Over Again

It was 7:00 on the morning. I had gone to sleep at 1:15. Yep. I had my earbuds plugged in, and I was listening to Philip Phillips' new song, Blazing Fire.

So c'mon, c'mon, c'mon,
won't you turn my soul,
into a blazing fire.

To be honest I've never really heard any of Zayn and his bands songs. Maybe I've heard like, one accidentally and didn't realize it, but other than that, nope.

Zayn always did have a great voice, though.

My mind told me I wasn't hungry, but my belly told me otherwise. But, I was lazy. So I agreed with my mind. I laid, upside down, on my bed, my feet on the dashboard.

Na na na na na,
into a blazing fire...

I hummed along to the words with my eyes closed. My hair was spread out in all different angles.

"I like that song." My eyes snapped opened and I groaned. "Leave me alone," I growled at Zayn.

"You haven't changed a bit," he shakes his head with a smile. I raise an eyebrow, and he reconsiders. "I- uh, I mean the way you sit." I nodded, closing my eyes again. I suppose I liked him being back, though I still was mad at him. I liked his company.

"Shouldn't you be at a university? You're, what, twenty, nineteen?" I stopped the music, sitting upright with my legs crossed now. I looked into my lap, shaking my head. "Did you decide not to? I thought you wanted to go, that's why you always worked so hard."

"Not necessarily." I looked up at him, and he had confusion smacked all over his face. "Since you've been gone, [Haha, see what I did there?] my grades had dropped. I barely made it to senior and junior year. I graduated, barely, but no colleges would take me. I was a dumbass now." I frowned at a poster of Ed Sheeran on the wall.

And she's in the class A team,
stuck in her daydream,
been the way since 18.

But lately her face seems,
slowly sinking,
wasting,
crumbling like pastries.

I looked back at Zayn and he had a sympathetic look on his face. I looked over and saw a picture of Maroon 5.

"Then Mum got laid off, and you know that she made money, only enough for us to get by and little extra. Dad steals her money, or any money he can find here, takes it to the casino, and then I had to find someway to provide for us," I looked at Zayn, dead in the brown of his eye. "I was the oldest, most responsible, until you left. Then it was like Caleb was, and yet, both he and I fight." I put my hand on my head.

"I shouldn't have let him. He should've stayed home." I start to hiperventilate. The walls starting to close in on me.

Not again.

I start to see dark spots, and soon enough, I can't see anything. I hear one last thing.

"Caleb!" and then the world goes black.

Notes

I keep disappearing on you guys, I'm sorry! Love you!