ok so heres the last bit of my family story. *hides behind mum* dont hurt me because its over, theres gonna be another story with our wacky family in it that i'm working on. so heres the final chapter of the story with out further ado
*four months later*
I wiped my lip free of blood as I let out a deep breath of concentration. It was a hot june day, the humidity in the air was enough to sufficate any ounce of breath from the throng of people. My knees began to shake as Rob handed me his bag of crushed up chalk. I took some in my hands and rubbed my drumsticks with them.
"are you nervous?"
Rob asked me in a low voice as I went through the warm ups that he taught me. I nodded my head yes. I was too afraid to say anything for fear of puking on anyone in the vicinity.
"Good, that means your ready. Keep it tight, your the leader."
I nodded, taking the words in as if they were the last things that I'd ever hear. I then felt my cracked lips bleed again. Rob gave me a kiss on the forehead.
"Get in there, you can do it."
He said with a smile as he gave me a little nudge to join my uncles in the circle. They welcomed me. they gave me reassuring smiles. I lett out a deep breath. The circle broke and we trooped on stage. My heart almost stopped at the number of people out there. It had to be over two thousand people! My heart pounded up in my throat. This was my comming of age. With a nod from Mike I started playing an all familiar rythem on the set. One that I've played a million times before. For the first time in my life of being able to play the drums with more feeling then thinking. It felt like i was doing the right thing, my muscles reacting to something that was like my martial arts techniques, like it was apart of me. there was a pause after the song ended. I took a long drink from the water bottle.
"I know you guys who've been with us for a while will have noticed that Rob's not playing drums with us today."
I focused on one of the snares.
"That's his daughter Mel. I know you guys wont be dissapointed in her."
I then continued to play. Never before was I so foucsed and concentrated to perfection before. Thats cuz I knew my dad wouldnt settle for anything less. I had to be perfect because now I was finally able to get my dream.
*normal POV*
The house was empty. its roaring silence was driving fribby mad. He turned over in his bed gingerly, the bruises that Mel had given him months ago were still there along with his three fractured ribs, were still there. He had realized only a fraction of a seccond too late that Mel would have killed him if Coach collins hadnt pulled her away from him. He shook his head, that look in her eyes was that of pure anger and chaos and determination that he had seen a few times that he watched his father drum. Frowning, he looked at the picture across the room where he was used to seeing Mel laying on her bed, playing with her drumsticks or sleeping with her favorite stuffed animal. Just like that his family was gone. Everything he loved and wanted was gone. He couldnt do anything to bring it back. Feeling helpless, he turned his stare towards the ceiling. in the next room over, he could hear sarah sniffing and on the other side of his wall he heard nothing. He clicked the radio on to some obscure rock station that he liked to listen to. His frown deepened, giving him the the spitting image of his father. on the station was Mel's favorite song that, for once, wasnt a LP song. Smirking back at the picture, he got up slowly and walked across the room as he ran his fingers over the frame of the picture. His fingers feeling the cold steel frame as he muttered the words of Mel's favorite blond haired singer that she dreamed about being able to preform on stage with.
"is our time gone forever, nothing else seems to matter
sit and watch the sun die, goodbye
Feeling uninspired, left alone and tired
Waking up to nothing, I need something
I cant say goodbye foreveer
But I'll say good bye for now..."
Fribby took in a deep breath as the words came out shaky, his hand trembling over the frame.
"This time like the last time, its over
I'm leaving this behind.
Walls are closing in now, I'm walking through it somehow
waking with nothing, give me something
I've lost all sense of meaning, staring ath the ceiling
No longer believing everything
I cant say good bye forever
But I'll say goodbye for now...
This time like the last time, its over
I'm leaving this behind."
His mind was going a million milles a second. He couldnt think any more. sometimes he wished that he'd been born into a compleatly normal family.
"I cant stand another day without you
But I have to walk away
infatuations got me crazy
Desperation makes me stay
I'm leaving this behind
This time like the last time, its over
I'm leaving this behind.
I've taken all that I can take
So I'm leaving this behind
I'm leaving this behind."
Fribby picked up the picture and hurled it at the oppasite wall, watching it shatter. He fell to his knees amongst the shards of broken glass. He coughed hard, his throat dry and his knuckles bleed from the bits of glass breaking his skin. But that was it. There was nothing else he could do to fix this discombobulated family, it was over.
-------fin-------
i hoped you guys liked this story as much as I liked writing it. but of course I have another family story thats going up so make sure to check it out. I want to thank my family for reading it, Rav, fribby, fox and sarah. and to Rob whos a good sport if he knows about these stories and havent had me and rav arrested yet. Also the lyrics are from Mest's song This Time. my favorite song thats not a LP song.