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Saving You From Yourself -2"Jack? Where are you going?" I called from the side-stage with a queasy feeling in the pit of my stomach as I watched him walk away towards the bus. "We just started sound check!" He shrugged numbly, twirling a drum stick in his right hand as he walked further and further away. Why he wanted to skip out on the sound check was no mystery to me but it was still eluding the men about us, making them slowly grow to dislike Jack for his lack of manners and generally pissy moods. He had his good days, just like the rest of us but the thing that upset me most was that Jack had mostly bad days. There were times when a frown hardly ever left hisSaving You From Yourself -2
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Saving You From YourselfI watched him rocket back another pain pill in hopes of shutting out the things he didn't want to hear. He opened his eyes for only a moment before shutting them again as if he were waiting for the pill to explode in his stomach. And the sad thing was that he probably wanted that to happen. As his hair fell from his thin and handsome face I wanted him to open those chocolate eyes, turn around and go into the bathroom to vomit up the various numbers of pills in his stomach, and admit that he actually had a problem. But that was never going to happen. I'd known him for as long as I could remember. Since we were in elementary school we werSaving You From Yourself
by ~Grandpa-Katar
Balmy July -20-Nick walked at my side making sure that I was still there every few minutes. Was he afraid that I was going to disappear? A few time I thought that I felt his hand brush against mine but whenever I looked down his was a good foot from my own.Balmy July -20-
We claimed a bench quickly before I took a small amount of money from my stash to buy a ticket. The woman at the delapitated building didn't ask why I was going to the city or even ask for an ID from behind the slightly dirty bullet-proof window. Everything about her screamed how much she didn't want to be there. Her bright blond hair was in a half-pony that looked like she had ran out of things t
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