Isn't anyone tryin' to find me?

Won't somebody come take me home?

It's a damn cold night

I'm tryin' to figure out this life

Won't you take me by the hand?

Take me somewhere new

I don't know who you are

But I'm, I'm with you

I'm with you

Hmm hmm hmm

I'm looking for a place

I'm searching for a face

Is anybody here I know?

'Cause nothing's going right

And everything's a mess

And no one likes to be alone

Isn't anyone tryin' to find me?

Won't somebody come take me home?

It's a damn cold night

I try to figure out this life

Won't you take me by the hand?

Take me somewhere new

I don't know who you are

But I'm, I'm with you

I'm with you

Yea yea

Oh, why is everything so confusing?

Maybe I'm just out of my mind

Yea eee yeah, yea eee yeah

Yea yee yea, yea eee yeah,yeah

It's a damn cold night

Tryin' to figure out this life

Won't you take me by the hand?

Take me somewhere new

I don't know who you are

But I'm, I'm with you, yea

I'm with you, yea

Take me by the hand

Take me somewhere new

I don't know who you are

But I'm, I'm with you, yea

I'm with you, yea

Take me by the hand

Take me somewhere new

I don't know who you are

But I'm, I'm with you, oh

I'm with you

I'm with you

I broke down again, towards the end. I felt Salman getting me closer, and wrapping me around. I rested my head on his chest, and I could hear his heartbeat. I felt wetness on my shoulder-wait, my brother was crying? I immediately felt guilty of making my brother cry.

“N-no. Please don’t.” I looked at him, wiping away the tear by my thumb. I was the worst human ever, making the person who loved me the most cry.

He cupped my face, and pulled away gently, so we could speak properly.

“What made you write it? The song is so…uh, deep.” He looked at the diary, and looked into my eyes.

“I don’t know. I-I just saw, no felt fire. I could feel something burning my skin, the heat, the pain. Then I remember feeling alone, helpless. And then you, holding me. I woke up sweating and shaking, and this came out…” I replied, running my hand over the lyrics.

“It was just a nightmare, Pixie. You will never, ever be lonely.” He cooed, but I pushed him away immediately.

“No. it wasn’t a dream, it was real. It had happened. I don’t know when and how. Hell, I don’t even know what exactly-but it did HAPPEN!” I almost yelled the last part. I just knew it. The feeling, it was too real and vivid to be just another nightmare. I knew it had something to do with my past. There had to be some connection.

Salman took my left hand in his. It was completely cured; even the scar from the black day was near invisible. But, there was still a mark, which I always had. I used to apply concealer on it, to hide it. Not because I was ashamed of it, but because I always felt some unexplained, unwanted pain inside me everytime I looked at it. A feeling of loss, of horror. As if something wasn’t right.

“Do you know where this came from?” he asked, tracing the mark with his index and middle finger, wiping the makeup off.

I just shook my head signaling a ‘no’. Come to think of it, I never bothered to think about it. I always assumed it was an injury from the landslide.

“The landslide?” I asked.

“No. You had the mark when we got you to the hospital.” He replied softly.

I looked at my mark, and it made sense. The fire I felt, that caused it. That was the reason I was terrified of fire. I couldn’t stand being close to flames. Then everything I felt was true. Not that I doubted it, but it only backed my confirmation. I sighed and looked up.

“Now that everything is going right, I had to remember things from the past? Its official- Trouble and I are twins.”

Salman’s lips twitched into an almost smile. 

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do i really need to repeat what i write after every chapter?! You know what I'd say, so I won't take the efforts to type it again!! 

Oh, and pray for Japan...another earthquake there today! :(  

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