Stained Club - Boyf Riends/TreeBros

Blue Paper : Don't Go Near Eric

Everything in the house was blue.

From my clothes, bedsheets, walls, door, car, my eyes, and even the paper I write on.

The only thing that stood out in this whole house was my horrid scar that stood proudly on my neck.

Most people with a scar would be rather embarrassed by it. But me, I don't truly care. It was a reminder that I should never get close to Eric.

When I first met Eric it was almost two years ago. He seemed like a decent guy and I was proud that my mom choose someone to stick to instead of just fucking random guys from the bars.

He was an easy man to look at. Like a river flowing gently in Missouri. His hair was balding, but only slightly, and his eyes where an electric blue. He always wore a dashing smile. He dressed in suits that costed more then our rent. And, this was the best part, he knew how to take care of my mom.

He just didn't know how to take care of me.

That was an easy thing to see.

It started off with words. Most of them going along the lines of me being far to skinny. Like a chickens leg. He then became much more critical. About my body, face, personality, and so on.

He once said something about Micheal. I don't remember what. All I remember is wanting to shout for the first time in my life. So loudly that the whole world would quake.

Then the next thing I new I had blood pouring out of my neck.

I don't recall much from that night. But I do know that Micheal visited. That made me extremely happy. I also learned a lesson.

Don't go near Eric, unless you really want to get blood on the carpet.