Alright! For starters CONGRATS TO NIGHTMARELOVER13! If you didn't know what the last song was it was hero by Sterling Knight. Thanks to a review I've gotten the idea to do a second companionship for a second winner. So Nightmare won't be the only one. This one shot is inspired by a head-con, or a fan idea. Enjoy! :D
I leaned against the cold brick wall as I tried to catch my breath. The cuts and bruises on my arms and legs aced as I walked home. You might be wondering what happened to me huh? Well, let me start from the beginning. My name is Lenny Nepp,I'm in a band with three girls and I'm bullied cause of it. People that see what happens and knows why ask me why don't I just quit the band? It's hard to just leave you best friends and crush just because a couple of guys don't think I should. Why don't I fight back? It'll just make things worst for me. I never told the band so they wouldn't get involved. No one knows set for the by standers,me, and the bullies. My parents are always away on business trips so they never knew that their only son is getting beaten to a black and blue mess almost everyday. I've written a song about what I've been through but I never sang it. Before I knew it I was right in front of my house. I walked up the green steps and opened the red door after unlocking it. I walked to the bathroom and got out the first aid kit for the cuts and cleaning up the small amount of blood. I cleaned out the cuts and wrapped the major ones in gaze. I made sure that the bruises I had where small and unnoticeable before exiting the white and red room. I walked up stairs and walked into my room and changed to a red tank top and black shorts so I could get the red spots off the green shirt. I laid down cautiously to make sure I didn't trigger any pain in the bruises. I grabbed my IPod and put in my ear buds before listening to the loud music to lose my self and pretend that everything that happened today was just a dream.
I was carrying Lens bass as I walked to his house. I can't believe he forgot it at practice. He never leaves his bass behind. Something must be up. I walked up his front door steps grabbed out the copy key his parents gave me and walked in. I closed the door behind me as I noticed the door to his bathroom was open and a first aid kit was flung open, no wrappers around it either. This kinda worried me if he got hurt or anything. He is my best friend, of course I'll be worried. I walked up stairs silently to see that the laundry room doors were open. I walked over quickly to see that his green Newmans shirt had red marks on it. This scared me more. First aid kit + Red stains = blood. I mentally reminded myself that and I was now scared more then dear life for Lens. 'Please don't be hurt, please don't be hurt, please don't be hurt.' I repeated that in my head again and again hoping that the he wasn't as hurt as I thought. Right then I heard a playing of a guitar and a smooth but pained voice.
My IPod didn't help at all. I got up and grabbed my guitar off it's stand. I always played different instruments but I liked playing bass more but, guitar fitted the song I was going to sing more. I then again carefully laid down on my bed and started to strum the red and black guitar. I closed my eyes before I started to sing.
Watch your step around these words cause,
They're gonna get you,
They're gonna get you in the end,
I swear it's not a disease it's just a game of pretend,
A game of pretend,
Why is it me they're after,
Couldn't they pick another one,
Some day I'll spit their laughter,
And bit their tongue.
Horrible Kids,
Would you looked what you did,
It was your ignorance,
That formed a beast with your wit.
Horrible Kids, Horrible Kids, Horrible Kids,
Look what you did!
What makes this target grow,
Is it when his feelings show?
Hold a gun to his head and you'll know,
You've pushed him down as low as he can go,
Go! Get away from me,
Leave me be,
I beg you please,
I'm on the floor on bended knee.
Maybe then I'll keep my sanity.
And I can't stand this pain they cause me,
This puzzle will solve itself,
And maybe I just can't seem to put this together yet.
Horrible Kids,
Would you looked what you did,
It was your ignorance,
That formed a beast with your wit.
Horrible Kids, Horrible Kids, Horrible Kids,
Look what you did! Horrible Kids, Horrible Kids, Horrible Kids,
Look what you did!
Picture this he was just a kid,
Not knowing where to begin,
He wore all the wrong clothes followed all the wrong trends,
Persecuted for the things he did.
Picture this he was all alone,
Without a friend to call his own so he sat on his bed,
With the thought in his head,
With wishes that they all were dead.
But then he saw the light,
Gained the will to fight,
Saw that victory was in sight,
But soon they all will see.
Horrible Kids,
Would you looked what you did,
It was your ignorance,
That formed a beast with your wit. Horrible Kids,
Would you looked what you did,
It was your ignorance,
That formed a beast with your wit.
Horrible Kids, Horrible Kids, Horrible Kids,
Look what we did! Horrible Kids, Horrible Kids, Horrible Kids,
Look what we did!
I stood their shocked as Lens sang. His voice had so much pain and feeling, what got me to freeze was the fact that he had dark blue bruises on his legs and arms, the blood soaked gaze, and the small cuts that went up his arms and legs. I wanted to scream but I didn't want to scare him in this state. I just noticed then that he had a red fist mark on his cheek. I could easily tell I was about to cry. I covered my mouth with my sleeve and I put the handle of Len's bass case in a death grip. I felt angry,sad,useless, and confused at the same time. Angry at who ever did this to him,sad about seeing him like this, useless because I couldn't do anything, and confused because he never told me. After he was finished he got up slowly and turned to my direction. He almost dropped his guitar at that moment.
Care?! How she- Oh yeah the key. But why is she here? "Care? Why are you here and what's wrong?" She looked like she was about to cry at any second. "I, I'm here because you left your bass at practice. W-What's wrong is, is that." She pointed at me. I looked down to see that what I thought was unnoticeable, can be seen from a mile away. The cuts got worst so the gaze was now soaked, the bruises were darker and more blue, and from what I could see in the mirror of Carrie's blue eyes was a mark on my cheek in the form of a fist. "What happened Lens? Who did this to you? Why didn't you tell me about this?" She asked me about a million questions at once. "Care, I, well. For starters, I has was clearly beaten, why I didn't tell you,I didn't want you to get involved and who did it is a couple kids from school. Why, they don't think it's right for a guy to be in a band with girls." She walked over to me and set my bass softly on the floor before she sat down on my bed signaling me to sit with her. I quickly and carefully sat down as she put her hand gently on the mark on my cheek. To my surprise it didn't hurt when she did. "Why didn't you quit the band then? We would have understood. Your safety is more important then having you in the band. It's better to have you safe and that you'll be okay then having no bassist and you Lens." Her eyes were sad and filled with pain. "I'm sorry Care but, I didn't want to let you and the band down." I looked down and to my surprise she hugged me. Oddly instead of feeling pain in the bruises and cuts, I felt fine. "You've never let me down Lens, and you never will." She looked up at me with a smiled before hugging me again. Seems like I was wrong about everything. "Just tell me next time and I'll show those punks not to mess with you." I smiled lightly. At least I wasn't wrong about Carrie being her self. "Don't worry Care. They'll never do this again. And if they do I'll tell you this time." I hugged her back before I felt her kiss me on my good cheek. "Good."