Phil POV-
I was helping Brandon and Kimmi set up things for practice when Lil came home. "Are you guys going to practice again?" she asked in a whinny tone. I saw she had Emma with her.
"Yeah so," I said plugging in my amp. "Do you guys want to stick around if you want?"
Lil looked at Emma, who rolled her eyes. "Um no. Why would we anyways? The music you play is creepy."
Kimmi smiled. "I know," she said. Lil frowned at her. "If you guys don't want to listen then get the Hell out of here. There's the door, now leave!" She pointed to the door. Emma said something under her breath, but it failed to make Kimmi mad, it only made her laugh. Lil and Emma left the garage and headed to Lil's room. I slung my blue and black guitar around me.
We started off. I prepared myself to sing. I leaned into the mic.
"I'll be coming home just to be alone
'Cause I know you aren't there and I know that you don't care
I can hardly wait to leave this place!"
This is one of my favorite songs. I can relate to it. I really want to get away from this 'home'.
"No matter how hard I try
You're never satisfied
This is not a home I think I'm better off alone
You always disappear, even when you're here
This is not my home I think I'm better off alone."
I really do think I'm better off alone. You people make me feel this way. Why do you have to treat me like I'm some freak, but then again maybe I am. How come you are always there for Lil but never for me?
"Home!
Home!
This house is not a home
Home!
Home!
This house is not my home!
By the time you come home, I am already stoned
You turn off the TV and you SCREAM at me
I can hardly wait till you get off my case!
No matter how hard I try
You're never satisfied
This is not a home I think I'm better off alone
You always disappear, even when you're here
This is not my home I think I'm better off alone
Home!
Home!
This house is not a home
Home!
Home!
This house is not my home!"
This house doesn't seem like my home. I feel more like an unwanted guest. You don't know what goes on at school. You don't know how many people mock me for who I am. And whenever I find a little peace, here you come at start yelling at me! Go solve your own fucking problems 'cause I can handle my own.
The guitar started to play more frantically. Brandon played the drum harder. The tension was rising.
"I'm better off alone!
No matter how hard I try
You're never satisfied
This is not a home, I think I'm better off alone!
You always disappear even when you're here
This is not my home I think I'm better off alone
Home!
Home!
This house is not a
Home!
Home!
This house is not my home."
We let the music fade away as we finished the song. The garage door opened. It was Howie, back from the store. He started yelling at us as we put our things away. Saying stuff like "What were you thinking?" and "I could have ran you over." But we just shrugged it off.
"Well I better get going always," Brandon said. "See ya tomorrow Phil."
"Yeah I should be going to," Kimmi said, "Bye Phil. Oh and nice to see you Mr. Phil." Howie was just about to tell her to show respect to her adults but she ran off.
"Dad?" Lil said from the doorway. "Can Emma stay for dinner?"
"Sorry honey. She can't stay much longer. Your mother and I was planning a family meal," he said.
I scowled. "Then I'm leaving." I was about to go but I was stopped by Howard.
"No you will stay here and be polite to our guest. Now go to your room! Wait till y our mother hears about what you have caused."
I stalked back to my room. "I didn't do anything," I muttered as I sat on my bed. My room as changed. My walls were now black, but my carpet stayed gray. My models had been replaced with posters of my favorite bands. But I still kept pictures of Lil and me from back in the good old days.
I sighed as I looked at them. I seemed so happy then. I felt tired and decided to take a nap until dinner. Hoorah for dinner in Hell!
End of chapter two. Next will be Lil's POV. See ya!
Sincerely CT