-The Chain- Doc Holliday

3.Blood

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The sun was shining through the window when Caroline slowly started to wake. She slowly sat up and saw her old guitar sitting in the corner where she had set it the night before. The guitar has started to show its many years of use and love. It had been a gift from John's father not long after they had gotten together.

As soon as he saw it in a store he knew it was meant to be Caroline's. Knowing how much she loved her old guitar but they both knew it was time for a new one since it was the one she had since she was 13.

Her old guitar had been similar it was white and had a maple wood fretboard, but on the pickguard of the new guitar, had a small white dove was sitting on a branch with red flowers. Something about it just told the man that it was perfect for the girl he adored.

Before she left her lover she debated leaving it with him, but she couldn't seem to part with the instrument. For Caroline, it still held his memory whenever she would play, but it no longer stopped her from playing.

Caroline moved off her bed, grabbed the guitar and started playing through a song she's been working on for a long while now. She softly sang the lyrics as she remembered which notes to play with them.

You don't hold back and you don't play nice
You throw me off track, you don't think twice
I try and I try to measure up
Oh but I'm too much or not enough
Blood, you're the jury and judge
The tie that binds, pushes, and shoves
Forgives and forgets, bonds and cements
A counterfeit love
Blood, merciless flood
Draggin' my name through the mud
God awful things swept under the rug
For blood
You go too far and you get too close
You hide your scars when you put on your show
There's nowhere to run, you run through my veins
I hold my tongue, swallow my pride
And stay
Blood, you're the jury and judge
The tie that binds, pushes, and shoves
Forgives and forgets, bonds and cements
A counterfeit love
Blood, merciless flood
Draggin' my name through the mud
God awful things swept under the rug
For blood

As her strumming came to a stop, Caroline thought of the day she wrote and came up with the lyrics. It had been no more than a week after leaving her family and had begun building up bitterness towards Wyatt.

Wyatt had never been the nicest to his younger sister, especially after Caroline had grown close to one of his best friends. He had felt as if his sister always had to shine around and wake snakes when there was no use in all the trouble. When Wyatt found out that his friend had fancied Caroline he tried to tell the man that she was just a promiscuous girl that he should leave behind. Which never worked, since the man would always bring up the fact that he's not too new himself and that Wyatt would just have to accept the relationship eventually.

After Caroline finished playing she grabbed her watch out of her jacket that hung up on one of the bedposts to see that it was close to 8 am. She moved off the bed and changed out of her nightgown and into her old worn-out clothes.

She looked down at the old clothes happily thinking 'Can finally get some nice clothes and not worry about ruining them.' It may not be a big deal to everyone but Caroline finally felt like she was doing something good for her and her son.

As she walked down the short hallway, she could hear a small knock coming from the front door. Opening it to find two girls that couldn't be much older than the age of 20. One held a basket full of different small cans of food and a small plate of what appeared to be pie.