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I tighten my guitar and throw it, the feedback whines and rings and everything goes blurry as my eyes fill with my tears
After that my band never let me know when the next practice was
I'm scratching the side of my cherry red electric guitar, the paint starts chipping off as I look around my room, my tv is on, but the lights are off
I have piles of dirty clothes scattered all around my room,
I start strumming my guitar slowing recalling the songs I wrote
(Basically every song Alex G has wrote, just giving all credit to that artist for the songs played, and named)
I start playing my song Advice
Crazy to think almost every single one of those song were written by me when I was with my ex
I haven't eaten in so long
⚠⚠⚠⚠ ABUSE ; Please skip this chapter or stop reading at the ⚠sign, thank you <3
Knock knock
"Come in" my voice is low
I grew up mute, but I got surgery done on my vocal cords, now I can
I talk like a child
I know a few words
The door opens and I flinch by how fast it seems to swing open
"We have a new roommate by tomorrow morning, please clean up your room and make yourself presentable, I don't wanna ruin another one of my chances with another handsome boy because of a freak" my roommate Sofia raises her voice
"Asshole" my voice wheezes
She groans and hits the door
I flinch again
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"AGAIN WITH THAT FUCKING GUITAR?" she screams dramatically as she speed walks my way I get up and put my guitar behind my back
She slaps my face then punches me weakly but enough to make me loose my balance and fall to the ground, as I am setting my self up Sofia grabs my guitar
It's been 5 years, can't she just move out
SLAM
she beings to hit me with my guitar
SLAM
"Stop!" I breathe
SLAM
"Please sof.."
SLAM
I start to bleed out of my chin and my nose
SLAM
"Have fun playing with a broken guitar"
All I can do is moan and sigh
My body hurts
I hear my door shut and I get up I grab my guitar to see the stings are all broken
My cherry red guitar..
I don't get it.. What did I do wrong
I start to sob
I stand up and hold my guitars neck in my right hand and lean my head back
Couldn't I just fucking die
I just drop my guitar and kick it to the side
I lay on my bed on my side
I'm all sore
I don't even bother to take care of my chin or my nose
