Categories > Celebrities > Panic! At The Disco > dont fucking forget
3 months later
I stopped eating everyday, I sometimes give up and living all together I would just lay in my bed and stare at my ceiling.. My leaky water stained ceiling. Today it was storming like a bitch, I slowly sat up from my creaky wooden bed that I had made when I was about 14 it had a thin beat up mattress that hurt like a bitch, my room was small my bed shoved in the corner, a beat-up trumpet on the floor by my dirty window. A puddle of water on the floor from my stupid fucking ceiling. A picture of me, ryan, jon and spencer nailed to my wall my faced scratched out… I found it in my front yard a year ago, I have no idea who made it, who left it there or anything or who fucking scratched my face out. But now that picture represents my life, dad is still in the backyard as I love to say, no one has filled out a missing persons report and I wasn’t planing on it, I have no fucking idea where dad hid my moms body but I was still hoping she was safe… but when he came home with that bloody knife I knew what he did and I lost it… al I remember was screaming how I was going to fucking kill him and holding the gun to his head and him laughing telling me I couldn’t do it and red… the rest is all red I didn’t sleep that night I remember hiding him in my closet then when I decided it was late enough pulling him out into the rainy back yard from out shitty trailer house in the middle of no where was perfect at this small terrifying moment… I remember the mud, the mess the blood kicking his limp lifeless body into the 6 foot deep whole and smiling at the fact that he was gone and I gave justice to my mom. The phone rang and I snapped out of my memories in a instant
“h-hello?”
“a tornado is coming, go to the shelter” then they hung up, I have no idea who they are or why they are doing it but they have saved my life more than once. I grabbed my back pack with a pocket knife, a photo of me and ryan that is slightly beat up, a book of my moms a small tin box with about $300 in it basicly all my money, a pair of skinny jeans and a small shirt both in horrible shape the jeans and holes all over the place and the shirt and rips and looks like it came out of a dumpster but yet it was one of my best outfits. I got in my shitty car that broke down constantly I drove down to the road to a small shelter that was already surrounded by about 20 people from around the area that had no basement like me. A red head with a few freckles a tight shirt that showed off the little bit of curves she had ,she was very slim and she had on some shorts that went a little past her knee, and she had beautiful green eyes.
“oh my gosh brendon! I was worried you weren’t going to make it since you don’t have a weather radio or even a TV”
“hey julie, they called again… I really wonder who it is” she frowned and hugged me
“who ever it is will tell you soon enough, now lets get in the shelter!” me and her climb into the shelter it was tiny and now has about 20 to 25 people in it on the walls there was a poster for some band im sure no one knows and there was a shelf with some canned goods and a lantern. And little boy squeezed through the people who were so packed in that we barely had room to breath.
“brenn??” I saw who it was now Brandon or known as little B, before the whole thing with my dad happened I use to go out in the Trailer park that’s down the street from my place to hang out with people and Brandon thought I was so cool because we almost had the same name. he had greasy blonde hair with a baggy shirt and some shorts on today.
“little B!” I smile as I pick him up, he whined when he said
“im not little anymore!!! Im a big kid!” he hugged me again and put his hands on his hips
“mm sure you are” I set him down and he runs back to his mom
When the storm was finally over it was horrid the cover thing for the shelter was ripped off few homes where left standing, little B’s house was destroyed. But the few houses that were not destroyed are gunna be holding everyone I hear. I decided to go back to my place to see what was up. Once I got there my heart sank everything was gone.. Everything.
I got out to inspect what was going on. Everything is over my house, even though the worst memories where held in it… mine and ryans first time, when I killed dad, mom trying to save me lets herself get beat instead. All of those things are gone. I smiled then decided I should see if I can get any clothes, I get out of my car to go dig though stuff when I felt a huge smash on my head and everything went dark.
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woah woah woah, emily really does make more then one chapeters on storys?! yea ik shocker xD but any who um i like this story i hope you do to review if ya want :)
I stopped eating everyday, I sometimes give up and living all together I would just lay in my bed and stare at my ceiling.. My leaky water stained ceiling. Today it was storming like a bitch, I slowly sat up from my creaky wooden bed that I had made when I was about 14 it had a thin beat up mattress that hurt like a bitch, my room was small my bed shoved in the corner, a beat-up trumpet on the floor by my dirty window. A puddle of water on the floor from my stupid fucking ceiling. A picture of me, ryan, jon and spencer nailed to my wall my faced scratched out… I found it in my front yard a year ago, I have no idea who made it, who left it there or anything or who fucking scratched my face out. But now that picture represents my life, dad is still in the backyard as I love to say, no one has filled out a missing persons report and I wasn’t planing on it, I have no fucking idea where dad hid my moms body but I was still hoping she was safe… but when he came home with that bloody knife I knew what he did and I lost it… al I remember was screaming how I was going to fucking kill him and holding the gun to his head and him laughing telling me I couldn’t do it and red… the rest is all red I didn’t sleep that night I remember hiding him in my closet then when I decided it was late enough pulling him out into the rainy back yard from out shitty trailer house in the middle of no where was perfect at this small terrifying moment… I remember the mud, the mess the blood kicking his limp lifeless body into the 6 foot deep whole and smiling at the fact that he was gone and I gave justice to my mom. The phone rang and I snapped out of my memories in a instant
“h-hello?”
“a tornado is coming, go to the shelter” then they hung up, I have no idea who they are or why they are doing it but they have saved my life more than once. I grabbed my back pack with a pocket knife, a photo of me and ryan that is slightly beat up, a book of my moms a small tin box with about $300 in it basicly all my money, a pair of skinny jeans and a small shirt both in horrible shape the jeans and holes all over the place and the shirt and rips and looks like it came out of a dumpster but yet it was one of my best outfits. I got in my shitty car that broke down constantly I drove down to the road to a small shelter that was already surrounded by about 20 people from around the area that had no basement like me. A red head with a few freckles a tight shirt that showed off the little bit of curves she had ,she was very slim and she had on some shorts that went a little past her knee, and she had beautiful green eyes.
“oh my gosh brendon! I was worried you weren’t going to make it since you don’t have a weather radio or even a TV”
“hey julie, they called again… I really wonder who it is” she frowned and hugged me
“who ever it is will tell you soon enough, now lets get in the shelter!” me and her climb into the shelter it was tiny and now has about 20 to 25 people in it on the walls there was a poster for some band im sure no one knows and there was a shelf with some canned goods and a lantern. And little boy squeezed through the people who were so packed in that we barely had room to breath.
“brenn??” I saw who it was now Brandon or known as little B, before the whole thing with my dad happened I use to go out in the Trailer park that’s down the street from my place to hang out with people and Brandon thought I was so cool because we almost had the same name. he had greasy blonde hair with a baggy shirt and some shorts on today.
“little B!” I smile as I pick him up, he whined when he said
“im not little anymore!!! Im a big kid!” he hugged me again and put his hands on his hips
“mm sure you are” I set him down and he runs back to his mom
When the storm was finally over it was horrid the cover thing for the shelter was ripped off few homes where left standing, little B’s house was destroyed. But the few houses that were not destroyed are gunna be holding everyone I hear. I decided to go back to my place to see what was up. Once I got there my heart sank everything was gone.. Everything.
I got out to inspect what was going on. Everything is over my house, even though the worst memories where held in it… mine and ryans first time, when I killed dad, mom trying to save me lets herself get beat instead. All of those things are gone. I smiled then decided I should see if I can get any clothes, I get out of my car to go dig though stuff when I felt a huge smash on my head and everything went dark.
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woah woah woah, emily really does make more then one chapeters on storys?! yea ik shocker xD but any who um i like this story i hope you do to review if ya want :)
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