Me: Okay, I'll wake, just shut up!
I walk in the same hospital like bathroom using everything cautious not to unleash the beast in the living room.
C: He's filthy for god sake! I don't know why you keep trying..
S: Niether I..
C: Can't you see you're just a bag of money for him? His clothes stink, everything is dirty because of him. He is a moron. He is a skank in this society and nobody can change him. He says he is an artist, he writes he is a kickboxer...well he is nothing, do you hear me. Get that in his mind. That he is nothing without a stable career. Get in his head that he should obey, this is the world. If you don't obey you are doomed you hear me?
(I heard this from the bathroom)
(If I had to follow every stupid shit I heard from "smart people" I could never become me. Every wrong step I made brought me here. Every stupid choice I made made me who I am now. I will never follow what I don't agree. I will never be what others want for me to be. That's their dream, not mine! That's their ideology and even if I am wrong, that is what I feel, so fuck what is right because for me what I feel is on the first place because good and bad are relative things.)
I walked out from the bathroom and I got ready for school.
S: Call me after your final exam. I want to know what you did.
Me: Of course, if I'll remember..
School sucked. The exam sucked. At least I played some table tennis at school. At 4 pm I got home and I took my guitar. After 10 minutes Silvian got home.
S: Why you got home so late
Me: Well every day I come at this hour. What's the problem?
S: Why didn't you call to tell me what you did on that exam!?
Me: I forgot..
S: He forgot!! Hehe, it is done with your summer vacation boy. Clean your room, NOW!
Me: Leave me alone.
I cleaned my room and took my guitar again.
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S: What the hell are you doing!?! You little shit!! I will brake this fucking guitar on your head you son of a bitch!!
He takes my phone and he brakes it on the wall.
Me: Calm down and leave me alone!
S: (lifting my electric guitar above his head) I'll break it in your head you little shit!! Move from the bed!!
Me: (getting on my feet) Come on, brake it on my head!
S: You make me feel unhuman!
Me: You are unhuman, I am not, that's why. I will leave this house.
S: You have 5 minutes to pack everything or I'll throw everything on the window!
After 5 minutes he threw everything at the door. I took everything out and called dad, my stepfather from a stranger's phone.
He came in one hour while I sang at the black guitar thinking about all these strange events.
