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Tuesday, December 13, 2005
Broken Home, Broken Life, Broken Child-Part 6-Dearly Beloved Are You Listening?
when i woke up the next morning Tuck was outside in the alleyway smoking a cigeratte. i had no more left cause i smoked em all last nite. i was gonna fuck rip off my cast, it was soooo bothersum and i had zero patience and no time 2 worry. plus, i couldnt really protect myslef from the harshness of the streets with it on. Tuck handed me a cigeratte. "good morning, my pissed punk friend." Tuck said as he puffed his cugeratte. "piss off, im not in a very good mood." i said lighting my cigeratte. He knew i was in a bad mood. i always went out 2 think when i was in a bad mood, just like last nite. me and Tuck were not sure what we were gonna do here in the city. we had 2 stay in the getto, and the gang back in the suburbs were waiting for us. but i wasnt sure if i wanted 2 go back. but i really didnt wanna stay either. "Tuck" i said putting out my cigeratte on my cast. "im gonna buy a car" throwing it 2 the ground. Tuck looked over 2 me took a puff and said, "what r u gonna do with it?" he blew the smoke outta his mouth. "i dunno leave" i said dully. Tuck's eyes widened as he through his cigeratte 2 the ground, "leave? oh no Kurt we cant leave our stompin ground, your the leader here, u cant leave!!!!" he argued. "WHAT THE FUCK AM I GONNA DO HERE TUCK!?!? I HAVE NUTHIN LEFT, NO WHERE 2 GO, IM GOING CRAZY!!!!" i yelled, oops, 4got my bi-polar med. i turned away and went up the stairs 2 take my meds and came back down. Tuck was standing ther. he was giving a very dirty look. i knew he was mad. what was i gonna do? i didnt wanna stay here. By the time it was 1:00 me and Tuck were walking down the sidewalks of the neighborhood. when we got 2 the better part of town we saw all the yuppie buisness assholes who enslaved the whole world. i wanted 2 kill them all. but i just gave them dirty looks. it was really wierd, all those coservative rich men and women and me and Tuck 2 rebel-assed punk-rockers enclothed in black and eyeliner. awkward, very awkward. at eleven thirty we came around a weird lil place with shops and dealerships. i saw a car dealership and Tuck knew that ment i was gonna run in and buy one. i didnt need a Mercades but sumthing decent. but i passed it but i did manage 2 remember the address. 729 Yerning Lane. Around the time the city started liting up we got back 2 the Rockers' Hideaway. we didnt bother 2 hit the club but 2 rather just go upstairs. we watched Headbangers Ball for a little while and Tuck asked me a question, it was this question that would start sumthing brutal...
"Kurt, what the fuck are we gonna do if we leave?" "I dont know" i redered, not wanting 2 talk about it, "Well, i would like 2 know, its kinda my life 2!!!" he yelled back, getting up from the bed where he was sitting. "for the millionth fucking time, i dont know get off my fucking back!!! i yelled getting up 2. Tuck fot back, "what has gotten into u!??! what happened 2 the Kurt i knew all these years, i dont know whats rong with you!!!" i looked into Tucks eyes, i was so
overwhelled, we were fitng, me and Tuck were fiting omg, but the silence broken when i said quietly, "what isnt wrong with me Tuck?" he looked at me. we were choking up with that line. "now Kurt, come on, your not that bad man, i told u it was gonna be alrite, and it will be. i promise." his eyes we heavy, i could tell. wet with his tears. his voice was shakey, hanging on while sadness pulled him down, his voice going so quiet, keeping him from talking. i continued, tears from my eyes, "Tuck, i know u said youve always been there, and i know we have been best friend a damn long time, but i fuckin dont know u anymore!!!" i was so mad. i knocked everthing of a table then i took Tuck by the scrff of his Green Day hoodie and looked him very stern in the eye, "Tuck, u r not gonna dictate me, i know we have 2 stick 2gether, but in truth i dont need u.......ill nvr need u, but hey i could use the company." i through him against the wall and walked out the door slamming it. he cried. id nvr seen him cry more. i know i was terrible 2 him but i was sooo mad. he just thought he could tell me off. i did fear 4 his safely. he mite go off the deep end. but i was sooo mad that cancelled that out. i went back 2 that parking garage. i sat in the stairway again just as b4. and i smoked some more ciggerates. again with the fite playing around with all the other shit that happened. it was piling up. i knew it was gonna. i cut my arm, at the way up this time, not worring about the pain but more about Tuck. i ran back 2 the Rockers' Hideaway. on the way i sang a lil song 2 myslef...
on the way
2 save the day
srry u didnt c it my way
gonna save your ass
not gonna let it pass
cant lose u
i need u
u r wat keep me sain
my mind from the darkness
my flesh from the pain
cant leave me
leave me out in the rain
im comming
im comming
dont leave me alone
found out what u meant
when i left my broken home
i got outside the buliding. and alot of people were around the window on the 3 floor, and sure as hell, Tuck was on the fire escape with a noose around his neck. he was gonna commit suiside. i had 2 stop him.........but how.......i ran up the stairs and i kicked the door in2 our room. "TUCK!!!!" i yelled runnig toward him. he pulled out a gun serious and crying, dont cum any closer, or ill shot u then jump. oh my god, what was i gonna do?
2 be continued
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