The Rain

Slide Away

It's not easy, thinking I'm safe. Liam and Noel have sworn nothing will happen to me but how do they know? Are they going to watch my every move? Am I never going to be on my own ever again? That would honestly kill me. As much as I love being with them, the idea of spending every waking moment with them makes me wanna die. Honestly I'm not a social being, I need time on my own, I like my own company. Since I can't stay in my own house as I don't want my mum to see the state of my face and worry herself stupid, I'm fucking stuck here. Surely Noel and Liam must mind. It's doing my head in just thinking about it. 

On a bonus however, Noel has gone to work and I have the flat to myself. He wasn't happy about leaving me the day after Mike had beat me up but I managed to convince him to leave. I stretch under the duvet, wincing at my still sore ribs though not quite as bad as yesterday. According to Noel they're not broken, just badly bruised. I grab a cigarette from the bedside table, lighting up and slowly pulling myself up into the sitting position. I run a hand through my hair, glancing at the clock and groaning. It's half 7, Noel only left an hour ago. I wish I could sleep longer, but I'm wide awake, I only slept for a few hours last night. That bastard Mike has ruined my sleep for a while I reckon, the nightmares haven't started yet but they will, its inevitable. I wince at last nights dream, lighting another cigarette.

"Right so where we going then?" I ask Mike and he shifts nervously in his seat. I raise an eyebrow, putting my feet up on the seat in front of me.

"Well, I've only met him once, his prices were pretty good man... He's a bit, um... unstable though," Mike says and eye up the stop button, our stop coming up. 

"Right, unstable in what way?" 

"Its hard to explain, he's just like... He's got this vibe man," Mike says and I nod once, tapping my fingers in a beat on my leg.

"Well fuck it man, Jam's dry as fuck and that other cunt Ryan's a total rip off merchant man, he'd sell his last M&M for a pack price that bastard. So lets deal with the psycho if he's cheap and he's got the shit," I say with a shrug and Mike smiles sickly.

"Right well you can do all the talking," He says and I smirk at him, shaking my head.

"You buy your own gear love, shove it up yer arse that everyone's gonna think I'm on that shite," I say and he scowls, making me laugh.

"You should try it man, honestly it'll be one of the greatest things you ever do," Mike says encouragingly as I lead the way off the bus, pressing the stop button as I pass.

"Yeah fucking right, smack just isn't my bag, I just don't dig it," I say and he rolls his eyes as we stop off the bus. We walk along the street, heading to the blocks of flats round the back of the dentist. There's five in a cluster and we need the middle one. 

"Did you get that Megadeath album then?" Mike asks, tugging at his red and black lumberjack shirt tied around his waist and I roll my eyes.

"No I did not get Smegadeath's album. I did however get The La's, fucking quality album that,"