February 6th, 2010 – Finn

He remembers the day he had to move his drumset to his room. Mom didn't want to see it anymore. Maybe it was a gift from his father, he couldn't remember, all he knew was mom didn't like it. It was dusty now, unused. Clothing, along with all other possessions, were scattered about the bedroom floor, the concept of actually seeing the graying carpet a rare thing. Cell phone, blinking and vibrating on his bedside table. He wouldn't answer. They all wanted to get in his head, to figure out what had him thinking for once.

He just wanted to get away for a while.