I get changed and walk into the laundry room, the door opening. It hits me right in the forehead, making me fall backwards and hit the back of my head on on of the benches. Holy sh*t... I black out, my head pounding.
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
I feel something go wrong and hear shuffling inside the room. I knock on the door and listen, "Faith? Kid, you alright?"
When she doesn't answer, I glance around for any sign of her before heading inside. I find her in the laundry room, unconscious on the floor. Swearing, I check her vitals and cradle her in my arms.
"Faith?" I call, "Wake up."
I'm never what I like I'm double sided And I just can't hide I kind of like it When I make you cry 'Cause I'm twisted up, twisted up Inside
My memory going fuzzy, my whole face numbs out and I start to feel paralized. I blink once but don't open my eyes fully, not able to move at the moment. Is my head bleeding? Hah. It probably is. And...this hurts like hell... I say to myself.
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
I wake around thirty minutes later, not remember anything at all, and glance around, "Where am I?" I ask in a murmmer, "Who...Who am I? Ow...my head hurts..." I touch the bleeding spot, wincing.
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
Memories come back, me and Alex are laughing and kissing at the track, and then I hit my head on the... "Um...I don't really know," I say, frustrated. My hand becomes ice and I freak out, it for some reason not hurting.
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
