The Clouds Project 3

WARNING! I DO NOT AT ALL ENCOURAGE ANYTHING THAT MAY OR WILL HAPPEN IN THIS STORY! PLEASE DO NOT TRY ANYTHING LIKE THIS. ALL THIS IS FICTION, NOT REAL! Please enjoy this story because it is just for entertainment purposes only.

Austin's POV

I wake up and eat breakfast. Just my normal routine for my morning day. "Ally?" I call out. Okay, that's a good thing that she didn't answer me or appear out of no where. It must have been a dream. I sigh and lay my head down on the table.

I wish everything was great again. My dad wouldn't have died, Ally, who I just met, hadn't died, and somewhere inside of me I feel like I have died. No one really understands me and it hurts so much that people don't even take the time of day to smile at me or say hi. Most likely people just bump into me and in a way it feels like they do it on purpose. I doubt even Ally knows how I feel...oh right...It was just a dream.

I head outside and go in my car. I start up the engine and pull out of the parking lot. A car comes by and I slam on the brakes as they honk their horn passing by. "Bitch!" I yell at him even if he can't hear me. I sigh and continue driving out of the parking lot. When I'm successfully out of the drive way I continue my way to where I am going. The Mall. Well more specifically to this music store I've passed a few times, Sonic Boom. It's caught my attention a few times but I've never had the time to actually go inside and check some things out but I just thought since I have some time right now to go check it out because it looks cool. I enter the store and start looking at the guitars. I see a man come up to me. "Hello. Can I help you with anything?" He asks me.

"Well, I'm looking for a good instrument to write songs with." I say to him. I look at his name tag and it says 'LESTER'.

He sighs and then frowns. He smiles after looking at me and then walking over to acoustic guitars. "Over here are some very high quality Acoustic Guitars. Very good for writing. My daughter was a songwriter. She always played these kinds of instruments."

"If I may ask, why'd she stop playing?"

"Well, she passed away not too long ago."

"Oh, well I'm sorry. I'm very sorry for your loss."

"Thank you. So, have you chosen a guitar you prefer?"

"Yes, I'll take this one." I point towards the guitar that I would like. He takes it off the stand and hands it to me. "Do you mind?"

"Try it out." I start playing a part of my favorite song. "Wow, you're really good. I could see you going places one day."

I lift my head up, "Thanks."

After purchasing it I go back to my house and set it on top of my piano. I was going to play it as soon as I got home but my mood changed and I didn't really feel like playing it for some reason. I scratch my wrists and look at the scar that still and will be forever be there. I did that a while ago after my father passed away and everyone ignored me and my family stopped calling me and no one would return my calls so I felt like no one cared for me. I'm still currently in a dark area right now so what is, is what it is. There is nothing I can do about it. I just wish that Ally was real because that would help a lot. But she isn't. I decide to take a nap in my bed.

I wake up after sleeping for about four hours. After that everything that I have been noticing around me comes flying at me in flashing colours. My family is ignoring me because they don't want to handle a newly graduate and my problems. They don't care about me because they have their own problems to worry about other than me. I have no one. All I have is my music and sometimes that isn't even there for me. Music is a safety point for me but sometimes it could also be a dangerous point as well. Music speaks to me in a million ways and in a million shapes and forms. When you're writing lyrics it's not just the lyrics that make up what the song is, it's what is in between the lyrics that matter. You have to understand what the singer is feeling and the message that the writer is trying to give to truly understand and enjoy a song. It's one of the most powerful pieces of art ever.

But a lot of the time music isn't even their for me...

I stand up and throw my pillows off the bed and throw all my bedding on the floor. "I've had it!" I yell even if no one can hear me. "No one ever listens to me anyway. Why would they! I'm just a loner with nothing important ahead!" I continue screaming. I throw my lamp on the floor and it shatters on the floor cutting my foot a bit. I don't care anyways. I go into the bathroom and start crying. I look in the mirror and stare at my red face. I think to myself, 'You have no one. What's the point?' I continue crying and take a razor and slowly go towards my wrist. I was about to cut when...

"STOP! DON'T DO IT!" I hear a familiar voice. It scared me so much that I dropped the razor on the floor. I look up and see in the mirror behind me is Ally. I turn around and look at her. I slowly go towards her...

Just to let everyone know that if you really do need help to please talk to someone because everyone can be happy and everyone deserves to be happy. There is ALWAYS going to be someone who cares for you and loves you. And if you are having troubles about anything: friends, family, life in general, to please talk to someone. It goes a long way, trust me.

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