Chapter - Billy Ruskin
I set her guitar on my lap. She looked at me with her eager sapphire eyes. She's such a beauty, I thought to myself when she snapped her fingers in front of me and chuckled at my nervous and embarrassed face.
"Come on ginger, sing to me!" she exclaimed. I took a deep breath, looked in her mesmerizing blue eyes and started playing the guitar.
Mr Ruskin come and paint my picture
We're losing sleep 'cos we steal the week
Now who's your best friend?
Can you introduce me?
See I can't seem to even let you breathe
When I dance with Billy Ruskin in my mind's eye
Please let me forget that I'm standing on my own
And I am my own best friend and I need me to see
That I am more than what is hiding in me
Come and show me if you can
See I know you're me
But I can't seem to understand
If you know me, place my hand on mine
And we will resurrect the time
That we lost when you left my mind
Its psycho-paranoia disappearing in time
Come and show me what makes you tick
I need you to get out of my mind quick
When I dance with Billy Ruskin in my mind's eye
Please let me forget that I'm standing on my own
And I am my own best friend and I need me to see
That I am more than what is hiding in me
She raised her perfectly shaped eyebrows and let her jaws open. And all she said was "Wow, you wrote that for your cat?"
Blushing, I replied "yeah, I wrote it just last week."
I was just 15 years old and had no deep emotions to write about and so I dedicated my passion to my cat Billy Ruskin. Mr.Ruskin was my only bestfriend before Sara came along. I was very much socially awkward or maybe people liked to avoid ugly gingers like me. I was bullied a lot because I was poor, a ginger and not good looking enough to please their eyes.
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