HSMTMTS: The Core Four 2

Ricky

Ricky's POV

I've been staying in my house for weeks, I just don't have the energy to come out and face the world right now, too much has happened. Both of my parents are in jail and it's because of me, I really did tear my family apart.

I've had so many destructive outbursts causes of my powers, my room is trashed, my arm is full of cuts, and of course, the voices are banging on me again, at least we were on the same side when it came to fighting mom and Todd.

Every day, Nini, Gina, and the others try to call me, but I just ignore them, I don't deserve them, I don't deserve anything, heck! I never even went to visit EJ in the hospital! What kinda friend is that?

Well, when Nini's upset, she writes songs, so I wrote one too, to get try and get rid of all of my feelings, but I didn't work, I still have it, it's on the couch, but I don't look at it.

I look at myself in the mirror of my bedroom, my hair is messy and my eyes were bloodshot red. This is all my fault, my parents, Todd, the city in danger, I could try and blame Todd, I could try and blame mom, but at the end of the day, it all comes back to me. I'm alone, I have no one.

EJ said I wasn't alone, it's crazy just how fast things change.

suddenly, I heard a knock at the door. I walk downstairs and make my way there, but I don't open the door, I just keep my hand on the knob. Nini and Big Red always try to come by, but I never open the door, it's probably just them, but then I hear a voice.

"Bubba?"

Without thinking, I quickly open the door and see him.

EJ, with a weak smile, held the bear in his hands. "You're alive" I whisper.

"What? No hug?"

I quickly rush forward and throw my arms around him, crying into his shoulder. He walks forward and closes the door, leading me to the couch and kissing my forehead. "I'm okay" he whispers.

I pull back and lean on him. "I'm sorry, I didn't visit you," I say.

"It's okay, I get it" he plays with my curls. I notice him looking at the paper next to me, before I can reach it, he grabs it with his superspeed. "Cheater" I grumble.

"You wrote this?" He asks.

"Kinda."

"Can you play it? Your guitar's over there" EJ points to my guitar which was near the stairs. After a moment of hesitation. I walk over to the stairs and grab it. He hands me the papers and I start to play. I don't even care if he likes it or not, no one was supposed to hear this.

The voices said to never waste a crisis
And here I am, guitar in my hand, in the middle of one, hmm
And, honestly, I didn't wanna write this
Don't know if I can, still holdin' back, still wanna run

And if you get to tell your truth, then so do I
And it's cool if you want me to play the bad guy
But don't you dare act like I didn't love you
Don't go thinkin' that I didn't hurt too
Don't you ever wonder if I'm okay after all you put me through?

Half the shit you're sayin' is only half true
You're messin' with my life as a parent move
I can't help but wonder why you won't make it end
Guess you would never dare
You would never dare to waste a crisis

My daddy called 'cause he heard you gave death threats
Oh, what the hell am I supposed to do with that?
Oh, I wish that I could open my eyes and the nightmare be over
But you sensationalize, keep fannin' the fire for the headlines

But don't you dare act like I didn't love you
Don't go thinkin' that I didn't hurt too
Don't you ever wonder if I'm okay after all you put me through?