Mirrors Lie To Me (Marianas Trench)

Chapter 4

Dani's P.O.V:

I sat on my bed, mouthing along with The Depths. Austin Carlile or die, bitch. I'm fairly certain Andy was knocking on my door, but I could really care less. I just wanted to be left alone and he knew that.

I went through spells like this every once in a while. Everything in my life would be just peachy, and I'd fall into a bit of a depression. We were on I think day 3 or 4 of this one. They generally don't last more than a few days, but before I started listening to music they could be extremely harmful. What can I say, I wasn't the smartest kid.

The bit of silence between songs was always my favorite part of listening to music. I like to try to guess which song comes up next. Or even better, trying to guess the song within the first few seconds. This one was obvious though. A chord played (E minor, to be specific) and my favorite voice came through my headphones.

This place is a hole, but I don't wanna go. I wish we could stay here forever alone.

This time that we waste, but I still love your taste. Don't let him take my place, don't just sit there.

Sometimes I wish you would leave me. I'm not sick of you yet, is that as good as it gets, I'll just hide it. Or I could slip into you, it's so easy to come back into you.

I felt the tears that I'd been holding in slip down my face. Just fucking dandy. At least Andy knows not to come in. Especially since I was singing along now, something I'm not really confident about.

I heard a knock at my door (over the music, which is pretty impressive). I took out my headphones, paused the song, and sat up.

"What is it, Andy?"

"I'm getting worried about you."

"And?"

"I have brownies."

"I love you."

The door opened to reveal not only brownies, but Mike Ayley. I looked at him confused. He just smiled. I stood up and grabbed the brownies from him before sitting back down on my bed and curling up under the blankets. I then turned my attention back to Mike.

"Uhh, hi. What are you doing here?" I asked.

"Well, I tried calling you to see if you wanted to come bowling with us but you didn't pick up, so I called Andy and he told me you hadn't come out of your room for a while and he was getting worried. So then I decided to bring you brownies and see what was wrong."

"Oh... okay. Did he say how long I've been in my room?"

"Somewhere around five days."

"Well fuck. Anyway, I'm okay, just feeling a little down, it happens every once in a while."