we're all mad here | b.u & d.w

2. the big day

"Brendon," I hear my mum say, gently tapping me.
"What?" I groan, rolling over in my bed,
"Honey, we've got to go in an hour," she whispers, I sigh and get out of bed.
I jump into the shower, avoiding the mirror. I don't need a reminder of how much of a mess I am.
After getting out, I grab a black t-shirt, black ripped skinny jeans and a beanie and throw them all on.
I quickly finish packing a few last things into my big suitcase, like my MP3, hair brush and toothbrush/toothpaste, before running down the stairs.

I wander into the kitchen, where all my family sit around the table eating breakfast together.
"Morning son," dad says, sticking his nose up from the morning paper.
"Morning dad," I reply emotionless, sitting down on the table with everyone.
"You ready for this honey?" mum asks, kissing me on the cheek. I just nod, not wanting to say a word.

"We've gotta leave in 10 minutes, it's a long journey," mum says, I nod and run upstairs quickly. I grab my suitcase, backpack and guitar case before standing by the door, looking at my now empty room.

I slowly begin to walk down the stairs, memorising every part of the house. Reminding myself not to forget it.
Memories come flooding back from my time in this house.

This is all your fault.
They'd be happy at home if it wasn't for you.
Everyone would be so much better of without you.

"Stop it, shut the fuck up," I say firmly, gently hitting my head.
"Brendon, are you okay?" Kyla asks, slowly approaching me.
I gulp loudly, avoiding eye contact with her,
"I'm fine," I lie, making my way down the stairs again.

"Look Brendon, I'm really worried about you. I know no one else will admit it but I will. Please get better if not for yourself, for me," she says, wrapping her arms around me tightly. I squeeze her tight.
"Thanks, I'll try," I whisper into her shoulder.
We release each other slowly, knowing this will be the last time for a while.

"Brendon! We're leaving!" mum shouts. I slowly walk down the stairs, dragging my massive bags behind me.
By the time I get to the kitchen all my family are standing in their.
They all say bye to me individually.

"Shall we go?" mum and dad say once everyone had said goodbye. I nod and get into the car, all my siblings stands in the front garden and wave as we drive away.
I hold in my tears and grab my MP3 quickly, dragging myself away from reality.

'Strangers in the night,
Two lonely people, we were strangers in the night,
Up to the moment when we said our first hello little did we know,
Love was just a glance away, a warm embracing dance away'