Holding Hands With The Devil

Chapter five.

The Flying Demon 1899 by Mikhail Aleksandrovich Vrubel

"The devil doesn't come dressed in a red cape and pointy horns. He comes as everything you've ever wished for."- Tucker Max

I felt a little better the next day. I woke up all by myself because it was Tuesday. I usually was all by myself on weekdays and could do whatever I wanted to because everyone else was still in school. I was the oldest here at last. I decided to grab my guitar and head out into the garden. Sadly, I realized that it was pouring outside so there was no way in hell I would be going out there but I didn't want to sit in my boring room either. I thought about where I could go instead and ended up in the living room. I never really went there but why not, since there was nobody home that could hear me sing anyway. I actually was very insecure about my voice even though many people had told me that they loved it. I guess I was just self-concious in general. As I took a seat on the old couch I propped my guitar onto my legs and started strumming lightly. I hummed along the melody and soon the words that came into my mind started leaving my mouth:

"Why don't you throw me in the damn flame?
Bury me in gold chains
Throw me in the damn flame
I'm waitin' on the rain to come and wash it all away
Why don't you throw me in the damn flame?
Bury me in gold chains
Throw me in the damn flame

All alone in the glass house
Lie awake 'til the sun's out
Pink sky when you come down
M3 in the driveway
Caffeine for the heartache
Never wanna have it my way"

It was a song by MGK that I just absolutely adored. I strummed the chords a few more times and was about to stop because I left out the rap part and only sang the chorus so the song was practically done when I suddenly heard a voice chiming in.

"Lately, I've been sick of livin' and nobody knows how I'm really feelin'

I always hated to smile, but it keep what is killing me hidden inside
I didn't sign up to be the hero, but I don't want to wind up a villain
I put my daughter to bed, then attempted to kill myself in the kitchen
Yeah, I should've screamed, but nobody listened
So I passed out with the blood dripping
In this glass house, feelin' like a prison
Me and death keep tongue-kissing
I just fell out with my lil' bro
The life getting to us, the drink getting to us, the drugs getting to us
It's highway to hell and everybody knew
What the fuck were we doing? I'm feeling like"

Blake came through the door and sat on the couch next to me. I completely forgot that he could be here too. He covered Colsons part perfectly which led a little tear to slip out of my eye because these lyrics meant so much to me. They touched me on another emotional level I couldn't explain so I just took it from there and sang the part I did before again, kinda forgetting my insecurities.

"Why don't you throw me in the damn flame?

Bury me in gold chains
Throw me in the damn flame
I'm waitin' on the rain to come and wash it all away
Why don't you throw me in the damn flame?
Bury me in gold chains
Throw me in the damn flame

All alone in the glass house
Lie awake 'til the sun's out
Pink sky when you come down
M3 in the driveway
Caffeine for the heartache

Never wanna have it my way"

Now the song was over for real when I let the last notes ring out. We both sat there in silence for a few seconds before he broke it. "You're really good. Not only with playing the guitar but you also have a really pretty voice. Where did you learn that?" He asked. "Well my mom used to play the guitar and she thaught me some things versus the singing I picked up myself. I never really had a vocal-coach or something like that but thank you still. You weren't bad either." My parents used to love music. My dad also mastered the piano and some other instruments so there was always music playing in our house. That's what I missed the most here. It was always quiet besides some random kids screaming. "Do you make music to remember her? Or out of the fear of forgetting how it used to be?" He seemed to be weirdly interested but I never really talked about my past life and also didn't want to. With that being said, my answer was kind of short. "Both, I guess. I don't know and I also don't know why you would be interested in my past. I'm not keen to talk to you about it either so-.." I was about to get up and leave the room when he grabbed my hand, pulling me down onto the couch again. "Why are you so stubborn? I didn't do anything. Hell I'm just trying to be nice for once so why don't you just take a fucking seat and have a little chat with me god fucking dammit. I actually am interested in getting to know you, even though you don't seem to believe a bloddy word I say. I'm not used to being nice but I am trying and you're just making it harder on me. You're kind of the only person in this damn house that I am interested in knowing for that matter. So just cut it already!" He sounded frustrated and I believed him. He actually wanted to get to know me? It never really seemed like that so I was a bit shocked at his words. After I had a few seconds to comprehend what he just said I answered.