All The Wounds That Are Ever Gonna Scar Me
How Can I Decide On What's Right?
Autumn's POV
"What?" I couldn't believe it. He was making me choose.
"You heard me."
God dammit.
"I need to think." I pulled out of his embrace and ran out before he could see me cry. I booked it down the stairs and into the car. I didn't plan on going anywhere, I just needed a place to think.
Ugh. Bert would know what to do. I wonder if he's watching me right now from heaven...
"Bert, what do I do? I wish you here right now. You made everything easier." I spoke slowly. On the dashboard sat a CD with a cover that had 'The Used' written on it. Bert left it in the car when he was showing me his band's demos. I gasped and reached for it, as if it might try and run away from me.
I pushed the CD into the slot and turned the car on so I could listen to it. It was kinda like a mix CD, I thought. All of my favorite songs were on it. I picked up the case and examined it closely. On the paper inside, someone had written the names of all the members. Bert McCracken, Quinn Allman, Jeph Howard, and Dan Whitesides. There was a phone number underneath and an address. The address looked similar to Bert's, same town and street. The phone number had the same area code, too. Hmm...
I picked up my phone and dialed the number out of curiosity. After three rungs, someone finally answered.
"Hello?" A male voice that seemed about my age answered.
"Uh... Hi. Um, I don't think you know me, but, uh, I'm a friend of Bert's." I started. So far so good.
"Cool! Are you Autumn?"
"Yeah, how did ya know?"
"Bert talks about you. A lot. Speaking of which where is he? I wanna talk to him." Oh shit.
"Umm... He, um.... That's kinda what I was calling about. He's dead." I said softly. The first thing that followed was silence.
"Damn. I didn't think anything could take that guy down." He breathed. If only he knew why he died.
"I know. He was the toughest kid I ever met." I sighed.
"Did I miss the funeral?"
"Yeah, but we buried him recently. In case you wanna come say goodbye." I offered.
"I'll try. I'm Quinn by the way."
"Cool, so you're in The Used?"
"Yeah, I play guitar."
"Awesome. Bert showed me your demos. You guys are phenomenal."
"Wow, thanks! Glad you like it."
"Loved it. I gotta go, but I'll keep in touch, okay?"
"Sure. See ya"
"Bye."
Talking to Quinn helped a bit, but I still couldn't make a decision. My eyes began to droop tiredly. I positioned myself comfortably on seat and began to drift away.
"What?" I couldn't believe it. He was making me choose.
"You heard me."
God dammit.
"I need to think." I pulled out of his embrace and ran out before he could see me cry. I booked it down the stairs and into the car. I didn't plan on going anywhere, I just needed a place to think.
Ugh. Bert would know what to do. I wonder if he's watching me right now from heaven...
"Bert, what do I do? I wish you here right now. You made everything easier." I spoke slowly. On the dashboard sat a CD with a cover that had 'The Used' written on it. Bert left it in the car when he was showing me his band's demos. I gasped and reached for it, as if it might try and run away from me.
I pushed the CD into the slot and turned the car on so I could listen to it. It was kinda like a mix CD, I thought. All of my favorite songs were on it. I picked up the case and examined it closely. On the paper inside, someone had written the names of all the members. Bert McCracken, Quinn Allman, Jeph Howard, and Dan Whitesides. There was a phone number underneath and an address. The address looked similar to Bert's, same town and street. The phone number had the same area code, too. Hmm...
I picked up my phone and dialed the number out of curiosity. After three rungs, someone finally answered.
"Hello?" A male voice that seemed about my age answered.
"Uh... Hi. Um, I don't think you know me, but, uh, I'm a friend of Bert's." I started. So far so good.
"Cool! Are you Autumn?"
"Yeah, how did ya know?"
"Bert talks about you. A lot. Speaking of which where is he? I wanna talk to him." Oh shit.
"Umm... He, um.... That's kinda what I was calling about. He's dead." I said softly. The first thing that followed was silence.
"Damn. I didn't think anything could take that guy down." He breathed. If only he knew why he died.
"I know. He was the toughest kid I ever met." I sighed.
"Did I miss the funeral?"
"Yeah, but we buried him recently. In case you wanna come say goodbye." I offered.
"I'll try. I'm Quinn by the way."
"Cool, so you're in The Used?"
"Yeah, I play guitar."
"Awesome. Bert showed me your demos. You guys are phenomenal."
"Wow, thanks! Glad you like it."
"Loved it. I gotta go, but I'll keep in touch, okay?"
"Sure. See ya"
"Bye."
Talking to Quinn helped a bit, but I still couldn't make a decision. My eyes began to droop tiredly. I positioned myself comfortably on seat and began to drift away.
Up-up-update?
4/21/14