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-Call Me When You’re Sober-

Don't cry to me.
If you loved me,
You would be here with me.
You want me,
Come find me.
Make up your mind.

Should I let you fall?
Lose it all?
So maybe you can remember yourself.
Can't keep believing,
We're only deceiving ourselves .
And I'm sick of the lie,
And you're too late.


A relationship…. If you could even call it one. The whole thing was just a game in which I was the board game, who was being played without knowing. He came on strong, beating me at every step, with myself not even knowing. But soon, I found out your game plan on winning. I let you keep going to where I wanted you. You finally noticed I myself was playing along with you. Of course, he found a shortcut from losing and in the end I lost, but not quite so much…

Don't cry to me.
If you loved me,
You would be here with me.
You want me,
Come find me.
Make up your mind.

Couldn't take the blame.
Sick with shame.
Must be exhausting to lose your own game.
Selfishly hated,
No wonder you're jaded.
You can't play the victim this time,
And you're too late.


I walked around feeling ashamed. I was being blamed for everything that had happened, but why me? I was just the victim. The prey who had fallen into the trap of her predator, but it was different. All he wanted was something that was supposed to be for the one special person. He fooled me, in being that person, the person who says they “Love you” The person who is to stand up for you or fight for you. He did all of them, making me think that he had changed from a heartless person to someone, who could actually love and care. That’s how he won, leaving me to be burdened by what had sprigged in my stomach. So, that too had licked out, leaving me with more shame in the process. I gave him everything I had. Love, courage, a second chance, but it didn’t help for a long time. He wanted me to do all this, so in the end I would know how foolish I was to give everything to a false truth.

So, I asked for a rematch, another game. With me being the player and you as the fame board. Taking my first move was the easiest, letting him and everyone else know what he had left for me to keep. I surprised everyone, just how I wanted it to be. Even my friends were shocked. I smiled more when his mother found out.

Sitting down at the place I loved the most, I planned my next step. I had to choose carefully or it may all fail, but you made it easier for me. You gave me exactly what I was planning, y opening the shortcut to it. You came with anger upon your face asking me to end this game. You came saying I was cheating, but how could I? Why would I cheat? Every square I took was not a sign of cheating, but signs of winning. You were just scared that I would go so far, that you would be trapped in your own game that you had first started.

Later, you come again, but with no anger, only with distress. Asking me why? Why… I told him nothing and went along. Soon, he must have gotten an idea. He took his step and moved up next to me. It was a draw. He was smart, but not too much. Thinking all I wanted in order for me to take a step back was his love again. Now, that was the best step. Soon, all the flower, gifts, all that junk started to come. Honestly, it was pretty sweet, had me falling for them a few times, but I couldn’t. I wanted you to feel the same way I felt. You thought just giving me false cheats and lies would stop me and you again could just fool me again, I don’t think so.

Don't cry to me.
If you loved me,
You would be here with me.
You want me,
Come find me.
Make up your mind.

You never call me when you're sober.
You only want it cause it's over,
It's over.

How could I have burned paradise?
How could I - you were never mine.


The game got longer, turning days into months with the school year ending and me almost due. I left school and went to my little house with my parents in London city. Still, you came and kept giving. I of course still did not bother, but I kept going on each square winning every step, making you pissed more than ever. Soon, the cause and then the effect was born. You came on my doorstep, coming to claim what was rightfully yours. Telling me I had ruined everything for the both of us, telling me what the both of us could have had, even together. I looked at you and laughed right in your face. You finally got what I meant all along. I won, the game ended. Remember how you tricked me into trying to have something that could never be mine. Now you see me doing the same thing. You want the one thing that belongs to the both of us, but I won’t let you have it. With me saying this, you left me and my son’s life. Not saying another word of it to me. I see you at night, trying to see how our son is being treated. Don’t worry he’ll be okay with me. I made up your mind, so you can go now.

So don't cry to me.
If you loved me,
You would be here with me.
Don't lie to me,
Just get your things.
I've made up your mind.

-Call Me When You’re Sober-


Note to reader: Well this is my first one short. It's based of the song Call Me When You're Sober By. Evanescence I don't note own the song or characters of ther story, just the whole plot. I know many may be confused by the whole story. Just post a comment on what you don't get and i'll try my best to answer it. :P




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