Save Me

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No one's pov
Freddie sat alone at the piano at 3:47 in the morning trying to make a new song for the album. But nothing was working and he was getting quite frustrated.

"Fuck you! Freddie think of something you idiot!" he mumbled, partly mad at himself and partly mad at, well, every fucking thing in this shitty fucking world.

Everything and everyone hated him and he himself wasn't an exception. He hated himself most of all and he couldn't do anything about it.

"Fuck you!" He sat while he pointed his middle finger at the sealing.

He sat there for about ten minutes when he suddenly stood up. He needed some kind of alcohol it didn't matter what, he just wanted to escape his shitty life for a second.

He got some whiskey and started drinking.

He finished the bottle by dawn plus half a pack of cigarettes and a dozen pills he didn't count.

He just sat there high as fuck, staring at the piano absolutely broken. Completely numb.

It was 7:56 and the rest of the band would wake up soon. If they found him like this they would get really fucking angry. But he didn't care, he figured it out. He wasn't going to leave this piano, not alive at least.

He took about ten more pills and flushed them away with some whiskey he left there yesterday. And then he waited, to die.

It suddenly got dark, completely dark. He knew it, he was dead and it didn't bother him. He was finally free from the hell called life. He smiled at that thought, the first smile in months. And the last smile in forever.