Cigarettes And Microphones

Preface: Stronger

I grab my guitar.

" I love you Elli. Only you, babe." Lies. Blake was lying to me. I could see it in his eyes. I loved him. I could trust him. Right?

I touched the microphone, looking at the crowd. Nervousness crept into my brain.

I was home early. I knew it. But I wanted to surprise Blake on our anniversary. But when I opened the door, he was on top of Stacey Whitmore. My sworn enemy. She moaned under his touch. " Blake." She whispered in his ear, trailing her long fingers up and down his back.

" B-Blake?" I squeaked, and their attention turned towards me.

This is to Blake. He hurt you, Elliot. Make him realized what he lost.

" Elli, I can explain."

" No Blake. I should've known. I barely see you anymore."

" You don't get it! I was only using her. You didn't fulfill my needs, Elliot. Jesus fucking Christ."

" Fuck you. Oh wait, you have Stacey to do that for you." I spit in his face, tears rolling down my face.

He cheated on me. He didn't want me. I was just a tool.

" This is to all the ladies who've had that one douche bag in their lives." A few girls cheered in response. " My name is Lucky, and enjoy the show!"

" You can't live without me, Elli. You're too weak."

I'll show him.

"You know the bed feels warmer
Sleeping here alone.
You know I dream in color.
And do the things I want." I smoothed my voice over, the crowd going crazy.

This is my new beginning.

This is the new me.