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Brian Douglas Wilson The only thing that took my interest that night was my train of thought. Horrid, unsettling thoughts that held my self-control and fed on it, seeming as though it enjoyed the pain I experienced. They didn’t stop, never took a break, echoing voices and small dancing memories that cause you to shutter. They were indescribable as well, something others wouldn’t understand. Of course, I knew this for a fact, the band had proven it. I knew that they noticed my struggles, but they never attempted to look further into it. Just, “another one of my phases.”

That morning, the recording studio seemed to be filled with more noise and frustration than usual. I sat cooped up in a metal fold out chair, watching all four of …show more content…

I crippled down into a pit of confusion and sadness. Although this happened often, it always seemed to hit home hard as the months progressed. I arrived home and tossed myself into the soft comfort of my bed. Curled up into a ball, I tightened and released my grip on my white covers repeatedly, my body slowly dozing in and out of slumber as I watched small ripples in the outdoor pool shine upon my bedroom wall, the moonlight brightening it. Slowly the whispers began developing, and I allowed them. I needed to listen, they crowded my mind and maybe they were all right. So, there I sat in the silence. Jabbled words filled the room, they seemed to be everywhere. Woman, children, and men. I tensed at the words, trying to make out what they were telling me. In the background faint noises played, either from past songs the band and I had developed or ones that just kept coming. Threats or sarcastic remarks, occasional words remembered from my parents or enemies. They kept coming, intensifying by the second, getting louder and louder, until the point where... I snapped. I sat up and screamed into the darkness, pulling at my hair and kicking my feet, as if I were having some kind of a toddler tantrum. My breath quickened and my nose wrinkled, like how it always did when I got worked up. Slowly, and then all at once they stopped. My mind gathered in the silence, and I slammed back down into the pillow, turning my head into it, screaming once more until …show more content…

I opened my sleep encrusted eyes, my body groggy and still very tired. The sunlight poured in and blocked my vision for what seemed like quite a while. So I sat there, on my back, my arms and legs spread out in all directions. Once I regained focused, my head slowly turned to the sliding glass door, seeing all four band members wading into my pool in silence. I stared at them disappointedly, until they all looked back. With a shift and a grunt, I rolled myself out of bed, crossing to the door and opening it, stepping out into the warm air. The only source of sound that filled the air was the soft sound of car horns that illuminated from the city that lay down at the foot of the large hill my home was perched upon. Courageously, I walked past all of them, now becoming aware of the fact that I stand before them in only a white dress shirt and boxers. I held myself steady as I walked down the concrete steps and into the pool, walking deeper and deeper until I fulfilled my wanting of the water to reach my head. Dennis was the first to speak

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