Prologue

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Why was I even born? Like, really? Nobody cares about me. I'm not even joking. You may think my friends or my family do. First; I have no friends. Second; I told my family I was gonna run away and they didn't even take the time to turn away from their precious tv to notice me. So like I said, nobody cares. Ever since junior high everyone I meet always ends up hurting me. No one wants me around... But can I blame them? There's a million things wrong with me; I have depression, OCD, I'm extremely unsocial, I'm very shy, and I let everyone push me around. I can't help it. It's who I am.

I hate that about myself, and I'm constantly being reminded about my problems cause everyone who I work with is rich, accomplished with no disorders and they treat me like garbage. I'm a stage manager at a local theater. Well, I'm supposed to be. The director of the theater just has me setting up sound systems and placing the microphones and their stands on the stage. It's not special, but I can do it, so I do.

Aside from my life being a big pile of dog poop, there is one thing that keeps me going and always makes me feel better. There's this indie rock band called the "Arctic Monkeys" that have yet to disappoint me. The members of the band are great people, but one of them sticks out to me. That beautiful Alex Turner is a dime. His name should be Alex Turner-me-on, am I right? Oops, sorry. You'll have to get used to my awful jokes. That was funny though you can't deny it. Okay back to what I was saying, I love the Arctic Monkeys. They saved my life. When I hear their songs I forget everything that's wrong with me, and my life, and all that exists in that moment is the beautiful sound of Alex Turner's vocal chords.

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⏰ Last updated: Jul 14, 2014 ⏰

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