No Clue Why You Left
Numb
When tour started back up I was beyond relieved. The house reminded me too much of Addi. It seemed like she had imprinted on the house, everything reminding me of her. Probably because she had spent more time in the house then I had. Every little details screamed her name, painful memories welling up inside of me like a black hole, ready to suck me down at every chance it got.
As the bus was leaving for the next venue Mikey asked me if I knew what paraphernalia was. I didn't. Hugging Addi's pillow closer to myself, I thought of other things. Pink lilies, Purple cherries, a blue bandit.
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The show that night was amazing, as they always were. The music tied knots around me, blurring the lines of noise and sound. The strings cut into my fingers, tiny reminders of reality. I didn't care. I was lost in the music, the bass thumping my chest. Gerard's voice led me to an alternate universe.
The feeling was euphoric, adrenaline rushed through my veins that night like no other.
I was numb.
As the bus was leaving for the next venue Mikey asked me if I knew what paraphernalia was. I didn't. Hugging Addi's pillow closer to myself, I thought of other things. Pink lilies, Purple cherries, a blue bandit.
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The show that night was amazing, as they always were. The music tied knots around me, blurring the lines of noise and sound. The strings cut into my fingers, tiny reminders of reality. I didn't care. I was lost in the music, the bass thumping my chest. Gerard's voice led me to an alternate universe.
The feeling was euphoric, adrenaline rushed through my veins that night like no other.
I was numb.
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Paraphernalia- A condition in which someone abandons you but leaves their items, inducing painful memories.Sorry :/ Frank's POV makes me sad xD