As soon as Troy had a foot in the door, his father already began questioning. "We missed you at practice today, and then, when I went to your last class to ask you where you had been the teacher said that you didn't come to class at all, so then, I went to the nurse to see if you had gone home with a fever, no such luck though. Where have you been for the past two hours Troy?" I dropped my books on the table and pulled down my sleeves, making sure nothing was visible. I kinda just stood there for a while. "Do you plan on answering me?" he rose his voice a little, but not to a yelling point yet. I pulled on my sleeves again. I was really hungry, I hadn't eaten much today. "Well?" he raised a brow, I could see the frustration building, I pulled on my sleeves. "What is your problem Troy?!" he said grabbing me by the wrist, a sharp pain went through my body, I screeched. "What did you do…?" he said, seemingly curious but still angry at the same time. "Troy, if I lift this sleeve, I better not see yourself hurting yourself, you hear?" he practically tore the sleeves off of my arms, his grip tightened on my bicep as he looked at the black ink through the paper. He said nothing and left the room.
Troy didn't see his dad, or anyone in the house for that matter for another two hours, he stayed in his room, working on his songs, he decided to start a new one, then work on the other one later. He had completed it already.
"Buried Under piles of your silence,
you still won't tell me
what's wrong.
You never make eye contact
Anymore
I've cried out my eyes
too many times
before.
Don't waste my time if you're
Just going to leave me
You obviously don't care
Anymore
There's someone out there
Waiting to find me and
You're just holding me back
But I can't let go anyway
So you can continue playing
Your games
While I try to sort out
My heart.
You, Don't, Care.
And I know.
But I need to hear
It from you.
You, Don't, Care.
And I know.
But I need to hear
It from you.
I finally get the courage
To tell you how I feel
But you try to tell me
You're too, too busy
So I scream
And I shout until you
Understand that you're
Killing me from the inside,
By playing with my heart.
You, Don't, Care.
And I know.
But I need to hear
It from you.
You, Don't, Care.
And I know.
But I need to hear
It from you.
People say,
That people change
But they're wrong."
Troy felt satisfied with his writing and closed the notebook, he looked up to see his father standing in the doorway. "I take it that, that isn't your homework" he said darkly. "Can I help you?" I said, sarcasm in my voice. "Family meeting, five minutes." He closed the door loudly and left me in my silence
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