The Singer's City

My drawings quickly took a turn for the worse. I would draw a lovely girl with flowing hair and a dress, only to reach for the red and black and give her demonic eyes and a bloodstained dress and hands. A puppy would have bloody sockets for eyes, and ribs showing. It was like I no longer had control over my art. My hands worked by themselves.
Clearly, my preferred therapy wasnt working. With a groan, I shut the book and layed back on my bed, listening to my music.
After about a minute, Ash walked in."Hey, what's up? I had a kid to talk to after school, sorry I couldn't drive you home. What happened?" He asked gently, switching to guidance counselor mode. I groaned loudly. "That bad?" I dragged my hands down my face. "What was it?"
"I was pissed at life so I didn't want to walk home. When I was going upstairs to get Andy I knocked into a kid who grabbed me quite rudely," I replied, slinging my legs over the side of my bad.
"You're not telling me everything."
"Do I have to?"
"As your guidance counselor and one of your caretakers, I'm obliged to the truth."
"You're annoying."
"Teenager for 'I love you.'"
"Don't get your hopes up."
I sighed.
"OK, fine. It was a kid from Suburbia. He grabbed me and gave me a threat from their Jesus. Said I could run and hide, but I wouldn't make it out alive. Shit like that."
He frowned. I saw his cheek jump and eye twitch. "Thats harrasment on school grounds. I have to report this to Jake."
"No, you don't. I don't need special treatment because I live here."
"Its not special treatment. This is a death threat from a gang."
"I can take care of myself."
"Sass doesn't trump guns."
"You're one to talk."
He sighed. "Do what you like. But its going to be your funeral, and our guilt."
So he was trying to guilt trip me now. Nice. "I'll do what I feel is right."
He grunted. "Whatever. I'll be in the basement if you need me." With that, he left. I watched him go.
With a sigh, I pushed myself back onto my bed. I took out my phone and opened the tumblr app. I scrolled through my feed, full of bands and Fandoms and drawings. I reblogged and liked a lot of pictures, considering how perfect my feed was. I had refined the people I followed a lot, but I still followed almost 500. I had made a few friends on here, which I messaged now.
xxdarksecondsxx: "How's Danny and the new school?"
"Danny's fine. He still eats like a pig, but what can you do. Theres a bunch of hipsters at the school, but all my teachers belong to bands, so thats cool." I replied. I didn't mention anything about Suburbia. She wouldn't really know about it either. I looked at my next message.
glaceytalia: "JEREMIKE"
"Kellic. Now stfu." I quickly typed back. Ship battles weren't too rare in conversations between us. She was a bit more passonate, being that I was an asexual and stuff. Glace's sexuality is quite a mystery though.
Next
patrick-hump: "FOREVER OUR CHILD PEANUT STUMP"
"YAS OUR BABY. ALSO JELLY WENTZ." Patrick-hump was really weird, and so was I. No suprise how weird our convos were. That happens when you're too obssesed with too many things. I smiled a bit. My friends were awesome.
But that same smile was gone the moment I saw the next message.

Notes

All the tumblrs mentioned here are real and actually belong to friends of mine. you should follow them. Mine is dragon-fandom-music just btw X3

Also here's the girl that Epril drew (I was really bored so i made a crappy sketch with markers):