Yes,another "Charlie" story. I mena,the guy holds about25 of the fan base.
Disclaimer:I don't own anything.
Key:Something that's made from most of the SHT# buttons will separate past and present.
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Past:Charlie sat on the cold,hard floor of the backstage room. He'd always sit there. Somehow,the feeling of cold,hard floor against your body comforts you. He hugged his knees. Sure the band had played great,but that didn't stop him from feeling alone.
Kevin,James,and Len sat in chairs. Len,the drummer,was drunk agian. He was yelling that it was everybody else in the band's fualt that the show had failed. It hadn't really. 'If failing is defined as being bombarded with screams of pleasure by millions of fans,then whats sucsess,asshole?' Charlie thought.
He knew better than to say it out loud. Len would just hit him. Being the oldest,Len considered himself a higher athourity over the other three. Charlie,espcecialy. Charlie was the youngest and more innocent of the four band mates. He had,however,been abused mentally,physicly,and sexualy growing up. Being in a foster family consisting of a father and son who were both abusive hadn't been very fun.
He had also spent a majority the tour sharing a hotel room with Len. James and Kevin didn't find this a very comforting idea,but Charlie said it was to keep Len from yelling at the other two. Even though they protested openly,Charlie stood his ground firmly.
If you were to take off his long sleeved shirt,however,you would see an array of cuts and brusises on the 25-year-old's(sorry if I made him younger than he really is-I don't know his real age.) chest,arms,and back. It was the same with his legs.
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Present:Charlie lay on his back,aching all over. He heard whispers about him occasionaly throughout the encampment,but he struggled not to listen. Yet he could hear one just outside the tent he was laying in,AKA the medical tent. Pushing himself to sit up,he looked out as much as he could through the flap.
Lightly touching the back of his head,he ran his hand over a cut. He had a cuncusion,and had probly been out cold for some time. He had attmempted suiced,but alas,someone had found him. He hadn't heard who it had been,but they had found him.
Apparently,he'd been lying on his front with his head turned to the side. The blood had been fresh,and Jack had determinded he had been lying there only a little while. From his waist down,charlie had been lying in water. Every now and then,the water had come up over his head,and he was lucky not to have been dragged out to sea.
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Past:Charlie was now back in the hotel room,and pretended he was asleep. As his band mates argued,he listened with his head turned the other way and resting on his folded arms.
"Well,it's all his fucking fualt we played so bad. If it hadn't been for "Poor little Charlie",we would have played better. Poor little Charlie,who can't even stand up for himself."-At this part,Charlie heard Len walkng over to him."Poor little fucking bastard Charlie,who can't take care of himself! Poor little goddamn fucking shit-face bastard Charlie,who doesn't even know his real family!"
Len sudden'y kicked Charlie in the side,knocking him fully to the floor. Len leaned forward and sadi,"Poor stupid,worthless bitch Charlie,who was abused as a kid,raped and hit and metally abused." James and Kevin,who had stood up when Len had kicked Charlie,atempted to pull Len off the much younger figure.
It wasn't any use. Len mearly punched them a few times,and they fell down after atleast 4 hits each. Turning back to Charlie,who had backed up into a corner during the fight and was shivering fearfully hugging his knees tightly to his chest,Len grabbed the younger person. Picking Charlie up,He slammed him into the wall.