Run Away Before It's Too Late
Broken
*Oli's POV*
Ever since Kathandria disappeared two years ago, I haven't been myself. I've been walking on a razor edge, precariously balancing and nearly falling numerous times. We still perform and all but it's not like it used to be. Even the fans are mourning with us. I have turned to writing sadder songs now. Of course, there are the ones that are not exactly happy but aren't depressing either.
I miss my baby girl. I grab my head in run my fingers through my long, wavy brown locks, tugging in frustration. The police said that she probably ran away because of me, the band, and a bunch of other bullshit. One even made a snide comment about how she was probably fucking all of us. I almost beat the fuck out of that guy. My once warm eyes are now numb, dead abysses. Ain't it funny how a guy who could once feel a variety of emotions in a split second be near incapable of feeling anything other than numbness now? I chuckle at the irony.
She was never found, not even a body. She'd be 17 today. Her birthday. The anniversary of her disappearance. I want to throw something, scream, cry, have a fit, do something but I can't muster forth enough energy to lift my head up. How could I have never noticed that she was dreading something, like she somehow knew it would come true no matter what? How? What kind of a father am I if I can't even tell when my child is in pain or suffering?! I clench my eyes shut.
Wetness trails down my cheeks as my fists clench and unclench. How could I have been so careless? How could I have been so blind? The truth was right there in front of me. I look at the empty bottle of Fireball Cinnamon Whiskey. I grunt as I knock it over, flinging it onto the floor. I curl up in the fetal position on the couch, staring blankly in front of me.
I can barely hear the doorbell ring. It doesn't even click in my mind that someone is at the door until I hear the knocking. I sneer. What do they want? "I'M COMING!" I scream hoarsely as I shakily get up. I wipe my tears away, attempting to look like I hadn't just been bawling my eyes out like a little baby. I walk slowly to the door, swaying slightly from the sudden movement of my body.
The polite knocking turns to pounding on the door. I'm still a ways away. I scream out, "I'M COMING GOD DAMN IT! HOLD YOUR FUCKING HORSES!" The pounding ceases and I notice the ringing in my ears. Fuck, what the hell did I do to myself? I'm a few feet away from the door when the dorrbell goes off. It's a endless stream of ringing. In a fury, I quickly close the distance between the door and myself. I fling it open, screaming, "WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU W---". My eyes widen before tears fall. "Why?" A broken whisper esacpes my throat as I fall to my knees, sobbing.
Ever since Kathandria disappeared two years ago, I haven't been myself. I've been walking on a razor edge, precariously balancing and nearly falling numerous times. We still perform and all but it's not like it used to be. Even the fans are mourning with us. I have turned to writing sadder songs now. Of course, there are the ones that are not exactly happy but aren't depressing either.
I miss my baby girl. I grab my head in run my fingers through my long, wavy brown locks, tugging in frustration. The police said that she probably ran away because of me, the band, and a bunch of other bullshit. One even made a snide comment about how she was probably fucking all of us. I almost beat the fuck out of that guy. My once warm eyes are now numb, dead abysses. Ain't it funny how a guy who could once feel a variety of emotions in a split second be near incapable of feeling anything other than numbness now? I chuckle at the irony.
She was never found, not even a body. She'd be 17 today. Her birthday. The anniversary of her disappearance. I want to throw something, scream, cry, have a fit, do something but I can't muster forth enough energy to lift my head up. How could I have never noticed that she was dreading something, like she somehow knew it would come true no matter what? How? What kind of a father am I if I can't even tell when my child is in pain or suffering?! I clench my eyes shut.
Wetness trails down my cheeks as my fists clench and unclench. How could I have been so careless? How could I have been so blind? The truth was right there in front of me. I look at the empty bottle of Fireball Cinnamon Whiskey. I grunt as I knock it over, flinging it onto the floor. I curl up in the fetal position on the couch, staring blankly in front of me.
I can barely hear the doorbell ring. It doesn't even click in my mind that someone is at the door until I hear the knocking. I sneer. What do they want? "I'M COMING!" I scream hoarsely as I shakily get up. I wipe my tears away, attempting to look like I hadn't just been bawling my eyes out like a little baby. I walk slowly to the door, swaying slightly from the sudden movement of my body.
The polite knocking turns to pounding on the door. I'm still a ways away. I scream out, "I'M COMING GOD DAMN IT! HOLD YOUR FUCKING HORSES!" The pounding ceases and I notice the ringing in my ears. Fuck, what the hell did I do to myself? I'm a few feet away from the door when the dorrbell goes off. It's a endless stream of ringing. In a fury, I quickly close the distance between the door and myself. I fling it open, screaming, "WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU W---". My eyes widen before tears fall. "Why?" A broken whisper esacpes my throat as I fall to my knees, sobbing.
Notes
Forgot about this story. Sorry guys, I've had a lot on my plate. Insomnia helps since it's the reason I'm writing this. That and boredom.
THIS IS THE FINAL CHAPTER. I AM WRITING THE SEQUEL AS WE SPEAK. THERE WILL BE 13 (I believe) CHAPTERS.
So what if you're "crazy". We're all "crazy" in our own way. Hell I'm even a little "crazy". Being "crazy" just means you're limited edition and not a washing machine. People need to think before they speak and open their minds before their mouths. Show them how it feels to be treated the way they treat you. Kick their a$$ a little.
One of my ex-friends went to a place that's a little similar to the place you went.
If you ever need to talk, I'm here to listen :)
8/17/16