My ship went down
In a sea of sound
When I woke up alone
I had everything
A handful of moments
I wished I could change
And a tongue like a nightmare
That cut like a blade
We start arguing for the tenth time this week. It’s such a stupid argument, too.
“God dammit, Kellin. You can’t do anything, can you? I try so hard to make this work. I go to work seven days a week, I buy all the food, I pay all the rent; why are you so useless around here?” You spat.
“I’m sorry, Vic. You know I’m still trying to find a job. I just got out of school for Christ sake! You act like I’m the worst person in the world, but all I’m trying to do is get up on my feet. Why can’t you understand that?”
“You know what, Kellin, I’m tired of this bullshit. You give me the same sob story over and over again, and I love you, but you need to leave. I can’t deal with you like this anymore. Fuck off.”
In that moment, it felt like a knife sunk straight into my chest. I couldn’t breathe. Everything moved in slow motion as you gathered my suitcase, and threw all my belongings in it.
You told me you were sorry, but I don’t think you were. You said you loved me, but you don’t slam the door in the face of someone you truly love, do you?
I wish I could go back and change everything. I had a surgery a few years ago that altered my ability to perform certain tasks. The reason why I couldn’t find a job, was because they all required some sort of movement that I couldn’t perform, whether it be standing for long periods of time, or bending over constantly.
Vic knew this, but for some reason he still wanted so much from me.
In a city of fools
I was careful and cool
But they tore me apart like a hurricane
I walk down some random street, carrying the two bags that contained my clothes and few personal items.
There were a few suspicious characters, but I made sure to dodge them. I round a corner, and immediately stop in my tracks. Just a few feet ahead of me, a group of men stand with their backs facing me, all smoking something, and laughing at irrelevant things.
I try to walk as slowly and carefully as possible, but as soon as I am about to make it out of the alley, I hit a small metal trashcan, which makes a dull ding. The men all turn around, and as soon as they see my scared expression, they smirk and walk slowly towards me.
“Well, who do we have here?”
I take a quick look at all their faces, trying to make out a clear description in my head in case I actually make it out alive and manage to tell the police.
“I-I’m Thomas.” I lie. Hopefully they won’t notice my slight hesitation as I try to come up with a fake name, but by the looks of it they barely even paid attention.
“Hey, guys, what’s going on?” The voice sounds familiar, but in the moment, I can’t make it out.
“Nothing, Mikey. Just found this kid watching us. He was trying to get away.” Suddenly, everything falls together, and I realize that the men are talking to Mike, Vic’s brother.
