After Everything We've Been Through (Sequel to after newyork)

All About The Music And The People Who Need To Hear It

"I love the song and want a copy of it " he smiles

"Already in your emails"

"Who has email anymore b"

"Me okay"

"Grandma"

"I'm not a grandma!"

"You still use email Bella, your a Grandma"

"People who use email are not grandmas, I'm leaving Daniel just because you said that" I laugh and leave. My next stop was jack, majority of the songs I've written are for jack his the one who really needs to listen.  But he hasn't not since I left for New York, that's how long I've been try to scream out for help, it's an odd way but if they understood me at all that's how they'll know. There are five songs on  the USB I gave jack but his never heard them but now I have two more I want him to hear so I grab the USB and out them on it and I'm going to hand it to him and makes him listen. I walk into our room hand him a laptop, headphones and put the USB in and tell him to just listen, I sit next to him, and wait intill his finished. When his finished all seven songs he finally says something to me.

"Can you sing two of them for me, six feet under-"

"I know which one"

"Lets go to the booth" he gets up and goes into the studio. I stand at the mic, play the track and start singing.

(Song:six feet under)

"Help, I lost myself again
But I remember you
Don't come back, it won't end well
But I wish you'd tell me too

Our love is six feet under
I can't help but wonder
If our grave was watered by the rain
Would roses bloom?
Could roses bloom
Again?

Retrace my lips
Erase your touch
It's all too much for me
Blow away
Like smoke in air
How can you die carelessly?

Our love is six feet under
I can't help but wonder
If our grave was watered by the rain
Would roses bloom?
Could roses bloom?

They're playing our sound
Laying us down tonight
And all of these clouds
Bringing us back to life
But you're cold as a night

Six feet under
I can't help but wonder
If our grave was watered by the rain
Bloom
Bloom
Again

Help, I lost myself again
But I remember you

After I finish that song  I sing the other one.

(Song, It wasn't me it was Patricia)
"The scariest place that I've ever been
Is in my own head around 2 AM
The room it will spin and I'll feel sick
My chest it'll heave and I cannot breathe
I'm panicking, frantically, so depressed, manically
Pop a few pills to maybe do the trick

'Cause no amount of music can cover the screams
No television shows can hide the voices it seems
I'm sitting in my bed, with my hands over my head, wishing this was all just a dream
I'm sitting in my bed, with my hands over my head, wishing this was all just a dream

Silence is the loudest thing that's ever filled my head
The voices telling, yelling at me I should be dead
Silence is the loudest thing that's ever filled my head
When's it gonna stop?
"Never," they said,
"You're better off dead."

If someone put a gun to my head
I'd gladly pull the trigger
'Cause when you're already dead inside
There's nothing else to live for
You'd be doing me a favour
Literally blowing my mind
By showing me a piece of what's on the inside
A mess I must confess a little bit twisted
Yes I get it, I'll admit it
I'm just a little bit weird
Oh dear but

In this day and age aren't we all a little bit strange?
And the voices we are all starting to hear
In this day and age aren't we all a little bit strange?
And the voices we are all starting to hear

Silence is the loudest thing that's ever filled my head
The voices telling, yelling at me I should be dead
Silence is the loudest thing that's ever filled my head
When's it gonna stop?
"Never," they said,
"You're better off dead."

They say jump from that window sill
We won't catch you but the ground will
Jump from that window sill
We won't catch you but the ground will
Jump from that window sill
We won't catch you but the ground will" I finish the song with tears rolling down my cheeks and a blank expression across my face. Jack doesn't have anything to say his exactly the way I am right now, shocked. I was scared of this, him looking at me differently and see me for who I really am, I just walk out of the room and stand there, what do you say to someone who just sang a song like that. Cause I have no glue what to say, what would you say?.

"You know what I would say to that, Dumb bitch I'm coming but wait I'm already here" I tidy around and see alice.

"What do you want alice"

"You dead you bitch!"

"Why ?"

"You got Everthing I wanted, a boy, a career, you knew I wanted to be a singer but you took it from me." She steps closer to me.

"I-.I didn't know Alice, how could I when all you talked about was the many boyfriend you had never about what you wanted for yourself" I try not to scream .

"Say another word and I shoot" she pulls out a gun.

"What's going on?" Jack walks out of the studio facing Alice and all I hear is a trigger being pulled.

Hey guys hope you liked the chapter, the three songs I used were ocean eyes, six feet under by Billie Eilish and it wasn't me it was Patricia by Anna Clendening. Let me know what thought, please vote and comment they mean the world they really do. Have an amazing day if you weren't already and intill next time,

Bye for now ❤️