..just to hold you close and tight...(a gd/mcr tale)
by xoCREATUREofTHEnightxo on December 19, 2006
note:this fragile story contains no slash. you won't find any of that here.
I sat there and wept. Wallowing in self hatred is an ugly thing. Contemplating whether or not I should as i clutched that rusty razor so tightly.
Things were so different back then. I wanted to end it all. To end my life. Looking back on that terrifying evening that changed my life forever as i carried Flum to our van gave me a sense of accomplishment. This band had saved my life.Flum, by the way, is my guitar. My beautiful daisy rock stratocaster that I baby as if it were my child. I set her down and slid her underneath my rickety wooden bunk. "Why cram it up here with us when there's a perfectly good trailer for it?" asked Hailey. Hailey is the rhythm guitarist of my band. We met through our brothers who played football together. We liked the same bands, had the same interests and even had the same name. Although mine was spelled H-A-Y-L-E-Y. I gave her a somewhat annoyed look. Now why in the bloody hell would i want to put my baby where i could not see her? and why would Hailey refer to her as "it"? I am a firm believer that when something is held so close to you the majority of the time and makes your living, it deserves some damn personification. Having explained this to my fellow bandmate many times already, she simply shrugged and put her stuff in the trunk. We were setting off on our very first, very low-budget tour ever. In a volkswagon "hippie van" with a small equipment trailor in tow, we were about to embark on the most significant adventure of our lives. Although, we didn't yet know it.
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