i put in my ear buds and turn the music up. way up. i listen to the words and think of nothing else. when i find myself thinking, i turn the music up louder. i block out the thoughts that hurt me. i block out the world.
my parents fight in the room next to mine. the walls are so thin i could hear everything they say. its all the same shi*. so i turn up my music louder.
today we were supposed to go get my braces off. But their to distracted with their crap to think of me. i turn up the music.
i stair up at my ceiling with the pink flowers painted on from when i was five. last week my mom was supposed to take me to the store to buy new paint. she said we could make it our little project. but she was too “caught up at work”. i turn up the music louder.
the music is blaring in my ears. louder than any concert i was supposed to go to, but didn’t. so loud i might go def. that might be good.
im lost in the music. so loud, any thoughts die instantly in my mind. i feel movement on my bed. i open my eyes to see criss.
“where is everyone?” he asks
i look out the window and see that both cars are gone.
i shrug.
criss look at me. trying to read me. he is so good at it.
tears run down my face. tears i didnt even know i was crying. if criss wasn’t here i would go back to my music. but its okay, because its criss.
he pulls me onto his lap, and i cry into his shoulder.
i block out the world.
my world without Syble is not a world i want to live in.
so i block it out.
with my music
and with criss
i block out the world.





