A langst fanfiction...
He lies in the shadows,
He cries in the night,
His music is loud,
His thoughts are louder,
His dreams lock him in a internal world of his past,
He's a "goofball"
Is he?
Would a goofball conflict weather he should be alive or...
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//this chapter contains a hard subject and I suggest if you feel a victim to this, please don't read, that goes for the rest of my book, it contains a lot of hard subjects to deal with//
Flashback
"Because these words are nice enough to leave scars, the fear of falling apart" as Brendon Urie, finished singing the last words of This is Gospel, from his Too weird to live, Too rare to die album, I was sat there smoking another joint of marijuana around the back of the garrison.
"Keith, buddy long time no see" my head shot up, seeing my best friend at the time blaze, yes, blaze.
"Hey" I Spoke, a small smile plastered my face. "How's things going?" I already knew what was his problem but it's always fun seeing him rant about nOrMaL lIfE problems.
"Oh not much, other then the fact I'm getting High everyday at like 9am"
"Oh come on, man, I know you have a thing for that Charlotte chick"
"Yeh but she's Bailey's girl"
"So?"
"So he scares me man"
"Blaze, come on you literally have red eyes"
"And? That's not scary you have purple eyes for goodness sake"
"My eyes aren't purple"
"Yes, yes they are"
"Okay whatever"
I said that finishing my joint and began to head inside, blaze followed behind me, that's when I saw lance, his smiling face trailing behind some other poor girl. I shook my head.
"I know you have a thing for him" blaze teased me.
"I DO NOT"
"Yes, yes you do" blaze said once again, poking at my arm, he continued on with his point "and how I know that is because when you talk to him your eyes shine, and your face heats up" I laughed at his accusation.
"Oh really?"
"Really."
"Well that would mean you have a thing for Sam."
//Sam, 5,10, blonde, amber eyes, in marching band//
"I do not have a thing for Sam" he scoffed. "Anyway I like Charlotte as you say"
"Well that was before you said that information on me, about liking lance"
"So you do?!"
"Shut it Blaze"
As we carried on our way to Ap English, we kept talking and laughing until something caught my eye, I don't know what it was but she, she was afraid. Of what we do not know, but she had fear woven into her eyes, she had anger held in her palms, she was my little sister. Violet, blue eyes and dark brown hair, she wore a long red jacket that consists of 4 brown bottons, she carried a brown brief case.
"Keith..." Violet noticed me staring, "... it's nothing, I'm fine"
That was the only conversation I didn't remember of that day but what happened was blurr of colour, she fainted from an overdose no one knew she took, that day I lost my best friend.
Funnily enough that wasn't enough to tell me to stop, I carried on, and I guess I should of guessed I would of ended up, in hospital.
Annnn: I've made this an insight of Keith's past, mostly because I needed an update for y'all this week, what are you thinking of the book so far? Should I change the front cover? Or leave it till I finish the book?
