Open Your Eyes

Fuck them.

Why wouldn't they fucking listen to me? I knew what chords sounded better with each other.

And they were arguing with me about it.

I'd had enough.

"Y'know what? Fuck it. I'm going home. You're both pissing me off." I told Mike and Tré as we stood in practice.

"Oh c'mon Beej." Mike said.

"No." I said, and I slammed out of our music room and got into my car.

'You should never drive angry.' My mothers words were in my head. Well, I was going to be angry for a while and I certainly wasn't staying here with these faggots. I reversed as they came out of the practice room, probably to talk to me. But I didn't want to talk to them. So I drove off down the road, looking at their reflections in my mirror.

Little did I know, that would be the last time I'd see them.

*A/N Okay. So a few of you guys might see this story and think straight away you won't like it. But I promise, there'll be plot twists and surprises all along the way. That is, if you guys want me to carry this on. Please leave a comment and let me know. Love you guys:)

Sopheh XX*