Heathens

Music

Heathens
Death. I'm no longer afraid of death. I'm waiting for death. Trying to find death. Cause only then I am free
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It's been weeks since I last saw Josh. Last time was when I played my song. I miss him. I know I can't live without him.
It's night. I can't sleep. You can see that. The bags under my eyes is more black than ever. I look like a ghost.
My plan about not eating anything is going bad since I have to eat something. But I don't like food anymore.
I'm skinny. Way to skinny. But it's going to slow. I can't take it slow.
Right now I just look at the gray wall.
I can hear something. It sounds like a drum.
I stand up and walk straight out of the door, that's supposed to be locked, and walking against the sound of the drums that keep on getting louder. It gets louder for every step I take.
I walk trough dark rooms. I nearly can't see. Just enough to see where I'm going.
I finally gets to a light room. I'm the middle there's a scene. On the scene is a bas, a piano, a microphone and a drum set.
I can see Josh. Sitting at the drums.
"Come on. Play. You have the change" Josh says. I walk up to the scene with a little smile. I'm excited to finally play with Josh again.
"What are we gonna play?" I ask.
"I know you've been writing a song. Let's play that song" he says and sound exited.
"But... How do you know?" He confuse me.
"Let's just play it" he says with a smile.
I start playing on the piano.

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All my friends are heathens take it slow
Wait for them to ask you who you know
Please don't make any sudden moves
You don't know the half of the abused
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Josh knows exactly what to play.
It was amazing to play with him again. There weren't anyone to watch. But I haven't enjoyed playing music so much before. I haven't felt so alive before. I haven't felt so free.
The song ends and I know it's over. I can hear the steps coming down the hall. It's over.

I didn't expect the story to be like this. I'm sorry. I know it's bad. But this is not the end