The Healer

Melody

After class I sped to the subway, I set up my schedule so that I had 2nd and 3rd period empty to pick up an extra shift at the bakery. As I rode to Manhattan I started to think about Friday. My parents were in a band called Marigold. They were pretty successful, they toured through the summer and stayed in Brooklyn the rest of the year unless they booked some type of gig. Spending 24 hours everyday together really took a toll on my parents relationship. They never had anything of their own, no space to breathe. Due to that a lot of their unresolved frustrations were let out on me. Both of them were alcoholics, and when they drank especially with the rest of the band bad things tended to happen. I shuttered at the thought, the worst member of the group was Derek. He never seemed to care that he is 15 years older then me, and because of that I was never left alone, not until they toured in the summer anyway. My parents didn't care, hell the things they did to me were equally as bad. Anxiety flushed through me as I reached my stop. It is what it is I thought to myself as I lit my joint and walked to the bakery.