Kaleidoscope Eyes || Panic! At The Disco

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**** Brendon's Point of View *****

When Mr Josne was on the fine ice of being fired because of his treatment towards me, he just stopped speaking to me altogether.

It wasn't the worst thing, but it just meant that I never knew anything.

I generally just got to sit in the back and play the piano for the entire lesson, which I enjoyed.

I just played and played, and let nothing stop me.

This was a nice piano. I'd named it Harold.

Today I longed for piano time. As soon as I started, I didn't plan on stopping."

It had been a long morning. From finding out that I had another specialist visit this weekend, to the stupid breakfast Dallon had taken me out to, I let it all out through the music.

It was really loud and rewarding.

I started to get emotional, and stupid Dallon tried to make me stop playing. Bastard even called my mother.

He never understood the idea of not interrupting my piano time.

I hated that I needed him. I hated his bright and bubbly personality and the way that he treated me, but I couldn't say anything because I needed him. I needed him to care about me enough to take care of me. And I hated that.

It's not like anyone else in this school liked me.

Mom had already checked that she couldn't stay with me either. So it was just me and happy-go-lucky Dallon.

I just had to make sure I didn't punch him in the face when he frustrated me. I feel like that wouldn't go down well. Especially with his Dad.

"You okay Bren?" He whispered hesitantly. "You're scaring me..."

I started to play louder to block him out.

"Brendon, please...

If I talked to him it would ruin the bubble I created.

It frustrated me to no end how me kept trying to get in. He constantly asked questions. 'What's on your mind, Brendon?' and 'Why are you so glum, Brendon?'. I wanted to punch him so badly.

I never wanted a friend. I wasn't one for friends. People only pretend to be friends with me for sympathy reasons, and get offended when I won't share my innermost thoughts with them.

There were also those people who only talked to me because their parents tell them to, because the parents pity me and assume I need them to make sure I had friends.

That's how I got invited to all those stupid birthday parties as a kid. Generally, I just sat in the corner for the whole time because I couldn't actually do any of the activities.

My song went down an octave, and I started playing a hell of a lot faster.

People seemed to hate that. I could never work out why.

Dallon squeezed my shoulder. "Bren, please, just, stop."

I shrugged him off.

This was the only thing I had. It was all I could do to get my frustrations out. And I wasn't letting stupid Dallon take that away from me.

He was the cause of half my frustrations anyway.

I decided to play a little solo about Dallon anyway. "I dedicate this next piece to my roommate." I then began playing dark, angry sounds.

I heard him scoff. "Fine, whatever."

When his footsteps headed back to the desks, I resumed my song.