Previously
I started to cry, and I didn't know why… (A/N: It rhymed!) I took the scissors that I had on my desk, and rolled up my shirt sleeve. This time no one came to the door, and this time it really happened. I was pushed over the edge. I watched the blood fall to the ground, as each stroke I made the cut deeper, but not daring to go to deep. I was still crying, and I watched my blood mix with my tears. And I didn't know that he was sitting against my door, feeling my pain, and crying with me…
Just in case you forgot again…
Begin Chapter 5
I walked into the bathroom, and washed the cut, I put some Neosporin on it so it would heal faster. I bandaged it and went back to my room. I had thought he had left by then, so I grabbed my guitar and went to walk to the studio, but when I opened my door, he fell backwards and was lying on his back.
"What are you still doing here?" I asked.
"Jude, I heard that song, and I couldn't help but wait for you." As I took a closer look at him, I saw he had tear-tracks down his face, his eyes were red and puffy, and he looked like a wreck.
"Tommy, why didn't you leave?"
"I couldn't. I had to make sure you were ok." He said, oh how sweet, I rolled my eyes.
"Come on Tommy, I'm a big girl now. I can take care of myself."
"I know that, but it made me feel better."
"Ok…"
"Jude…"
"Yea?"
"What made you sing that song you did?"
"Oh, it was no reason…" I trailed off and tried not to meet Tommy's eyes. But he had grabbed my chin and locked eyes with mine.
"Jude, what's wrong?" That's when he noticed that part of my arm was a bit higher that the other part. He had grabbed my bad arm. "Jude, is something wrong?" He went to pull the sleeve of my shirt up, but I yanked my arm. Now he knows something is wrong.
"Come on Quincy, I have a song to record." Then I started to walk away, when he grabbed my wrist and pulled up my sleeve. I cringed waiting for him to start yelling. But after a little while I opened my eyes and saw concerned blue ones looking back at me.
"Jude…" I yanked my arm back and ran. "JUDE!" I heard him yell from behind me, but I ran out the front door, and down the street. There was no one I could talk to about this. I didn't want it leaking out anywhere, so I hid it to myself. I had brought my guitar when I ran, because it was hooked across my back. I had run at least downtown, so I walked down an alley, and out the other side. It seemed less crowded that the other so, I sat against a wall, and began to play a new song I had just created. People dropped by, and left money in my guitar case. I had a feeling Tommy wouldn't find me here. But right when I thought that, a familiar blue viper pulled up, and I grabbed my guitar case and packed my guitar into it, and slung it across my back, and I ran. I didn't get very far, because Tommy had grabbed me from behind. He held me, and I was still trying to get away. He was trying to calm me down. It didn't work very well. I was still angry and I was slowly getting tired. Eventually I did calm down and Tommy let me go. I was too tired to run, so I just stood there. I could see Tommy's lips moving but I couldn't make out the words. Then I began to get my energy back, and the words started making sense, but Tom was an idiot. 'Oh, Jude I love you. Why would you do that to yourself? Is anything wrong?' Mother freaking idiot… I just jumped in the passenger side of the car, and waited for him to get in.
"Hey Quincy, time doesn't stop for anyone." I said, then he got in the car, and he drove me home. "Studio." He looked confused then realized why. He drove us to the studio, and then I got behind the mic, and started to sing when I got the thumbs-up sign.
Steal my heart away,
You always say that you can't stay,
Throw my heart away,
Running each and everyday…
Stop doing this to me,
Stop trying to make me,
Be someone I don't wanna be,
Stop trying to make me,
Stay in this cage,
Stop making me lose my temper,
I get terrible rage.
Never again,
Will I get this close,
Never again,
Will you be the cause of my sorrows,
Daring me to run away,
Daring me to come close again,
Daring me to go far away,
Just tell me when,
Stop doing this to me,
Stop trying to make me,
Be someone I don't wanna be,
Stop trying to make me,
Stay in this cage,
Stop making me lose my temper,
I get terrible rage.
Stay away from me,
Death to all those that come,
I feel you here,
Like you're a phantom.
You're like a hangnail,
Painful and and annoying,
Growing into something bigger,
Making yourself into a bigger story.
Stop doing this to me,
Stop trying to make me,
Be someone I don't wanna be,
Stop trying to make me,
Stay in this cage,
Stop making me lose my temper,
I get terrible rage.
Get me out of this cage,
You know I'm afraid,
I need to get out,
Or I'll explode like a grenade
Stop doing this to me,
Stop trying to make me,
Be someone I don't wanna be,
Stop trying to make me,
Stay in this cage,
Stop making me lose my temper,
I get terrible rage…
I couldn't look up to meet his eyes… I could feel him looking at me though…I keep my head down, as a single tear ran down my cheek. I ran out of the room. I stopped at a closet and locked myself in. I heard footsteps go running by the door. And I knew it was him. Then a pair of footsteps that had a different sound to them, carefully unlocked the door and the light shone through and I saw…
A/N:
Should I stop? You know what I'll make the chapter a little longer, and update a little later, k?
It was him still though. He followed me like a bad dream.
"Grrr…" I growled then tried to push past him, still not looking him in the eye. He stood fast, and didn't let me through. I tried to head butt him in the stomach, I just got a headache from it. I looked up once to see his worried blue eyes staring back down at me. I flinched and recoiled back.
"Jude, what's wrong?" He asked me.
"Leave me alone, Quincy."
"If you can give me one good reason, I'll leave you alone." I was at a loss there.
"Ummmm… Can I get back to you on that?" He smirks.
"Nope, I need an answer right now." Damn…
"Beacause you have a secret. A secret that you shouldn't know. A secret no one should ever find out. Right, Qunicy."
"Maybe, on one condition." I sighed.
"What?"
"That you stop doing this."
"Ok."
He seems surprised. "Ok? How do I know you are really going to stop?"
"Can't you trust me Tommy?" I say, getting in his face, and kissing him. Well, if he didn't trust me before, he sure will trust me now.
"Yes… As long as everyday I get a kiss like that from you."
"Deal." I lied. Of course I was still going to do it. Duh! It's an addiction, the pain is. But he doesn't know that, and he won't either…
Until something bad happens…
End Chapter 5