"Alex you haven't gone mad. I'm here little brother"
Don't move
Alex and Jack were in the car on their way to Alex's mums house. They were sitting in the silence and holding hands, Alex was shaking as Jack was driving, Jack had to let go of the older boys hand and turned on the music, in the CD player there was an old demo the boys had given to anyone that could help them.
Alex's voice had flooded the car,
Inquisitive and thoughtful,
She was the challenge he'd been waiting for
A reminder that creativity runs deep, like secrets
Dark eyed dreamers - they were a dangerous pair
"Q" next to "U", scribbled out on paper
They stop
They go
They're done
Go back to the place we knew before
Retrace our steps to the basement door
I'll ask you if the rain still makes you smile
Like so much time that we spent in the fall,
Alex reached to the stereo, "Why the fuck were you listening to that Jack? You know we don't have a fucking chance anymore."
"Alexander William Gaskarth, you know damn well we've got a beter chance to become rock stars than we do getting Zack to actually lift weights and stop being such a fat fuck. Now put a fucking smile on or whatever you want to do, it is your brothers birthday." Jack said as he pulled into the Gaskarth's driveway."
Jack and Alex walked into the house with their hands intertwinded whispering about how dark it was on the inside. Alex flipped on a lightswitch by the door.
"Jack all I have to say to you is that they expect me to be Daniel. To be dressed up as myself to live in the shadow of who I'm supposed to be."
Alex and Jack walked into the kitchen, that's where all the other light in the house was coming from and as they entered the kitchen there stood Peter Gaskarth with a handgun pointed at the two boys, he moved it slightly to the left and shot Alex in the chest.
Alex fell instantly, Jack screamed at the top of his lungs.
"Don't move faggot, or you'll get it too." Peter spoke in a hushsed tone.
Jack was crying and couldn't stop. "don't move? don't move?" Jack couldn't even breathe, how could he move, he knew he was about to faint, the room around him got dimmer, he could hear the sirens blairing and soon enough everything went dark.
Alex's voice had flooded the car,
Inquisitive and thoughtful,
She was the challenge he'd been waiting for
A reminder that creativity runs deep, like secrets
Dark eyed dreamers - they were a dangerous pair
"Q" next to "U", scribbled out on paper
They stop
They go
They're done
Go back to the place we knew before
Retrace our steps to the basement door
I'll ask you if the rain still makes you smile
Like so much time that we spent in the fall,
Alex reached to the stereo, "Why the fuck were you listening to that Jack? You know we don't have a fucking chance anymore."
"Alexander William Gaskarth, you know damn well we've got a beter chance to become rock stars than we do getting Zack to actually lift weights and stop being such a fat fuck. Now put a fucking smile on or whatever you want to do, it is your brothers birthday." Jack said as he pulled into the Gaskarth's driveway."
Jack and Alex walked into the house with their hands intertwinded whispering about how dark it was on the inside. Alex flipped on a lightswitch by the door.
"Jack all I have to say to you is that they expect me to be Daniel. To be dressed up as myself to live in the shadow of who I'm supposed to be."
Alex and Jack walked into the kitchen, that's where all the other light in the house was coming from and as they entered the kitchen there stood Peter Gaskarth with a handgun pointed at the two boys, he moved it slightly to the left and shot Alex in the chest.
Alex fell instantly, Jack screamed at the top of his lungs.
"Don't move faggot, or you'll get it too." Peter spoke in a hushsed tone.
Jack was crying and couldn't stop. "don't move? don't move?" Jack couldn't even breathe, how could he move, he knew he was about to faint, the room around him got dimmer, he could hear the sirens blairing and soon enough everything went dark.
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3/27/14