How do you know? There I said the title, the story's over. Haha, just kidding. But on a serious note, really, how do you know? Just anything ever.
I know I'm never 100% diddly dandy sure of anything.
Test questions, questions in general, decisions. Everything. It's just all so scrambled.
I'll stop elaborating, my point is I just wish I could be more certain of myself, more confident, you know?
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Music blaring, screams surrounding, sirens screaming.
Fast, slow, fast. Fast again. How was I supposed to know what was happening? I just swam with the flow, flowed with the crowd.
Life was great man, let me tell you. When you're laying on the concrete floor in the basement of an abandoned warehouse just staring into what could be the floor, could be the ceiling, could be you, problems seems to drift away. I honestly didn't know what or even who I was.
I felt like the flickering, seizure inducing lights that still managed to shine bright. That's what I was, the lights. Looking down on all these poor souls who didn't know how great it felt to be me - the lights.
All my major problems before seemed so minute. Almost non- existing. But they did exist. And no matter how much I smoked, drank, or shot up the next few days wouldn't let me forget them.
**The next morning**
Yesterday was Sunday, and the day before that was Saturday, but I don't remember a single second of either of them. Last I knew I was being invited to a rave on the bus on Friday, and now I'm lying in bed with bruises on my legs, stomach, and one on my face.
This happens way too often for me to care though.
"Icarus, does this have to happen every weekend.?"
"No mom, but it does."
"Are you ever going to tell me where you go?"
"No." Truly I would tell her if I knew, but for all I know I didn't go to the rave. Maybe I was kidnapped, drugged and raped. Or maybe I just had a wild night at Dean's again, there's really no telling.
"The cuts though, Ru, you have to know where those are from."
"No." Lie. I do know where those are from.
"Well, then, don't be late to school, dad would be upset." Lie. Dad's gone. Get over it mom.
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This is just something I brainstormed. Will continue, but just wanted to tease. Will probably write all chapters in advance and publish on a schedule. Let me know some stuff in the comments.
~Max out.
