Song-shots (Welcome to the statehouse)

🕷My brother wants me dead

TW: drug abuse, smoking and drinking is lightly mentioned. Tell me if I missed one!

Meeting over with now he could smoke in peace, get high and drink, the only other person he lived with was his brother, South Carolina.

Everybody thinks they know things
But nobody can say they know me

Sure he was the younger sibling but not like it matters and not like South Carolina gave a shit about his brother.

These drugs are fucking with my head
I think my mailman is a fed

Skip 30 minutes here he was in his room having a breakdown.

I know my brother wants me dead
'Cause he hates the smell of cigarettes

he was yelling and screaming and when South Carolina came over he couldn't get near him.

These drugs are fucking with my head
I think my mailman is a fed

He repeated his words and if someone got close to him he would fight them, mainly failing and if he hit he hit.

I know my brother wants me dead
'Cause he hates the smell of cigarettes

He guessed South Carolina called for help over the phone because soon enough someone he couldn't recognize was trying to help.

I can't trust you, I know you bleed blue
I shouldn't tell you but nobody likes you

He yelled trying to get them away, and flailing getting a few good hits in.

Everybody thinks they know things
But nobody can say they know me

This is a side nobody had seen, and they didn't know what they could do, so they called Virginia, he had delt with West Virginia when he did the same thing.

These drugs are fucking with my head
I think my mailman is a fed

Virginia got over quickly and rushed everyone out of the room, which was only South Carolina and Georgia.

I know my brother wants me dead
'Cause he hates the smell of cigarettes

Every time South Carolina heard that, he wanted to cry, he didn't want him to die, he cared about his brother, a lot.

These drugs are fucking with my head
I think my mailman is a fed

There was more screaming and yelling, but it was less and less, and a calmer voice could be heard.

I know my brother wants me dead
'Cause he hates the smell of cigarettes

South Carolina was pacing at this point before Georgia grabbed his shoulders and shook him, saying North Carolina would be okay.

He hates the smell of cigarettes

The yelling stopped and when they opened the door, they saw Virginia hugging North Carolina, who was crying.

I'm pretty sure he wants me dead

Virginia was bleeding a bit from the arm but he clearly wasn't worried about that, and North got up and hugged his brother in a death grip.

I'm pretty sure he wants me dead

~~~|A/N|~~~

Howdy! This chapter covered drug usage and what can happen, and yes I do know someone who went through this, I felt it was an important topic to address, I am not making fun of drug abuse in anyway, nor am I making fun of anything so serious in my writing it is just for entertainment purposes!

Drink some water and have a good day!