Cupcake Killer

My Home Is Where I Am The Most

   It has been three weeks sence I went into the hospital. I was brought a new pair of pants, shoes, and a shirt, by my friends. I left the hospital and Trey offered me a ride in his car, sence he was the only one that actually had a car.

  He said he would be watching over me for the next few weeks, to make sure I don't try anything stupid. We arrived at my apartment and I got the key and we went inside.

"There is one bathroom, and a guest bedroom down the hall, that's where you'll stay I guess. Follow me and I'll show 'ya around the place." I said . He didn't speak, I guess he was just amazed by all the band posters I had. I kept walking down the hall twords all the rooms.

"There's the kitchen right over there, just help yourself to anything in the fridge," I stated, he still didn't speak. We kept walking.

"Okay so... Behind that door is the bathroom, the door next to it is my bedroom, and the forbidden room..." I said, I grabbed the doorknob and turned it, reveiling all of my guitaurs, drums, and just basic band stuff. "My music room." I said. He walked in ahead of me, dragging his had across the srings of one of my guitaurs.

"Woah" He said.

"You wanna play one?" I asked.

"Hell yeah" He said with excitement in his voice. I went and pulled a guitaur off the wall. I hooked a strap on it and plugged in into an AMP. I handed it to him and he pulled the strap and the guitaur around him. I grabbed my own and plugged it up to an AMP. 

"Okay, so first take your left hand, and put it on the bottom three strings and push down on them. Once you did that take your pick and strum the last three. That is an A note." I said. He dragged the pick across the last string making a long high note.  "Hmm, I didn't know you knew what dragging is. When I was taught to play, I didn't know that until the end of my lessons." I stated. "Do you wanna hear a newer some we are writing?" I asked. He nodded his head in excitement as I plugged up a mic.

There's a war inside my head

Sometimes I wish that I was dead, I'm broken

So I call this therapist

And she said, "Girl, you can't be fixed just take this."

I'm tired of trying to be normal

I'm always over-thinking

I'm driving myself crazy

So what if I'm fucking crazy?

And I don't need your quick fix

I don't want your prescriptions

Just 'cause you say I'm crazy

So what if I'm fucking crazy?

Yeah, I'm gonna show you

Loco, maniac, sick bitch, psychopath,

Yeah, I'm gonna show you

I'm gonna show you,

Yeah, I'm gonna show you

Mental out my brain, bat shit, go insane,

Yeah, I'm gonna show you

I'm gonna show you

Yeah, I'm gonna show you

I've been searching city streets

Trying to find the missing piece like you said

And I searched hard only to find,

There's not a single thing that's wrong with my mind

Yeah, I'm tired of tryna be normal

I'm always over-thinking

Driving myself crazy

So what if I'm fucking crazy?

And I don't need your quick fix

I don't want your prescriptions

Just 'cause you say I'm crazy

So what if I'm fucking crazy?

I'm gonna show you

Loco, maniac, sick bitch, psychopath,

Yeah, I'm gonna show you

I'm gonna show you,

Yeah, I'm gonna show you

Mental out my brain, bat shit, go insane,

Yeah, I'm gonna show you

I'm gonna show you

I'm gonna show you

Crazy, crazy, yeah I'm gonna show you...

Crazy, crazy, yeah I'm gonna show you...

Crazy, crazy...

Yeah!

Tired of tryna be normal

I'm driving myself crazy

And I don't need your quick fix

I don't want your prescriptions

Just 'cause you say I'm crazy

So what if I'm fucking crazy?!

Yeah, I'm gonna show you

Loco, maniac, sick bitch, psychopath,

Yeah, I'm gonna show you

I'm gonna show you,

Yeah, I'm gonna show you

Mental out my brain, bat shit, go insane,

Yeah, I'm gonna show you

I'm gonna show you

Yeah, I'm gonna show you

I ended the song then immediantly started to put the guitaur back on the mount on the wall.

"That was amazing." He said.

"Really? I thought it could be better." I replied.

I unplugged my mic and started to clean up all the cords.

"You can play that guitaur a little more if you want. I'm gonna go to my room and listen to some music." I said. I left the room and went to my bedroom. I turned on The Frey's How To Save A Life. I got on my computer and went to the interwebs to do some random stuff."