SoMa One-Shots

Player Part Two

I sob. Why did I fall in love with him? I plug in my iPhone and press play. I used to be into that enthusiastic pop crap, but ever since THIS started, I realized that life isn't like that. I became obsessed with the emo bands- Paramore, Fall Out Boy. I know the song that comes on, so I sing, tears pouring down my face.
"I thought of angels
Choking on their halos
Get them drunk on rose water
See how dirty I can get them
Pulling out their fragile teeth
And clip their tiny wings
Anything you say can and will be held against you
So only say my name
It will be held against you
Anything you say can and will be held against you
So only say my name

If heaven's grief brings hell's rain
Then I'd trade all my tomorrows
For just one yesterday
For just one yesterday
For just one yesterday"
Tears pour into my mouth, and trickle into my throat. I cough, then swallow my tears. I don't care any more; I can die from drowning in tears, and I won't protest. I had given up my goals, my happiness... even the will to live.
"Letting people down is my thing, baby
Find yourself a new gig,
This town ain't big enough for two of us
I dont have the right name
Or the right looks
But I have twice the heart."
Soul must have chosen them for their slutty personalities and their overproportioned bodies.
I grab an ordinary pocketknife that I promised myself I would never resort to. But people change. I grin and drag the blade across my wrist. I don't even wince at the pain as I press harder, cutting into my skin again and again. A crazy smile splits my face. My life was as good as over. The only person who can save me from my desolation, brimming on insanity, now is Soul, but would he even care if I went insane?