Reasons - m.c

Chapter 1

Vague

Michael's P.O.V

I took a flight into some small airport & then a car drove me into what felt like the middle of the woods to a small cabin.

The cabin had two bedrooms, a bathroom, a big fireplace, a decent kitchen & a lot of outdoor space.

I guess it was a cool place, I mean the view was outstanding, like the nature of this place was clearly nice. It felt very relaxing, like a blue lake & all of the trees surrounding me but it wasn't where I wanted to be right now. This is not where I want to be.

I wanted to be in Sydney, I want to be hanging with my other friends & partying it up. I was a teenager, why should I be stuck in the middle of nowhere? 

I noticed that the next closest house was quite a bit away too so I guess I'd enjoy the space...but at the same time, that also meant there was no one near me so I assumed I'll be bored a lot while trapped here.

A place like this would be fine for a weekend but not for the months my band expected me to live here for. & my parents went along with it? I'll never understand why they did this to me.

Once I unpacked a little bit, I just collapsed on the bed & fell asleep. 

Flights make me tired & the tour life can be draining so I usually hibernate after a tour ends...I guess I could do that here pretty easily. 

I looked over at my dresser & I saw the journal Ashton handed me. I wasn't one to write out my feelings, that's such a pussy thing, but I thought I could at least use the journal to rant about how much I hate it here. That way, once I get back to Sydney, I can show the guys what torture they forced me into.

80 days left-

 This place is stupid. I guess it's a cool location but there is no one around. People retire in places like this. An 18 year old should not be trapped here. Can I just lie & say I found myself so I can leave sooner? 

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When I woke up the next morning, I realized how cold I was while sleeping. I didn't have many warm clothes since we just finished a summer tour & I just found out New York can get pretty cold, so I needed to shop for some things if I truly was trapped here.

I also figured I had nothing better to do then just explore civilization since I felt like I was living in the middle of nowhere.

I remembered the drive from the airport we passed a town area so I figured I'd walk over  to eat, find a jacket & also some warm clothes.

The walk took a little bit of time but I liked the smell of the trees & it actually felt nice to just walk around...especially when I wasn't being attacked.

Don't get me wrong. I loved the attention. I loved people calling my name, I liked seeing my picture end up in magazines & I enjoyed having the screaming girls chasing me. I loved it all but it was nice to be alone, away from my annoying band mates mostly. I was still extremely pissed off at them. I might never forgive them.

I finally found a store that sold clothes so I bought some warm clothing, like plaid shirts & shit like that. Then I walked back up to my cabin.

I also found a store that sold cigarettes so I stocked up on those too. I'd quit eventually. I just needed a reason to.

The walk back didn't seem as long as the walk into town seemed, I guess this place really wasn't that big.

Once home, I had nothing to do. Absolutely nothing.