Call Me When You're Sober

 **Spirit walked down to the common room that was mostly empty. She looked around, feeling completely left out. She sat down on the floor in a corner of the common room. She looked around again, scanning the room. The few people that were in there were laughing and having fun. She was not. No one noticed her for the right things. All they knew was, that weird chick that wears weird clothes. She was going to be noticed for something else. She took a deep breath, stood up, and started belting out a song as loud as she could. Everyone shut up and listened...

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

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

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!

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***

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***Spirit sat in the empty dormatory, stumming on her guitar and slightly mumbling lyrics to a song she had be writing over the summer. She had fallen in love with a wizard about two years earlier. Their relationship went great...for a while, then everything just started falling apart. He was the only person that understood her, and now that he was gone...she was all alone. She thought of those summer days where they would chase each other around the pond, tackling one another onto the ground and smothering each other with kisses. She longed for someone to fill his place...someone to make her feel whole. She started playing the song and her darkly angelic voice filled the room...

Can you stop the fire,
Can you stand the fire,
You can't you stop the fire,
you won't say the words,
Can you stop the fire?

Please, please forgive me
But I won't be home again
Maybe someday you'll look up
And barely conscious, you'll say to no one
Isn't something missing?

You won't cry for my absence, I know
You forgot me long ago
Am I that unimportant?
Am I so insignificant?
Isn't someone missing me?

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Even though I'm the sacrifice,
You won't try for me, not now,
Though I'd die to know you love me
I'm all alone
Isn't someone missing me?

Please, please forgive me
But I won't be home again
I know what you do to yourself
I breath deep and cry out
Isn't something missing?

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And if I bleed, I'll bleed
Knowing you don't care
And if I sleep just to dream of you
I'll wake without you there
Isn't something missing?
Isn't something....

[chorus]

She wiped the tears away and went downstairs...looking for someone to make her feel....whole.....***

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Always The Odd One

***Spirit walked into the great hall. She wasn't in the Hogwarts uniform, but in a long black skirt, a corset top, and big bulky boots. Her makeup was done very dramatically, as if done by a professional. People glanced at her, started whispering to other students, and, as always, critisized her. She hated this. It happened to her all the time. People judged before even talking to her. She sat down at the empty end of the Slytherin table. She opened a book and started writing lyrics. She did this often. She did it to release all the feelings that built up inside her. As she wrote she hummed. People kept looking at her but she was so lost in the song, she didn't notice. "Hey Mortisha!" someone said, loudly. "Um, excuse me? Who the hell is Mortisha? My name is Spirit." she said. The muggle born laughed. Of course, since none of the full blood witches and wizards knew what he was talking about, they didn't laugh, but the muggle borns and half bloods did. She rolled her eyes and went back to writing as a tear slid down her cheek. She wrote the sentence "Always the odd one." ***

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Hello Everyone.

My name is Spirit Whisper. I'm a Slytherin. I love music and anything related to music like...writing lyrics and stuff like that. I'm a bit of a weirdo but i'm nicer than most Slytherins you'll ever meet. Other than that i'm just a normal witch. *laughs*

+Spirit+

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