Car radio-Chloe price

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In this universe max still moved away and her dad still died but Rachel doesn't exist. So Chloe is alone. Enjoy. Or don't.
Trigger warning
This story does involve character death so if that triggers you in any way or if it's not your thing then I advise you to leave.

I will don't be including the entire song because I don't have time for that but if you want me to make a full version let me know.

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I ponder of something great, my lungs will fill and then deflate.
Chloe drive along the cliffs edge of Arcadia bay, thinking about various things.
She slowly inhales and exhales, breathing. Functioning.

They fill with fire, exhale desire, I know it's dire my time today.
Her thoughts start to get deeper as she drives, bringing up things like Max. She starts pondering why she left. She knows it wasn't her decision to move to Seattle but moving within a week after Chloe's dad died was the worst possible outcome.

I have these thoughts, so often I ought To replace that slot with what I once bought 'Cause somebody stole my car radio
And now I just sit in silence.
She tries to turn the radio to take her mind off things on but only light buzzing noise came out. Her car was pretty old, it was only a hand me down from her dad because she's only 16 and doesn't need anything more.

Sometimes quiet is violent,
The silence in the car is forcing dark, depressing thoughts on her. Chloe hasn't had anyone by her side for a few years. Her mother was an alcoholic, her dad was dead and her best friend. Gone.

I find it hard to hide it, my pride is no longer inside.
She gets angry, starting to realise she is worthless everybody she cares about seems to either die or leave. She dropped out of school because nobody wanted her there either.

It's on my sleeve my skin will scream, reminding me off who I killed inside my dream.
She starts crying, her eyes go foggy making it hard to see the road correctly.

I hate this car, as I'm driving there's no hiding for me.
Why does nobody love her? Why did Max not care enough to at least call? Why was she still here? Why hasn't she just killed herself already?

I'm forced o deal with what I feel, there is no distraction to mask what is real.
We all die someday so if life is going to be a living hell for the rest of time, might as well end it early so she doesn't have to suffer through pain and torture.

I  c o u l d  p u l l  t h e  s t e a r i n g  w h e e l .
She swerves off the edge...

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I'm sorry this was probably really bad but I'm not good at writing sad stuff but this sounded like a good idea.