thisismyringtone

You dare threaten me, the fighter who has kept myself, and plenty others, from falling into your void? You do, because you know I'm weak. Tense, but weak. I'll hold my guard, but you'll take me anyway. It's becoming tougher and tougher to hold up against you. What with losing a friend to you, and progressively losing others as well. I fear you. You are a well-known opponent to my people. I won't give into you yet. But it's up to you when 'yet' is. I listen to anyone who speaks, including you, Death. Tell me, when do you want to take me? Use your words of 'end' and 'die' to tell. Keep taking them if you so wish. I'll be at the end of the line

  The girl sat there, typing on her keyboard, it was eleven at night.  "I'm going to bed~"  one of her friends said online, "Night mommy~"  "Night~"  She replied, typing quickly.  At least there was still one more on.  "I'm going to bed!"  They said on Facebook.  "A sleep-deprived Viva is a bad thing."  "Aww okay~"  She typed back.  Might as well go to sleep myself... She thought, looking over at her bed and tossing some brown hair out of her face.  A clicking noise sounded near her bed, and she jumped at the message tone, clicking back to the Facebook tab as she closed YouTube and Tumblr.  "We continue tomorrow~?"  Her friend from dow