"Where the hell did the fucking beeps come from." I say to myself. I notice my eyes are closed, and I hear voices. My friends! I try to open my eyes, my vision is kinda blurry but I keep trying to open my eyes. I guess they saw me because they start litteraly fucking screaming my name.
"IRELAND!," Hailey started screaming. " ADYSON... SHE'S AWAKE!!! SHE'S AWAKE!" Ady ran to my bed. I wanted to push her to make sure she stops in time... but I couldn't my arms I cant move them. They're strapped to something. My eyes are now fully open and I can see the world. I'm in a hospital. My arms bandaged. Hailey, Adyson, and Gerard those are my friends in the band. I run through my memory making sure everythings there. And I guess it is.
Hailey pokes her head out of the door to yell to Gerard. He comes in the room running. Hailey stays outside calling someone. I hope not many people come to visit me. I want to be alone, I want everyone that is here right now to go home.
Why the fuck am I still here in this fucking stupid ass world
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Cupcake Killer
Teen Fiction15 year old Ireland McLaren. Emo,Punk, and a skater. Her friends don't understand her at all, and she cant have a boyfriend to save her life. She plays guitaur for her band named The Cupcake Killers. Not only is she the led giutaur plyer for the ban...
