!

Mepenguin26 Mepenguin26
8/4/16