Between the Barn and the Stage

31

The rest of the day I helped Chatham with music, or played on his Xbox. I still think PlayStation is better, but I'm not telling him that because I want to continue playing Goat Simulator.

Then he got up and told me he was leaving. Okay, have fun. Asked if I wanted to come. No, I don't. Asked if I was sure. Yes, I am.

Now, I'm alone in his room, the sun setting through the window. After I got tired of licking people and dropping them off buildings, I went to another town so I can terrorize new people. This helped me keep my mind off things, like what happened recently. I haven't actually stopped crying. I've been crying all day, Chatham forcing me to drink water to keep hydrated. I haven't had a minute without tears. I mean, I probably feel fine otherwise, but deep down I'm screaming and crying.

I wiped my face again when I looked at the time. Hmm. It's been an hour since he left. When did he say he was going to get back? Eleven? Twelve? I still have about six hours all alone.

Great.

I looked to the control in my hand and for some reason thought of Voltron. The next season won't come out until next month, but--

I wouldn't hear it. I would need subtitles, and we all know how trustworthy those are.

I turned the TV off. I looked around the room and my eyes landed on his guitar. I couldn't play that well, but he had taught me today. I know a few chords, and I could play a simple song...sad thing is, it was the famous Ov3rd0s3. But it was the only one I knew how to play right now, so...

I picked up his guitar and plucked out a few notes. How did the song go? Ah, right.

"I'm crying, but nobody can see my tears." I began. I couldn't feel my voice cracking, so I decided I sounded okay and kept going.

"I'm scared, but nobody knows my fears.

Yeah, I'm in pain

but I haven't told no one.

It hurts so bad, I just wanna die.

So that's why I'm gonna take an o-o-overdose, o-o-overdose.

Nothing can take away the pain, nothing can make me feel better,

so that's why I'm gonna take an o-o-overdose.

I'm lying.

They think I'm happy just 'cuz I'm smiling.

But oh, they don't know what I plan on doing.

Nobody's gonna miss me anyway

that's why I'm in the middle of taking an o-o-overdose, o-o-overdose

nothing can take away the pain, nothing can make me feel better

that's why I'm in the middle of taking an o-o-overdose.

Now I'm lying again.

But I'm lying on the floor.

Now I'm crying again.

But it's 'cuz I shouldn't have taken more.

It hurts so bad, I don't wanna die.

But now it's too late, oh it's too late."

Hmm. I think I missed a verse, I'm not sure. But then it hit me that I basically agreed with every word I just said. Well, except that overdose part. Suicide is not the answer.

I picked at the guitar for no reason now before putting it back, getting bored. I looked at the alarm clock. Huh. Time really flies, it's now eight. I flopped onto the bed and rolled around. His phone glinted in the corner, and I picked it up.