The man was sat on the arm chair, holding his head in his hands. He didn't know what to do, or if he could indeed do anything. All he knew was that it would be better for everyone, and himself, if he just kept his mouth shut.
"I'm so sorry. So fucking sorry…" He trailed off, then suddenly thought back to the moment his band mate, his best friend, had shouted at him, sneering that he never wanted to see him again, and his whole being just suddenly dissolved into heart wrenching sobs.
Intro: I've been with the boys for three years now. I can really say that I'm happy to be here, and I'm sure they are too.
Especially Brian, I really don't call him syn anymore. He's like my father now. We are just a big happy family now. That's what
Johnny said. Zacky still creeps me out a little, He always has. But I still love him. And when we play together, he say's we
sound better together than Him and Brian. But I think he says that just to make me feel good. Then theres Matt. To me he is
“- go down,” I heard laughter.
“What?” My voice echoed off the steel walls as I sat bolt upright in my uncomfortable bed.
“- world go down,” that same voice. It was starting to sound louder, as if the owner of the voice was getting closer to me. A shiver ran down my spine.
“Where am I? What’s going on? Please tell me!” I was starting to panic as my chest seized up, and my breathing quickened.
“Shh, it’s ok,” a whisper wrapped around me and I instantly relaxed. I yawned.