Stories Behind Songs (One-Shots)

If You Can't Hang by Sleeping With Sirens

Rock is not actually my genre but it was requested by patron_blue so here it is. Sorry if I took too long to respond :P

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I took another plate from the stack right beside me and smash it on the clean white wall.

She said she would stay.

She said she could 'hang'.

We met at the local library and when I first saw her, she took my breath away.  I didn't think she was the kind of girl I normally fell for.  She stared at me with those bluish-gray eyes of her.  She smiled shyly and tucked a purple highlight to the back of her ear from her vibrant blonde hair.  Damn.  I said when I saw her.  We grabbed for the same book.  Something about American poetry, I think.

"It's okay, you can have it."  She smiles cheekily as I grab the book with my mouth still hanging wide open.

"I'm-" I say but my mouth remains wide-open.

"I'm Justine." She answers offering me her hand to shake.

I shake it right away closing my mouth.  "I'm Kellin.  Are you sure you're fine with me taking the only copy here?"

She shrugged. "It's fine.  YOu can always tell me this Saturday afternoon at the cafe downstairs."

Again, my mouth went wide-open. She winked and left me there gaping at her.  Did she just ask me out.

I smashed another plate into the wall just by thinking about how we met. She was so kind. She was so pretty. She was so sweet and I fell even more in love with her after that first date.  I was seventeen.  Young and foolish at seventeen.

She was my first love and we stayed together for two years.  I gave her the world.  Every song I wanted to write...I thought about her and got inspired.  She was the love of my life and I was hers.  Or so I thought.  She was my everything.  Then, the worst part of it came like a tidal wave.

I crash two plates at the same time towards the wall.  Yes, it deserved two plates.

It was the other way around, you see.  I was the one crying while she was just standing there.

"I'm sorry, Kellin."  She said. It stung.

"YOU'RE A CHEAT!" I yelled out as I stared at her deceitful eyes feigning innocence.

"I'm sorry, Kellin, but this needs to end. I'd rather be honest to you now than hurt you somewhere within the process." She said trying to soothe my back.

I jerked away at her very touch, the touch of a devil.  I knew I loved her with all my heart but to think that she would do something like this...I knew it.  She was too out of my league, anyway, but the thought of it made me want to curl into a ball and screech it out in rejection.

I didn't want to even hear her voice.  Something about some guy she worked with was all I heard. I can't believe what my ears were telling me.  She preferred some douche ove me?! She left silently as I wailed yet again.

FINE!  He can take that bitch!  He can take her filthy heart, for all I care!  I'm not blind to that bitch.  The way she flirted with every other guy was already a sign I tried to ignore everytime.  I looked out of the window and saw this new guy in a fancy suit picking up Justine.  Fine, then. I hope SHE gets her heart broken.

I hope this new guy will see the truth and break her heart just as she did to me.  That's when the plate-throwing marathon started.

You want to know her...our catchphrase?  Whenever one of us were either going to leave or say the L word, we'd say 'I'll hang around.'

Well, she's wrong now.

She couldn't hang around.

I turned around with one plate in my hand. I stared at the wooden door where she had exited a few minutes ago.  I took another and lunged them towards the door hoping she'll hear how much she broke my heart and how much I hated her now.

It was good that she left. I can't believe I wasted two years of my life on her.  Why? Just because I fell in love with that pretty face of hers.

She was low.  That's what she was.  You'd think people like her would have some respect but no, she may have studied in some fancy university but she was as low as the prostitutes in a red-light district.  In fact, she could be lower than them.  You know the untouchables in the Hindus' caste system.  That's where she deserved to stay.

Another plate went to the wall.  I gritted my teeth thinking about that pretty spawn of devil's face.

A few months passed when I saw her again.  This time, I had changed back to my old self.  That devil changed me.  I used to be this goth boy until she changed my wardrobe, my hair and my face.  About a week after we broke up, I went back to my long emo cut and my old clothes with darker hues.  She changed me to fit her...wants and I can't believe I followed her around like that like a lost puppy.

When I saw her again, she saw my metamorphosis back into my old self and I couldn't help but grin.

"Hey Kellin." She smiled wryly.

"Hey." I greeted without smiling.

"I see you're back to your old look." She said gesturing towards my clothes.

"I always preferred them anyway." I shrugged.

"How are you?" She asked.

"I'm fine." I lied.  She didn't need to know about the plate-throwing festival at my home every 6pm.  "How are you?"

Then, she started yapping about this new guy and I gritted my teeth.  It felt like bragging. Fine, see how much I care? I simply nodded politely hoping inside of me that that Mr. Perfect of hers will see the devil inside of her.

"Never talk to me again." I said.

She looked surprised.  I wasn't even aware that i had even said that out loud.

"Kellin-" She tried to say.

"Never talk to me again." I reiterated leaving her.

I couldn't handle this.  She had changed me.  I was becoming too bitter about this matter and I hated how much she changed my life. I looked at her again and remembered.

"I'll hang around."

I gritted my teeth.  She might not have said it aloud but it echoed in my head and I ran. I ran trying to get the voice out of my head. She couldn't hang around!  

I ran to the nearest drug store.  She alway said that she wanted to change the world.  I wonder how that went - one boy after another?  I bought some antidepressants and took them on my way home.  Then, when I got home.  I closed the door behind me adn dropped the pills on the floor.  I closed my eyes and pondered how I had gotten to this point.

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It was after six years that I truly got over her and found someone new. I wasn't even scared that she'd break my heart like Justine did.  Why? Because when I gave her everything, she gave me her everything as well.  She was the one who stopped the plate-breaking marathon and I couldn't be more thankful.

Imagine that though.  She always said that when she was younger she was just like Justine.  But I didn't see a trace of the devil when I looked at her.

I still remember how I proposed to her.

"Would you please stay and come inside, baby? Would you please stay and please be mine?"

I could see it now. I was dumb to think and feel bad about you.  I was immature and so were you but I'm a changed man now and I don't mind. I've changed for the better.

She smiled remembering my old stories of you. I might've been angered given different circumstances but I smiled when she said it.  "I'll hang around."