Trying to keep the player

Ch. 22 Player vs Six year old.

Chapter 22

Cameras were all over the place but Demon’s mother got them out. His mother is feared by mostly everyone except me. I got my own room in this mansion. It looked really castle like. It was beautiful and large. Head phones in my head and I was listening to a song and kept on repeating it. I lay at the bed staring at the ceiling and listen to music all over again. A smile played on my face trying to forget. It was night in England. A day already passed over at where we used to be.

“Baby you keep my heart beat, beat, beat, beat, beating. For some reason I keep believing...” I sang along with the song. It was by stereo skyline- heartbeat. It was a fast song and it got me distracted. I was just going to let myself listen to music and fall asleep with it. At the moment I didn’t want to think or feel. As the song start to end, the cut in my chest was opening again. The stitches weren’t enough to keep my heart together. Then I had to because I needed to tell him that I’m not what he thinks he is. I pick up my cell-phone not caring how far we were. I dialled his phone number. There were a five beeps and picking up.

“Hello...?” Seth voice appears on the phone but dead.

“Seth I was-“I started but then he just hanged up on me. I bit my lip and I let the darkness of the room swallow me up. I had to call him until he answers. He can’t act like this to me. He’s supposed to be there. I dialled again and he picked up again.

“I don’t want to hear it,” He says directly.

“But Seth It’s not like that! I swear...please-“He hangs up again. I get frustrated and a tear drops off my eye and hits the bed. I can’t lose my best friend. I may seem like an emotional wimp now but no one knew how close I and Seth are. Having him think this and say it to me... It hurt... This time he didn’t even pick up. Another time...he wouldn’t pick up. I let more tear drops fall onto the bed. Then I start singing with the song that came next.

Can you hear these tear drops? Hit my Pillow, they kept falling cause, I kept falling for your dozen thorny roses, now I’m bleeding; now I’m lonely again... – Empty frames.

Damon POV

I touch the mark physco left by to remind me of what she did to me and I did to her. I was walking back from the bathroom and then I hear singing over a room. It was actually good singing with just whispering. Then I peak over to the door and open it slightly. It was physco... She was looking up at the ceiling. One leg over another. She had her I-pod in her head and headphones in her ears. Guess...what... She was crying again... She thinks she’s the only one that fucking goes thru something awful? I make a fist. It hurt me watching her crying there because of Seth and me. She’s calling me selfish; she’s selfish for even doing what she did! If she loved Seth then she should have just said it!

I walk away and then head over back outside at the courtyard. I look up the billion of stars in the sky. No star can make this wish come true. Oh great, the physco is making me poetic. What can’t she do? Maybe I should try the music thing out. Telling by what she’s doing it isn’t’ working but hell, might as well. I’ve rather go outside and go to a party. I don’t know the parties in England though...not yet. First song comes on, in the end- Faber drive. Oh yea, this is what one of my thousands of girlfriends put on my I-pod. There’s no way I’d have this song on.

-Am I the fool, Am I the victim, I'd rather know, You'd rather kiss him, Am I the fool, am I a victim, I'd rather know, You'd rather kiss him good night, Tonight I'm blinded, I try I tried, Is the way, Is this the way it ends. – This music thing isn’t working. How is this helping? Then I go search for clubs around England on the internet. Another song came on that was called bulletproof by Iyaz. I put this song on... I found some parties around. Then I went back up stairs and then pass by Physco’s room. I open it and she’s sleeping. Then I enter and look over at her. She was mostly into a ball. Eyes and mouth closed. I bended down to the height of the bed and where her face was. A string of hair fell on her face. As much as I hate her...