"Just be honest, I know you've had your eyes on him for like, ever. I mean what the hell is wrong with you, going after someone elses guy, that's low, even for a slut like you. I bet the bands sick of you too Penn, nobody wants you here, you should just go and slit your wrists or something." Laney took a step back from her, putting her bass down, her world slowly collapsing around her, suffocating her as she tried to claw her way out, but it wasn't any use. She watched the scene unravel before her, watching the other band members stare in shock as Corey stepped forward talking with his girlfriend; she didn't hear him as his mouth moved.

"She's right." Laney whispered during the chaos picking her studded bag up from the ground. "Sorry." She grabbed her bag and ran out of the garage, not looking back as Corey screamed after her. She was right, and she had been a fool to think Corey actually wanted her there, the band was better off without her.

She didn't know how she made it home, but it wasn't long until she stumbled out of her car and into the quiet house she loved so much.

This is the last time.

She tripped over her feet as she walked up the stairs, shedding her jacket and throwing it to the bottom.

She was done.

Her fists beat against her temples as she her thoughts raced in her head.

She's right, I should do it. It's too much, I can't do it.

Her legs gave out as she closed her bedroom door, she leaned against the wood, digging in her bag for the knife she trusted so well, it wasn't there. She cursed throwing her head back against the door, she left it with Corey.

Laney's head throbbed as she opened the small wooden box resting on her dresser removing the blade she kept in secret. Tears blocked her vision as she played with the metal, watching as it gleaned in the light.

Done.

She lowered it to her wrist and cut, never holding back once, watching as the blood sped past her hand in seconds, and fell to the floor. She didn't stop, she kept cutting, watching the streams of crimson combine with one another. Her head became light and she lowered herself to the ground leaning on the wall.

"I did it."

.oO0Oo.

"Lanes, we're gunna do it, we're gunna start a band!" The blue haired boy screamed in her direction.

"And how are we going to do that Corey?" She asked skeptically. He'd been begging her to start one for a year now, along with some of their other friends.

"Kin and Kon agreed, come on Lanes, you gotta say yes!" He practically begged, the smile on his face making her heart pound, how could she say no?

"Fine."

"Great! Now come on dude, we're gonna have our first band meeting!"

"What are we missing?" Kon asked, the band had been together for longer than she cared to admit, but something was missing, they all knew that, but nobody had any idea what it was... Well almost nobody.
"Core, we need lyrics." She groaned, they hadn't noticed how they had been lacking?

"We have lyrics."

"No Corey, we have shit lyrics, we need to be able to relate to people, not complain about some old dead dog that you saw on the sidewalk." She watched him think this over, gears slowly spinning in his head.

"I have an idea!"
***

"W-Wow Lanes... You look... Wow..."

She blushed, "you like it? This was semi-formal, so I thought I'd try to dress it up a bit." The dress cut off along her mid thigh, the red strapless dress fitting her form perfectly, and matching with her hair. She saw it in his eyes, he would never call her a guy again.

"I'll always be here for you Lanes."

.oO0Oo.

"Help."

Is it written amazingly? No. Why? This was really hard for me to write, like it would be for a lot of others too, so I hope you'll take pity on me. This story is really turning into my favorite because I can relate to it so well, and that's not good, but it helps me to be able to write.

So I'll have the next chpt up by tomorrow night I hope.

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