Kendall's POV

TRAVIS

The name sends chills down my spine, makes my heart stutter, unsure of whether to continue with its rhythmic pattern or not. It fills my head with cotton, my mouth with saliva, fills my stomach with fat, hairy, squirming caterpillars.

LIAR

He lied to me before, lied to me after, lied to me through and through. He made his words sound like promises; twisted them until they were like one big sticky cocoon wrapping around my body, enshrouding me in warmth and security and what I thought was possibly love.

PILLS

It was Travis who brought the pills over, slipped them into my drink, One Two Three. Maybe four? However many, they were one too many, but it's not like I told him not to. I encouraged him. I begged him. "I want to feel it," I said to him, patting his shirt, his jeans, his coat, searching for them. "I want to feel the rush. I can handle it."

The only problem was, I couldn't handle it. It. It when the floor met the ceiling and touched the wall; It when the colors shifted and shaded and turned into one huge fucking rainbow, raining down on me; It when his layers fell apart and the only part that were left of him were the Truth, the Pain, the Lies, the parts that I couldn't stand to see.

But I did, and then I could not, would not turn away. Everything fell to the ground in pieces and shards, and then I had no clue where to go, what to do. He had me trapped by letting me go, but I was the only one who knew it.

Then I pushed him out, shut the door, locked it, bolted it, and sank to the ground. I grabbed my eyelids and pulled them over my eyes, forcing myself to shut out the lights and the music and the misery that surrounded me from every side, invading my body and my brain and my punctured heart through every pore.

And then I cried.


The actual marching band stuff comes in the next chapter. I'm writing this for an English project, so any and all criticism or praise is accepted and encouraged.

Review? It would make my day, I promise.