"What are those?" Tom asks as Melissa hands me a stack of papers. " They're songs," I reply proudly. "Dude, you need to get a life," Tom says in reply. I just ignore it and read the songs Molly has been editing for me. Tom is a jerk. He is smart, so he thinks everyone lower of himself He sits at my lunch table since ential he's somehow friends with my friends. I just don't let him get to me. I'm just a songwriter with no future. And my name is Kris, Kris Sirk. Molly is one of my two best friends, along with Mike.
I get home and go straight to my room. I throw my backpack on my bed and I sit at my desk and take out one of my notebooks and a pen. I just write anything that comes to mind. My desk is filled with loose papers with lyrics of unfinished songs and unforgiven dreams. I write constantley. I start to write about what Tom said earlier today and think that he may be right. What if I do need a life? What if I write too much? I just ignore my thoughts.
I must have fallen asleep because I open my eyes and my they hurt from the light. I look at the clock and see that its 1:39 AM. I get up from my desk and walk out into the hallway. I walk into the kitchen and get myself a glass of water. I take a sip and accidentally drop it on the hardwood floor. Its pitch black and I can't see anything. I feel a very sharp pain in my foot and I can tell that a piece of glass went into it. I turn on the lights and pull out the piece of glass. Blood is everywhere.
I get back to my room after that traumatic experience and I write a song named 'BLood is Everywhere'. I take out my guitar and lplay a riff that has been stuck in my head for a very long time. I think it has the potential to be a hit, but I don't usually let people hear my songs, except Molly.
I look at the clock and it now read 4:07 AM. So that means I've been up for around 2 and a half hours before I usually get up for school. I decide that I need to sleep some more before the dreadful hell that people call school. I hate school. I just sit in silence and write all over my papers. Sometimes I also draw little cartoons or possible logs for a band on my papers too. Usually I get in trouble for it, but for the most part, its worth it. I just can't help whats inside of me, and I try to explain it to people but they just don't understand.
