remembrance of Ballad
Two
As I woke up the next morning I didn't realize how much sleep I missed out on until now. My life has become a cycle of work and staying up late so I didn't have to think of my past. Kinda sucks, I know but It didn't bother me now that I think of it.
Yes, my name was Lisa Decker. I was married to the one and only Jorel Decker of Hollywood undead. But things happened and well, we separated. Mainly I can say it is my drinking or me not being there enough. I would not say he is to blame. Even rock stars make mistakes.
I drove myself to work, pulling my short black hair into a bun. My bangs fell into my face which gave me a mysterious look. I made a frown at the tacky brown pants and navy polo shirt I had to wear to work. I was not happy about people telling me what to do but I put up with it anyway. I slid the my phone lock off to check the time and see if I had any messages. In which I did not.
I made my way to the register in which I worked day in and day our since the day I came to LA from Iowa. Now that I think of it, I miss Iowa dearly and would like to go back. I cannot have my life the way it is any longer. I cannot take the pain much more. But I will not go back. If my family suspects me of being an alcholoic again I will be shut out. And they are all I have. I cannot loose them. I went throughout my day Scanning items people bought. When I looked up last, I could have sworn I saw someone I knew. It could have been one of the guys but I haven't seen them in so long that I bet they wouldn't have recognized me. I have changed greatly since the last time we all saw each other. And that was when I had my divorce papers. I'm never going to forget that day. Or the looks on their faces when it all happened. I never want to remember that memory for ever long I live.
The drive home that night was silent. I was in no mood for music. And no music I had was the right tone of music for the night. I unlocked the apartment door and let myself in. The first thing that came to my mind was a shower. Being in a hot place with a 15 minute break is nothing. I walked myself to my bathroom, stripped myself of my uniform and ran the water. As i stepped in the warmth of the water made my back arch. I relaxed into my shower. I looked up and down my arms. My arms where lined with various tattoos. All important to me. I loved each and every one on my body. I looked down to my left hand where I had my fingers tattooed. All various masked of Hollywood undead. I smiled to myself when I saw the pictures of their masks. It always made me happy. I pulled myself out of my shower and wrapped a big white towel over my slim body. I walked across the hall and into my room to get dressed in underwear, Bra, pajama bottoms and a black tank top. I laid myself on my bed and curled up with a pillow. Quickly I checked the time, My phone read, one new message. Confused, I read the text
"You look beautiful as I remember Lisa"
My mind began to panic. I began to wonder who had sent me this text. I shut my phone off in an instant and fell asleep letting my worries fade away
Yes, my name was Lisa Decker. I was married to the one and only Jorel Decker of Hollywood undead. But things happened and well, we separated. Mainly I can say it is my drinking or me not being there enough. I would not say he is to blame. Even rock stars make mistakes.
I drove myself to work, pulling my short black hair into a bun. My bangs fell into my face which gave me a mysterious look. I made a frown at the tacky brown pants and navy polo shirt I had to wear to work. I was not happy about people telling me what to do but I put up with it anyway. I slid the my phone lock off to check the time and see if I had any messages. In which I did not.
I made my way to the register in which I worked day in and day our since the day I came to LA from Iowa. Now that I think of it, I miss Iowa dearly and would like to go back. I cannot have my life the way it is any longer. I cannot take the pain much more. But I will not go back. If my family suspects me of being an alcholoic again I will be shut out. And they are all I have. I cannot loose them. I went throughout my day Scanning items people bought. When I looked up last, I could have sworn I saw someone I knew. It could have been one of the guys but I haven't seen them in so long that I bet they wouldn't have recognized me. I have changed greatly since the last time we all saw each other. And that was when I had my divorce papers. I'm never going to forget that day. Or the looks on their faces when it all happened. I never want to remember that memory for ever long I live.
The drive home that night was silent. I was in no mood for music. And no music I had was the right tone of music for the night. I unlocked the apartment door and let myself in. The first thing that came to my mind was a shower. Being in a hot place with a 15 minute break is nothing. I walked myself to my bathroom, stripped myself of my uniform and ran the water. As i stepped in the warmth of the water made my back arch. I relaxed into my shower. I looked up and down my arms. My arms where lined with various tattoos. All important to me. I loved each and every one on my body. I looked down to my left hand where I had my fingers tattooed. All various masked of Hollywood undead. I smiled to myself when I saw the pictures of their masks. It always made me happy. I pulled myself out of my shower and wrapped a big white towel over my slim body. I walked across the hall and into my room to get dressed in underwear, Bra, pajama bottoms and a black tank top. I laid myself on my bed and curled up with a pillow. Quickly I checked the time, My phone read, one new message. Confused, I read the text
"You look beautiful as I remember Lisa"
My mind began to panic. I began to wonder who had sent me this text. I shut my phone off in an instant and fell asleep letting my worries fade away
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I am needing Girlfriends for Hollywood undead. First come first serve. (all members but J-dog)