It's been two weeks since her death. Two weeks since my old habits came back. Two weeks of me inhaling paradise and hearing her voice over and over again.
My therapist sees me every three days to check up on me. Every time he's here I'm okay. He lets me vent on him, I now it's his job but his advice helps like a wise young man.
Jordan sees me everyday and I'm thankful for that. Matt comes every two days with him. Vegan comes when he can. Jona doesn't visit me. Lee sees me two times a day every four days. He's been telling me how everyone is worried sick about me. All he can say is he doesn't now where I'm at. The fans, my family, my friends, and people who work in the record label don't now I'm here. They all think I bailed on them. My band mates haven't told anyone like I asked them to. All I want is to get better
I just can't right now.
Every time I inhale tobacco I hear her. I can't let that go. I miss her...
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One month later
I haven't smoked a death stick in a month. I'm one month clean. I miss her voice, but I cope with it from time to time. My therapist says I'm getting better little by little. Jordan says that fans are going crazy. They worry about where I'm at. They all answer saying they don't now.
I want to get out of here fast. I can't keep lying to them, it hurts. They helped me get to where my career is and I pay them back like this. It's not fair to them.
I'm walking down the hall to meet up with Lee, he wants to talk about stuff and how things are going.
"Hey mate! How're things going 'round here!" He asked in his thick accent.
"Quite well. My therapist has told me a couple times that God helps, I don't believe in those things though. I tell him. He kinda understands but i don't now. Although he also says things are getting better and that I'll be out here in a couple months. How about you guys? How's everyone?"
"Things are going pretty bad. Jordan and Jona don't get along. They're constantly fighting. We've recorded some instrumentals for the couple songs you've written for the album. Jordan gives great suggestions but Jona being Jona disagrees in everything. All we need are a couple more songs, your vocals, and some other things that I forgot." He put a dumb face. "Oh and the choir is all set for the songs you want them in."
"That sucks, Jona seems to not like Jordan huh? Are the instrumentals great? Never mind I bet they are. You guys are amazing musicians. Honestly Lee, I think Jona should try to get along with him. Jordan has talked to me about how he try's to talk to him, but Jona won't budge. Poor Jordan. The choir is gonna sound crazy mad with the instruments. I'm excited.
"Speaking of which I wrote another song. Remember the thing I told you about Ant?"
"Yea that one chick..." He was doubtful yet excited to what I was gonna say. He didn't say it in that rude voice you would imagine. All I heard was worry and faith in his voice.
"Lee don't worry it's fine. Anyway, when she didn't you know. I wrote a song while we were talking. Here, the song means a lot. I miss her. Like really really miss her. It's hard, I fell in love in such a short time yet it felt like eternity. Anyways, I want you guys to read over it and see what YOU'LL have to say about it. Maybe suggest some thi-"
"Visits end in one minute. Please say goodbye to you're loved ones and start heading towards your room. Thank you." The voice in the intercom said.
"Okay well looks like I have to go. I'll see what the guys to say about it. I know you loved her and I feel bad trust me mate. Oh and Jordan is going to come visit you tomorrow. I'll talk to him about the song and when he comes he'll tell you his suggestions along with Matt."
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Hospital For Souls
FanfictionMy mind keeps going everywhere... I hear stuff in my head, I see the room spinning as I start to get up from my bed. All gray or faded colors spread across it. Blood on my walls, very weird how they haven't gave me a different room. I look around...