Meteora - Remastered

2.

Thanks for rolling with this bullshit fellas.
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Days like these were hard, painful and kinda, I mean oof, depressing, but I think I just got used to it.

Life isn't like these tv shows you watch. Life isn't a fanfiction.

After a bad dinner, not the food but the dad™️, I kissed my mom goodbye and locked my room's door. I picked up my backpack, put some shirts and a big water bottle in it. I picked my "hard earned money" from my stash (my pillow), a packet  of cigarettes and sunglasses. I was ready to give myself hell.

I listened my dad from my door for a couple of minutes,  to see, hear him sleeping or something. Tv was on and i think i heard him snore. Let's fucking go.

I opened my window, looked down to see if anyone was out there. I grabbed the rope I knotted on the tree God knows when. I grabbed it hard and swung myself on the tree and held one of its body. I carefully climbed down and wore my hoodie.

Even though it was dark, you'd never know when someone you or you dad knows pop outta somewhere.  Better safe than sorry.

I made my way to my favorite bar, my favorite home, Hammer. Tonight's mission is finding whatever i could find and drink my sorrows, oh and, also trying not to die. Because my mom would be sad.

Hammer isn't always empty, which is good because you can pickpocket without a sweat. That's how I earn my money. I'm sorry mom.

So anyway, I made my way inside, slowly looking around for my dealer, or anyone I know, while I grab myself a beer.

I actually couldn't find anyone I know but the other people with pills who trying to keep themselves together.

I drank my beer a little too fast to give myself some cover. I left the bar table, walking funny, I bumped into some "accidentally", stole some wallets, packets of cigarettes, some weed and made my way to the junkies.

To be honest, it was the last choice, because, junkies, man.

I chose a victim, a woman, alone, probably in her 20s, she had beautiful ginger hair. And holy shit, her eyes..

I "accidentally" tripped over and crashed into them so hard we fell on the floor.

"Hey! Watch it ASSHOLE!" She yelled and punched me in my face non-stop.

I tried to cover myself but holy fucking Jesus she was strong. She hit my ear, my eye and bursted my lip. I swear I went deaf for a second.

Someone got her off of me, and another one helped me getting up.

Eye: bruised.
Lip: busted.
Ear: won't be able to listen Frank Iero's voice for a while.
Pills:....of course stolen. And her wallet too. I ain't a noob.

I thanked whoever helped me and went to bar to grab 3 beers more.

Me and my friends were in a bathroom stall now. Though it was fucking disgusting, i had to put my beer bottles on the floor. I just hoped I wouldn't start a pandemic.

I put the pills on my tongue, swallowing them with toilet floored beer™️ and closed my eyes.