Miss Him, Miss Him

Awake

Paul awoke, finally, inside of an incredibly dark room. Not much resided inside of it. There were no cracks at the bottom of any doors, it was simply nothing. He did know what this was, though. It was a very uncommonly used closet in the studio. Why would Billy bring him here? Paul tried to stand up, but tripped instantly. It hurt too much to move. He groaned as he propped himself up against the far wall in a sitting position. He could hear talking—the voices of his band-mates. They seemed very convinced that they were talking to Paul himself. No one seemed to show any suspicion. Paul sighed in immense frustration.
One question of his was the time—was it still morning? He wouldn't know unless he managed to get out, which seemed impossible. His mind was full of pure panic.
Sighing once again, he crawled his way to the front of the room, feeling around for doorknobs. There were none.
He started banging on the door, yet no one answered. What he noticed was that, whenever he made a sound, Billy's voice or instrument he was playing would get louder. Whatever Paul did was absolutely pointless.
Another thing that Paul realized was that he hadn't eaten or drank anything all day. He was absolutely starving, but would have to force himself to wait. He desperately wanted to be out of this whole situation. All things he did were pointless by now. An album was being written and he wasn't even a part of it. Paul banged on the door even harder, scratching on it at certain points. Still, no one answered. No one seemed to know or care.
Until he continued to commence his actions after a small break to catch his breath. A voice pointed out the sounds Paul made.
It was John. Paul finally had an ounce of hope in himself.
Yet again, Billy distracted him, which angered Paul even more. Paul could hear the pure concern in John's voice. He sat back on the floor, not knowing what else to do.
After only a few minutes, the whole writing session ended. This only made Paul more angry. How could someone possibly replace him? He threw himself onto the ground and onto his back out of pure frustration, his hands behind his head.