Hear You Scream Again || Chris Cornell

Chapter 2 - Prologue (Part II)

September 1991

Chris

"For the love of God I don't wanna go for the stupid party. Susan's gonna be there" I mumbled.

"The more reason you should go, you know, show her you've moved on. C'mon it'll be fun. The guys will be bummed out if you no show" Kim, my trusty guitarist reasoned. I sighed.

I hadn't been very happy lately. Sure, my music had taken off in more ways that I ever imagined, there was more focus on the Seattle scene than never before and I had a lot of great people around me...

But I've been feeling really lonely lately. And it all became worse after Susan broke up with me.

I feel a stab in my chest every time I see her but I can't help or control it. I literally see her everywhere.

Kinda hard when she's your manager.

"This is a bad idea Kim. Can't I just stay home and write a song or something?"

"No." Kim stressed. "You're gonna come with me and we're gonna have fun at the party."

"I hate you, seriously" I groaned.

"Oh cheer up. You might meet someone new there, who knows?"

"I doubt it." I said as I continued to strum on my guitar. "But let's do it. Chances are I'll be inspired by the pain to write a song"

"Well, any inspiration is good inspiration right?" Kim teased as I shot him a glare. "Or not"

I rolled my eyes as Kim let out a hearty laugh. But I guess he did have a point. Any inspiration is good inspiration after all.

Maybe it is worth a shot going after all.

That was the statement I kept repeating in my head over and over throughout the day until we got to the party.

"Now Chris, make sure to have fun. And make sure you don't go back without finding a cute girl to spend the night with, okay?" Kim advised.

"I'll try my best as long as you manage to keep Susan as far away from me as possible" I asked. Kim and I shook on that and a deal was made.

To my credit, throughout that night I tried my best. I really did. I tried talking to about seven girls. Beautiful girls. But none really interest me.

And it wasn't any of their faults, I just couldn't get Susan out of my head.

"Okay, this isn't working out, is it?" Samantha, the seventh girl I tried talking to asked.

"No Susan it's not like that I just... I'm just not myself tonight" I said honestly.

"I can tell. And by the way, my name is Samantha. Enjoy the rest of your night pretty boy" She said, patting my back twice before making her way as far away from me as possible.

God. I was too sober for this.

Maybe if I could get a little drunk I'd be much better at... well whatever the hell I was doing.

With that decision made, I decided to head over to the bar section to get something light to at least get me a bit tipsy and maybe make me forget all about Susan.

I took a seat, absentmindedly and ordered a drink. Holding it in my hand, I turned around hoping to relax a bit and tragedy struck; I spilled my drink all over some random girl.

Great, now I had to deal with yelling. Or at least I thought I would have.

But to my utter surprise, the girl burst out into fits of giggles. Cute giggles.