Cobain and Static

Short story I wrote for my English class. Thought it turned out pretty well. Enjoy!

It was one of the rare nights that I just gave in and let the static take control. The static has always been there, but I only became fully aware of it when I started high school. It's only taken control of me a few times. It's like my brain goes silent, and I'm in a daze until it goes away. That's what happened that night. I don't remember much of what I did after I shut my door, all I know is I found a tiny piece of metal, and I went to school the next day with a gash on my leg, and static in my head.