The guitar blared in the back ground, overpowering my voice as the beat came in after Damian played a couple notes. Sophie came in, as I started to strum along with them.
“Strength getting weaker, trying to hold on. No one’s standing by me, while everything goes wrong; everything goes wrong.
I feel, I feel like letting go; my strength is getting harder to hold on to. Looking for someone, anyone at all. I just need someone to hold on to.
Running to my corner, trying to get away. Tears keep springing out of my eyes. I need to hold on.
I feel- I feel like letting go. My strength is getting harder to hold on to. Looking for someone, anyone at all. I just need somebody to hold on to.
Yeah, I need someone, I need someone to hold on… I feel like letting go! My strength is getting low, I’m looking for someone, anyone at all. I need you to hold on to!
I’m falling, I’m breaking, I’m stuck in this same old night mare. I’m cryin’, he’s lyin’, there’s nothing left to keep me grounded.
Nooo; keep me grounded, woaahh. I’m looking for someone, anyone at all. Why can’t I just have you? All I want is you.”
As I finished strumming the last chords to Can’t Hold On and I looked down at my feet, then returning my gaze to the guitar, and finally to the guys.
“Man, this all feels like a dream. Like, I can’t believe that we’re going to be opening at the charity thing this year! What’s that all about, anyways?”
Sophie looked up from her bass, “Well, it’s to raise money for cancer research; sort of like our Terry Fox runs, but this is musical.”
“Oh.” My thoughts wandered to Nestea.
Nestea was in my grade six class, and my one friend who was at that school. Sophie and the guys all went to some catholic one at that point. Nestea wasn’t really her real name though; I only called her that because she would drink Nestea like it was water.
Her real name was Naome. She was Chinese, but the sweetest girl I knew. She was always there for me no matter what. She had acute leukemia and didn’t even know it until the last moment. It started off with a heavy nose bleed, then it all just came crashing down. She was an only child- so you can imagine how her parents felt. I wanted to go to her funeral, so badly, but I wouldn’t have been able to handle it.
Her parents moved to a different state after her funeral, losing all contact with us. I don’t blame them, though. I was always at their house and Nestea was always over here.
I let a couple of tears fall down my cheeks before looking up at the ceiling. Sophie, Day, and Aaron were all looking at me with the same kind of pain look that I felt that was covering my own face. I wiped the tears away before whispering, “This one’s for you, then, Naome. You didn’t deserve that.”
As I started to strum a random tune, the others started to go along with it, creating a sweet, soft melody. I was humming to it as Damian was looking away at a picture which grouped all of us - Naome, Damian, Aaron, Soph, and I- and just to clear this up, Naome was also Sophies cousin. I couldn’t, and still can’t, go a day without seeing any of them. Ever.
“You were too young, too fragile. The world here was cold and cruel. You raised above the rest, creating the best of all of the angels…” I murmured into the microphone.
Damian then started whispering into his own mic, “They broke you down, tore you apart. The world here has no heart. They let you fall, they claimed to fix you, but never did… At all.”
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A Game Well Played
Teen FictionCara is just the average teenage girl. She hangs with her friends and goes to concerts; but there's one problem. She's constantly running into Josh, the lead singer of Marianas Trench, and a huge flirt. Will Cara fall for his charm, or will she fal...
