Comfortably Numb ↠ An Original Story

11- Nevermore

“I-I just want you to forgive me…” He looked down sadly. “You were right, Kacie admitted to everything thinking I would take her back if she saw you supposedly slept with a bunch of guys.”

I glared at him. “You expect me to forgive you, Peyton? You had to get evidence that those photos were fake Peyton. You didn’t even believe me at first and you expect me to forgive you after you just had to get proof I didn’t do it. You think I’ll forgive you that easily?” I spat.

He sighed and sat next to me on the bench, picking up the guitar. “Maybe this will make you feel better.” He started strumming the chords to Therapy by All Time Low. After the introduction he started to sing in the amazing voice of his.

“My ship went down

In a sea of sound.

When I woke up alone I had everything:

A handful of moments I wished I could change

And a tongue like a nightmare that cut like a blade.

“In a city of fools,

I was careful and cool,

But they tore me apart like a hurricane...

A handful of moments I wished I could change

But I was carried away.

“Give me therapy.

I'm a walking travesty

But I'm smiling at everything.

Therapy...

You were never a friend to me

And you can keep all your misery.

“My lungs gave out

As I faced the crowd.

I think that keeping this up could be dangerous.

I'm flesh and bone,

I'm a rolling stone

And the experts say I'm delirious.

“Give me therapy.

I'm a walking travesty

But I'm smiling at everything.

Therapy...

You were never a friend to me

And you can take back your misery.

“Arrogant boy,

Love yourself so no one has to.

They're better off without you.

They're better off without you.

“Arrogant boy,

Cause a scene like you're supposed to.

They'll fall asleep without you.

You're lucky if your memory remains.

“Give me therapy.

I'm a walking travesty

But I'm smiling at everything.

Therapy...

You were never a friend to me

And you can take back your misery.

Therapy...

I'm a walking travesty

But I'm smiling at everything.

Therapy...

You were never a friend to me

And you can choke on your misery.”

            I found myself subconsciously singing along, harmonizing to his low voice with my high one. I stared at him once he finished, still playing the chords even though the song ended. His glance changed from his fingers strumming to my light blue eyes. He stared into the depths of them and I stared into his. We both leaned forward and our lips touched, he started kissing me and my lips kissed him in sync. I shut my eyes and wrapped my arms around his neck. He wrapped his around my waist and he put the guitar on the ground, letting me inch closer to him.

            He pulled away but kept his lips teasingly close to mine. “So does this mean you forgive me?” He asked softly.

            I giggled and brushed my lips against his. “I need to think about it you cheesy butt.”

            He grinned and leaned forward to kiss me again. I pretended to play along and pecked his lips before pulling away. “Fucking tease.” He smirked.

            “You know it.” I replied, grabbing my guitar and standing up. I grinned down at him and kissed him shortly and passionately. He pulled me closer and I leaned my forehead against his. “I love you. And I accept your apology.” I smiled and kissed his cheek once more before walking back home.

            Once I was there, I did my routine of climbing in the trees and jumping onto the balcony, and into my room. I found Luke and Alice standing there, giving me death glares. “Well hello to you too.” I replied to their looks. I put my guitar in the stand. “So why are you standing there like your pissed off at me?” I questioned, slightly annoyed that they were pretending they were concerned enough to be mad at me.

            “And where have you been?” Alice glared at me. I chuckled at her and the fire in her eyes ignited lighter.

            “Wait…” I paused, taking a minute to catch my breath from laughing. “You were serious? I laughed even more and Luke glowered at me, nodding stiffly. “I was out.” I answered simply, returning their death stares with my own.

            “Where? We got a call from the school today; they said you weren’t there. Did you seriously cut, Alexandria?” Alice questioned, trying to keep her voice to an inside voice. I could tell she was itching to scream and yell at me.

            “One, it’s Alex. Not Alexandria. Two, I was out, as I said before. Didn’t you hear the story from school? I was expecting everyone in this stupid little town would know by now. I spoke, well shouted actually. At everyone who was giving me shit. Aren’t you happy for me? I spoke and stuck up to them for the first time in my life.” My voice rose at the end of my explanation of what happened, as Luke and Alice got more and more full of anger.

            Alice started to say something but I cut her off. “No, don’t even. Don’t act like you care enough about me to be mad at me for cutting. Fuck you. Okay, fuck you.”

            Luke started screaming at me. “Don’t you dare talk to my wife like that! We let you in to live with us until you graduated from high school! We gave you a chance, but you blew it. So get out!” Luke pointed to the door. I guess I flinched and raised my hands over my face like I was scared he would hurt me like my dad because Luke’s face changed to a sympathetic one and he reached out to me. “Lex I-“ He started.

            “Don’t. Just don’t. Consider me gone.” I glared at him and grabbed my guitar and a string duffel bag. I threw all of my important things in the bag- clothes, my phone, pictures of me with bands (from meet and greets/ concerts), signed posters of bands, etc. Luke kept telling me to wait but he was to scared to reach out and touch me. He was afraid he would hurt me. Alice stayed quiet; she wanted me gone- it was obvious. Well I would be gone soon. That’s a promise.

Authors Note: Sorry about this crappy chapter! Writers block stinks!