Crying For Help

Chapter Two

Brandon's P.O.V.

I walked back to my house, sighing. I don't know what my luck is, but I always end up fired from my job after the first couple days, or they don't even give me a thought when I try to apply for the job. I slowly opened the door, keeping an eye out for my mom.

I smiled once I didn't see her, quietly making my way up to my room, slipping in. I threw my backpack on the floor and have out a sigh of relief. I fell down on my bed, worn out. "Brandon, are you home?!" My mom called as I slid off my bed as quiet as I could.

"Brandon, I know you're there!" She yelled, climbing up the stairs and opening the door revealing me standing in the middle of the room. "Why didn't you answer me?" She asked, leaning on the doorframe. "I did." I muttered, clearly lying. "Sure you did." My mom laughed.

"So, I'll leave you be for now." She smirked. Leaving my room, not closing the door behind her. I slowly shut the door, sinking back into my bed. Bored out of my mind, I started walking around the room, just humming random things. If you were to talk in on me, you'd probably think I was going crazy.

I sighed, peaking my head out of my room. I sneakily creeped down the stairs, cringing whenever one would make a sound. I made my way downstairs and started to make me something to eat. I pulled out the bread and some ham, making me a sandwich. After I did I put the two things back and started to eat.

I quickly scoffed it down, getting a drink. A took a few sips then headed for the front door. When I opened in the door it let out little creaks, but luckily not loud enough to get my mom's attention. After I shut the door I ran away from the house, just away, not really to anywhere, but just away from my mom.

I reached a park and decided here would be a good place to stop. Out of breath, I walked over to a picnic table and sat down. The air was humid, but the wind was strong so it evened out. It felt good to relax, my surroundings peaceful. I heard someone else, it sounded like they were playing guitar.

I looked around, scanning the area. I finally saw someone leaning up against a tree with a notebook and a guitar, that had to be what I heard. I wasn't sure if I should walk over there and say anything, or if I should just keep to myself and let him be, it doesn't look like he's with anyone.

I decided not to and rested my head on my arms, closing my eyes. Before I knew it I was slowly dozing off to sleep. The soft breeze and light strum of the guitar in the background made it even easier to fall asleep, and before I knew it, I was.