Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters mentioned. I just wish that
I do. Also, I do not own the lyrics. They belong to Puddle of Mudd.
Said: Part I
"Emotionless I slip into the black
And there's no turning back now
Everyone around me is smoking crack
This tunnel is blinding
Hallucinating, I'm debating life
But it's still moving forward
If I could change the hands of time
Well, I'd do it better"
Jeff stared at the bottle of ibuprofen. He wondered what they would do if he took all of them. 'Probably nothing. They probably wouldn't even notice that I'm gone.' Tears came to his eyes.
"Hey, bro, whatcha doin'?" Matt's voice interrupted him.
"Hey, Matt. I got a headache, so I'm takin' some ibuprofen." Jeff took two pills out of the container and swallowed them.
"Oh." Matt grinned suddenly. "I bought you a present."
Jeff raised his eyebrows. "Really? And what would that be?"
Matt rolled his eyes. "It's a present. That means that ya gotta come and open it, silly." He dragged Jeff out of the bathroom and pointed to the present, wrapped in shiny silver paper.
Jeff looked at Matt, then walked over to the present. He picked it up and unwrapped it. It was a pair of black leather pants and a red and black tiger print silky shirt. Jeff held the shirt up to himself and raised his eyebrows again.
"I bought you some shoes, too," Matt pointed to a pair of chunky black boots.
"What's the occasion?"
"You're going to a club with me tonight. Whether you like it or not."
"Just walk away
Just walk away
Just walk away"
Jeff watched Matt and Adam's backs moving away from him. 'Well,' he thought, 'they finally got me to a club.' He looked around. The dance floor was covered with people dancing to the pulsating beat of the music. Jeff took a sip of his drink and sighed. 'Would they care if I left?' he wondered to himself. 'Prolly not.' He got up and walked out of the club. Jeff hailed a taxi and went back to the hotel that they were staying in.
'Another night, another hotel.' Jeff sighed. It was one of the disadvantages to his job. He hated all the traveling that they had to do. He fell onto his bed and tried to sleep.
"Fearless I have fell into trap
And there's no way around it
Everyone is crying in the back
My kin is around me
Hesitating, there's no second chance
When you know you're a loser
Keep on trying to keep an open mind"
Jeff stood backstage at a house show, watching everything around him. He didn't have a match tonight, he was just here to support his brother.
His brother.
'Humph,' he thought. 'Some brother he is.'
Jeff realized that all these people that he worked with were about as close to family as he could ever get. 'So then why do they all hate me?' he questioned. 'Aren't families supposed to love each other?'
Someone called out to him and told him that Matt's match was up next. He heard their music playing and he went out to cheer Matt on.
"I'm caught in a circle
Just walk away
Just walk away
Just walk away"
After the show was done, Jeff watched his brother walk away from him with a bunch of his friends to go out and part. He sighed, almost wishing that he was going with then. But no, he was instead going back to the hotel, back to another night of loneliness, another night of emptiness, of nothing.
'Maybe I really should just kill myself. Get it over with. One less person for everyone to worry about. One less person for Vince to pay.'
The more Jeff thought about it, the more it sounded like a good idea. Jeff walked into the bathroom in his room and stared at the now familiar bottle of ibuprofen.
"Emotionless I slip into the crack
Feel as if I've fell into the blue
Hallucinating there's no turning back
Everyone around me is smoking crack"
"Jeff?" Matt voice interrupted him once again. Matt poked his head around the door. "Jeff? What's wrong?"
"I have another headache.
"Another one? Jeff, maybe something is wrong with you."
'Yeah, something's wrong with me, alright.'
"It's not normal to have that many headaches." Matt walked over to Jeff and put his arms around Jeff, hugging him.
"No, I suppose not," Jeff muttered. He broke away from Matt.
"Hey, is something bothering you?" Matt asked. "You've been…different lately."
'Maybe it's 'cause I hate my life and what's going on in it.' Jeff stared at the floor.
Matt frowned, concerned. "Ya know, Jeff, you can always talk to me when something's wrong. I'm your brother and I love you."
Just then someone knocked on the door and Matt's friends were dragging him away.
"Bye, Jeff!," Matt called over his shoulder. "Don't do anything stupid!"
"Just walk away
Just walk away
Just walk away
Just walk away
If you've even heard a thing I've said"
'Stupid? Stupid would be me staying alive!' Jeff walked over to his bottle of pills. He got a glass of water and walked back out into the main room. Sitting down on the bed, he reached into his bag and pulled out the knife that he had just bought today. Next, he pulled out a piece of paper and a pen and scribbled a quick note.
"Good-bye, anyone who cares. I'm sorry Matt. Love ya, bro. ~Jeff~
He placed it on Matt's bed and picked up his water and pills.
'Is this right? Should I really do this?'
Shaking off his doubts, Jeff quickly swallowed the pills. He lay down and picked up his knife, admiring the sharp blade. He ran the blade over his wrist, gasping at the pain.
'God, I'm killing myself in a hotel. I'm such a loser.'
He slid the blade along his other wrist. He watched the blood flow from his wounds as he slid into oblivion.
~The End~
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Said: Part I
"Emotionless I slip into the black
And there's no turning back now
Everyone around me is smoking crack
This tunnel is blinding
Hallucinating, I'm debating life
But it's still moving forward
If I could change the hands of time
Well, I'd do it better"
Jeff stared at the bottle of ibuprofen. He wondered what they would do if he took all of them. 'Probably nothing. They probably wouldn't even notice that I'm gone.' Tears came to his eyes.
"Hey, bro, whatcha doin'?" Matt's voice interrupted him.
"Hey, Matt. I got a headache, so I'm takin' some ibuprofen." Jeff took two pills out of the container and swallowed them.
"Oh." Matt grinned suddenly. "I bought you a present."
Jeff raised his eyebrows. "Really? And what would that be?"
Matt rolled his eyes. "It's a present. That means that ya gotta come and open it, silly." He dragged Jeff out of the bathroom and pointed to the present, wrapped in shiny silver paper.
Jeff looked at Matt, then walked over to the present. He picked it up and unwrapped it. It was a pair of black leather pants and a red and black tiger print silky shirt. Jeff held the shirt up to himself and raised his eyebrows again.
"I bought you some shoes, too," Matt pointed to a pair of chunky black boots.
"What's the occasion?"
"You're going to a club with me tonight. Whether you like it or not."
"Just walk away
Just walk away
Just walk away"
Jeff watched Matt and Adam's backs moving away from him. 'Well,' he thought, 'they finally got me to a club.' He looked around. The dance floor was covered with people dancing to the pulsating beat of the music. Jeff took a sip of his drink and sighed. 'Would they care if I left?' he wondered to himself. 'Prolly not.' He got up and walked out of the club. Jeff hailed a taxi and went back to the hotel that they were staying in.
'Another night, another hotel.' Jeff sighed. It was one of the disadvantages to his job. He hated all the traveling that they had to do. He fell onto his bed and tried to sleep.
"Fearless I have fell into trap
And there's no way around it
Everyone is crying in the back
My kin is around me
Hesitating, there's no second chance
When you know you're a loser
Keep on trying to keep an open mind"
Jeff stood backstage at a house show, watching everything around him. He didn't have a match tonight, he was just here to support his brother.
His brother.
'Humph,' he thought. 'Some brother he is.'
Jeff realized that all these people that he worked with were about as close to family as he could ever get. 'So then why do they all hate me?' he questioned. 'Aren't families supposed to love each other?'
Someone called out to him and told him that Matt's match was up next. He heard their music playing and he went out to cheer Matt on.
"I'm caught in a circle
Just walk away
Just walk away
Just walk away"
After the show was done, Jeff watched his brother walk away from him with a bunch of his friends to go out and part. He sighed, almost wishing that he was going with then. But no, he was instead going back to the hotel, back to another night of loneliness, another night of emptiness, of nothing.
'Maybe I really should just kill myself. Get it over with. One less person for everyone to worry about. One less person for Vince to pay.'
The more Jeff thought about it, the more it sounded like a good idea. Jeff walked into the bathroom in his room and stared at the now familiar bottle of ibuprofen.
"Emotionless I slip into the crack
Feel as if I've fell into the blue
Hallucinating there's no turning back
Everyone around me is smoking crack"
"Jeff?" Matt voice interrupted him once again. Matt poked his head around the door. "Jeff? What's wrong?"
"I have another headache.
"Another one? Jeff, maybe something is wrong with you."
'Yeah, something's wrong with me, alright.'
"It's not normal to have that many headaches." Matt walked over to Jeff and put his arms around Jeff, hugging him.
"No, I suppose not," Jeff muttered. He broke away from Matt.
"Hey, is something bothering you?" Matt asked. "You've been…different lately."
'Maybe it's 'cause I hate my life and what's going on in it.' Jeff stared at the floor.
Matt frowned, concerned. "Ya know, Jeff, you can always talk to me when something's wrong. I'm your brother and I love you."
Just then someone knocked on the door and Matt's friends were dragging him away.
"Bye, Jeff!," Matt called over his shoulder. "Don't do anything stupid!"
"Just walk away
Just walk away
Just walk away
Just walk away
If you've even heard a thing I've said"
'Stupid? Stupid would be me staying alive!' Jeff walked over to his bottle of pills. He got a glass of water and walked back out into the main room. Sitting down on the bed, he reached into his bag and pulled out the knife that he had just bought today. Next, he pulled out a piece of paper and a pen and scribbled a quick note.
"Good-bye, anyone who cares. I'm sorry Matt. Love ya, bro. ~Jeff~
He placed it on Matt's bed and picked up his water and pills.
'Is this right? Should I really do this?'
Shaking off his doubts, Jeff quickly swallowed the pills. He lay down and picked up his knife, admiring the sharp blade. He ran the blade over his wrist, gasping at the pain.
'God, I'm killing myself in a hotel. I'm such a loser.'
He slid the blade along his other wrist. He watched the blood flow from his wounds as he slid into oblivion.
~The End~
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