Saying Goodbye Is Never Easy, chapter 1
She sat in an oversized, over-stuffed, yet comfy chair, pouring her heart out into the computer. She knew that many people were going to be reading it, but she never would have guessed writing her life story could change her life. This is how her story went.
I'm standing over a cliff, wondering where it all began. Oh, now I remember.
I was sitting on the side walk, just looking back on my life, yet again wondering, wondering what it would be like to meet my father, wondering why I'm all alone, wondering why I couldn't go home. I never could call the place I live my home. But at least I have a place to stay, when I was little I could never figure out why I couldn't wear the clothes like the other kids or even have any friends like them. I was always a loner, as long as I can remember. It was always me, myself, I, Sam, and my stolen drum set. I know what you're thinking "How can a little kid like me steal a whole drum set?" Well, it's actually quite simple; I have many different brands. Not even my hi-hat cymbals match correctly. At least I have a drum set. I remember that when I was little, my mom would put in her Green Day CD. I would tell her "I'm gonna be the best drummer in the whole entire world!" Then she would say, "Oh really, is that so?" Then I would tell her, "After Tre Cool, of course!" She would just smile. But she doesn't even open her mouth anymore unless it's to yell at me or to drink.
Her drinking is what led me into this mess. But it wasn't a whole mess; I was kind of glad I wasn't glad that all of a sudden she wasn't the same. I didn't love the new her, who would? She was always drinking and yelling and telling me what to do, and if she wasn't doing that, she was either out drinking or sleeping. Everyone I knew hated her. The only thing I was grateful for is that she let me go out once a week, if I went out anymore than that, she would kick me out.
I couldn't tell you how I felt when my mom died; it was kind of like yeah, she died. Just to let you know, pain doesn't hurt when it's all you've ever felt. The best things in my life would probably be my drum set and my life long friend, Sam. She always was there, she's seen every side of me. I love her to death, and I would do anything for her. There's only one thing that I keep from her, I cut. I've always cut, ever since my dad has gone. Wait, scratch that, ever since I knew what cutting was. I always cut, not too deep, not enough to die. I don't want to die, just enough to take away the pain I suffer from.
Sam and I are like a two-person band, we keep changing back up guitarists and bass players. When we do need one, I know someone who is glad to fill in. Her name is Briana, but we call her Bre. Her mom doesn't approve of the band, so she always makes up a little lie. I don't think she can handle living with her mom for much longer, so hopefully we are going to ditch our parents (for the ones of us who does). Sam and I have always dreamed about making it big someday, but we live in Minnesota. There's barely any punks, or even anyone who likes our music.
That's our dream, but my dream is to meet the best and coolest drummer in the whole entire universe, Tre Cool! That, and to meet my dad, but I don't talk about that dream, because I know it's not gonna happen.
I'm standing over a cliff, wondering where it all began. Oh, now I remember.
I was sitting on the side walk, just looking back on my life, yet again wondering, wondering what it would be like to meet my father, wondering why I'm all alone, wondering why I couldn't go home. I never could call the place I live my home. But at least I have a place to stay, when I was little I could never figure out why I couldn't wear the clothes like the other kids or even have any friends like them. I was always a loner, as long as I can remember. It was always me, myself, I, Sam, and my stolen drum set. I know what you're thinking "How can a little kid like me steal a whole drum set?" Well, it's actually quite simple; I have many different brands. Not even my hi-hat cymbals match correctly. At least I have a drum set. I remember that when I was little, my mom would put in her Green Day CD. I would tell her "I'm gonna be the best drummer in the whole entire world!" Then she would say, "Oh really, is that so?" Then I would tell her, "After Tre Cool, of course!" She would just smile. But she doesn't even open her mouth anymore unless it's to yell at me or to drink.
Her drinking is what led me into this mess. But it wasn't a whole mess; I was kind of glad I wasn't glad that all of a sudden she wasn't the same. I didn't love the new her, who would? She was always drinking and yelling and telling me what to do, and if she wasn't doing that, she was either out drinking or sleeping. Everyone I knew hated her. The only thing I was grateful for is that she let me go out once a week, if I went out anymore than that, she would kick me out.
I couldn't tell you how I felt when my mom died; it was kind of like yeah, she died. Just to let you know, pain doesn't hurt when it's all you've ever felt. The best things in my life would probably be my drum set and my life long friend, Sam. She always was there, she's seen every side of me. I love her to death, and I would do anything for her. There's only one thing that I keep from her, I cut. I've always cut, ever since my dad has gone. Wait, scratch that, ever since I knew what cutting was. I always cut, not too deep, not enough to die. I don't want to die, just enough to take away the pain I suffer from.
Sam and I are like a two-person band, we keep changing back up guitarists and bass players. When we do need one, I know someone who is glad to fill in. Her name is Briana, but we call her Bre. Her mom doesn't approve of the band, so she always makes up a little lie. I don't think she can handle living with her mom for much longer, so hopefully we are going to ditch our parents (for the ones of us who does). Sam and I have always dreamed about making it big someday, but we live in Minnesota. There's barely any punks, or even anyone who likes our music.
That's our dream, but my dream is to meet the best and coolest drummer in the whole entire universe, Tre Cool! That, and to meet my dad, but I don't talk about that dream, because I know it's not gonna happen.
