Hey everyone.
I was just listening to this song and I got this idea.
The song in this chapter is 'Hero' by Superchick, I recommend you listen to it if you haven't, its a great song.
I hope you like it.
Enjoy.
'No one sits with him, he doesn't fit in
But we feel like we do when we make fun of him'
"Get out of the way, nerd" a big guy says pushing the skinny pale boy down on the way to class.
That boy starts to pick up the books just to get them accidently kicked away by some girls.
"Oops, ha, didn't see you there, -cough- freak -cough" one of the girls with blonde hair says laughing mockingly.
'Cause you want to belong, do you go along?
Cause his pain is the price paid for you to belong'
They're in class now.
"Pssst, hey! Nerdo" one of the cool kids say, his friend sitting silently beside him not saying a word.
"What?" the boy ask, though knowing he shouldn't, he just wants to get through this lesson and go home
"You know no one likes you, right? Not even those people you hang out with, they just pity you, you know why? Because you are pathetic" the guy spits in the already broken boy's face.
"Oh, is the baby gonna cry" the guy says, taunting the poor boy.
"You are such a loser, isn't he Jordan" the guy says, looking to his quiet friend.
The boy looks to the poor, broken boy trying not to cry.
"Er, yeah! Such a loser" the boy, no longer quite has made his decision.
'It's not like you hate him or want him to die
But maybe he goes home and thinks suicide'
When he goes home that night he feels like giving up.
He looks at his father's hunting kit his gun, and he wonders what it would be like to die, just end it.
His phone rings, it's his 'friend', no not his friend, they dont like him, they pity him.
'Or he comes back to school with a gun at his side
And a kindness from you might have saved his life'
He knows what he's doing now.
He grabs that gun, hides it in his school bag.
He denies a ride to school, he wants to walk today.
He takes a deep breath and enters the school.
He puts his hand in his bag and holds it, feeling the cold metal in his hand.
He pulls out the gun and shoots the ground once, getting their attention.
The people look at him, terrified.
Jordan looks on from where he is standing, maybe if he had done something that day, he could have stopped this.
The redheaded girl that he's loved for so long, walks over with her other friends.
They try to calm him down, they really do love him, but he can't see it.
"Robbie, please dont do this" the redhead says, close to tears.
'No one talks to her, she feels so alone
She's in too much pain to survive on her own'
She is always alone, she tries to hang out with a group of people nearly every day, just to get rejected, they dont like her, they dont want her.
She is in so much pain, it's getting too much to handle.
She want her sister to notice, talk to her more, like they used to.
But her sister has other friends now, she doesn't need her older sister.
She is trying to survive, to survive on her own.
'The hurt she can't handle overflows to a knife
She writes on her arm and wants to give up her life'
The first time she does it, she doesn't even think, she sees the scissors her sister's friend had left behind, they were perfect.
At first she just scratches skin, there's no blood, but a week's go on she changes her weapon of choice, she starts to use a razor she pried out of a pencil sharpener.
She loves the pain, one day she writes on her arm, using the razor, 'fat pig', just a couple of the horrible words she has been called.
'Each day she goes on is a day that she's brave
Fighting the lie that giving up is the way'
She barely gets through a day, it's not living for her, just surviving, though she's not sure she wants to anymore, she's so tired.
When she's not at school she's in her bedroom, sleeping or cutting.
Her grades have fallen behind.
Sometimes she feels that giving up is the way, but she hasn't yet.
'Each moment of courage her on life she saves
When she throws the pills out a hero is made'
But one day it gets too much, she runs home from school, tears cascading down her face.
No one is home yet, she runs into the kitchen.
She opens the cabinet that contains all kinds of pills and she takes a pot of sleeping pills.
She runs to the bathroom, she empties the pill pot onto the floor and picks 10 up, she runs into the bathroom and locks the door, just encase someone gets home early and tries to save her, she's to far gone to be saved anyway.
She sits on the closed toilet seat, her hand shaking with the 10 of the sleeping pills in it.
She thinks of her family and her dreams and she realises how much she would miss them, how much she wanted to live, for a bit she forgot all those horrific words and taunts and she dropped the pills on the floor, some rolling under the door.
She heard her sister banging on the door, maybe she does care.
"Trina!" she screams.
'No one talks to him about how he lives
He thinks that the choices he makes are just his'
The first time he tried it, it was because he wanted to feel numb and he wanted to get away from life for a bit.
This was his choice, he wanted to do it.
He got it from an old friend.
'Doesn't know he's the leader with the way he behaves
And others will follow the choices he's made'
He didn't think of his younger brother the first time he did it, didn't think of the consequences.
But now he doesn't care.
He likes the drugs they make him feel alive again.
They help him relax sometimes, sometimes they give him terrifying hallucinations.
'He lives on the edge, he's old enough to decide
His brother who wants to be him is just nine'
He is 18, he's old enough to make his own choices, and he did.
He buys an RV and parks it in his parent drive way, now he has privacy.
The wrong choice, but he likes it.
But his nine year old brother has always looked up to him, wanted to be him, now he doesn't understand why his brother acts so strange now.
Is this really the kind of role model that he wants to be?
The drug gives him nightmares, he sleeps with a knife.
This scares his brother, he doesn't understand why.
'He can do what he wants because it's his right
The choices he makes change a nine-year-old's life'
He says he can do it, because he's allowed, its his right, to have a choice.
He has made lots of choices in his life, not knowing how it would affect his little brother, not knowing how much his brother looks up to him.
He's lying, high, on the battered sofa he owns in his small RV.
No cares in the world.
He doesn't even here the metal door open.
His brother walks over, football in hand.
He nudges him softly.
"Beck, Beck, I wanna play footy, Beck" the nine year old says.
"Maybe later, bro" he says, closing his eyes.
But. when will later come?
I hope you liked this chapter.
Review a song you would like me to use in the next chapter, and who you would like to be associated with it or certain parts of it.
If I get no review that contain song ideas for the next chapter, I will just pick a song myself, so get reviewing, or PM me.
Bye everyone.