It was all a blur when I snapped.

I slam the bass down onto the stage and screamed out ‘Fuck you!’ to those untalented sleazebags standing from their tables and seats.

 


I couldn’t tell what Reed’s or Trish’s face was after my sudden outburst.

Probably shocked, I’d imagine.

Though what came next wasn’t what I expected.




“NO ONE WANTS TO FUCK YOU BITCH!”



 

…

A blood vein makes its presence known on my forehead.

That’s it.



I bent down to pick up my bass at the same time I grabbed Trish’s wrist to follow along with me off the stage.
After we were out of sight, I let go of her arm and ran back into the music classroom.
I didn’t even bother turning back as Trish’s stunned voice calls to me.


I’m so fucking done with this.



I hate my life.


This was a mistake.


I’ll never be good.

 



My mind was shrouded with self-deprecating thoughts that sunk me further, and deeper into my
own figurative pit as I shoved the bass into its case. I started to breathe heavily, nearly causing myself to choke up as tears threatened to
escape from the corners of my eyes. My hands clenched tightly on the dark, leathered case.

 

I don’t want to break down here. And I don’t need Trish and Reed to find me bawling on the floor.



I burst out of the classroom and ran down the empty hallways that were slightly illuminated from the sun, peering into the windows.
Once I made it into the grand foyer of the main entrance, I couldn’t help but discernibly make out a sudden roar that reverberated across the halls. 


Wasting no time, I pushed out the front doors and stepped down the slope of stairs as quickly while trying not to trip and tumble down the stairway.


…


I have arrived.

I’m mad.

I’m angry.

I’m out of breath.

I’m tired.

I’m exhausted.



Eyeliner and makeup already trailing down my cheeks, subtle ounces of blood spilling out of my palm. I glance at my hands to see the mess.

Raptor Jesus… I can’t let my parents see me like this..


Carefully turning the knob without getting my blood stain on it, I prepare and make a run for it to my bedroom.
My wings wrapped around me as a shield, blocking any view from looking inside.

My mom spots me as I rush inside with a feather like cloak around me.




“ Lucy? “ Her voice, soft and concerning.

 

My eyes shrunk as I stop midway on the stairs. Fuck.. Not right now…

My breath hitched before clearing my throat, trying to remain calm and respond in the most natural way I could without revealing how close I was to crying my night away.

“Yeah?”

“Did your concert go very well? Your brother told me that he left since you didn’t want him to ruin your show. He doesn’t know how it went but could you tell us how it we-”

My weariness ceased as anger slowly crept up to me at the mention of my fucking brother. 

 

The one who brought those fucking dipshits in the first place. 


My corners of my lips lift to reveal the sharp teeth against each other before interrupting her mid-sentence.

“It went fine.” I retort.



A moment of tension filled the air. I eventually let out a sigh to break the silence.



“... I’m gonna go to the bathroom, and then I’m going to bed. Good night.”



I stormed up to the bathroom to clean my face and hands off. Closing the door, I turned the cold knob on and cleaned my slightly bloodied palms.
After that, splashing cold water onto my face felt awakening and oddly refreshing. After drying my face and palms, I let out a satisfactory sigh.
I feel refreshed but at the same time tired and sore from running all the way from school to home.

Carefully opening the bathroom door so that I don’t draw attention to my parents, I stealthily sneak into my bedroom and close the door gently.

I remove my boots and set them close by my bed, taking off my spiked crest-band and tossing it into the dark space of the room.
I throw myself onto the bed without tucking myself into the blanket and let out a heavy exhale.
With my eyelids drooping with great weight, I let myself be swept away in the slumber of my exhausted body.

Haaahh… 

 

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