A/N- I don't own Daira.
Trent woke up mid morning, as he always did. Then, like most other mornings, he rolled over, pressed his face into the sheets, and he simply lay there. An hour latter, he experienced an epiphany. If anyone were to see him, they wouldn't tell that his life had just turned on its side; he had moved maybe an inch since he'd initially woken up.
Despite his inactivity, Trent's mind was moving a million miles an hour, as it always did when he was quite and still. On this morning, his mind was racing with the realization that he was unhappy.
Trent wondered what had happened. He wasn't exactly content with his lot in life, and he'd always had a generally negative outlook of the world, but this feeling of dissatisfaction had never been so acutely understood before.
Janie's gone, he immediately thought. What was he supposed to do without her? She took care of him just as much as he took care of her. He didn't really need for her to take care of him, but Trent liked that someone needed, and what was he supposed to take care of if she wasn't around? Trent didn't want to take care of his mother, and he didn't like any of his band mates enough to take care of them.
The band, Trent's mind groaned at him. They weren't going anywhere. Trent was getting tired of the music. Nick was a sub-par base player to begin with, but he'd stopped trying to improve his skill, and his lack of knowledge was beginning to hinder their music. Trent was getting tired of sharing his lyrics with Jesse. Trent was finally becoming comfortable with his ability to compose, but now he felt that Jesse's input was compromising the true potential of his songs. Then, Max was talking about moving to Tennessee with his brother, so they'd have to find a new drummer when they really needed to find a new base player. The drama and stifled creativity was wearing Trent thin.
As if Jane's absence and the band's inevitable break-up wasn't enough to ponder, Trent's fast thinking brain suddenly supplied him with a third reason to be unhappy: The house. An uncomfortable cycle of over-crowded chaos and still emptiness had settled into place. One week, the family or the band or family friends would invade the house. A week latter, the house would be abandoned by all except for Trent and maybe his mother, if he was lucky. The crowded house was exhausting, but the empty house left Trent lonely.
Trent was tired of it. He wanted something bigger than Mystik Spiral, he wanted something more than Lawndale, and he wanted his sister.
That morning, Trent realized it was time to leave.
Annoying Note- Well, there's the introduction. I hope it sounds interesting so far. Really, I got inspired after watching Road Warrior. I wondered what Trent would do if he decided he wanted to do something else. Thus.
This story might seem a little strange at times. I just read Mrs. Dalloway, and so I've discovered stream of consciousness. As a result, I've started experimenting with my writing a little, getting away from traditional writing styles. I'll only apologize for subjecting you to my "new" writing before I've really figured it out.
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