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Erik plugged his headphones into the iPod and wrapped them around his ears as he continued walking. He turned on the device and began to search through the music. Finally, he decided on a band. Linkin Park. He sifted through the albums before finally choosing one called “Meteora”. Skipping right through the thirteen second song titled “Forward”, he went right for song 2. Erik turned the volume up as far as it could go before finally jamming the iPod in his pocket.

Sometimes I need to remember just to breathe..

He didn’t care where he went. Hell, he didn’t care if he ever saw Curtis ever again. Sure, it sounded bad, but how was he supposed to stay in love with someone who was a total bastard like that? Why did Curtis have to make everything so complicated?

Don’t stay… forget our memories, forget our possibilities. What you were changing me into..

Back home Curtis was still locked in his bedroom. The radio playing as loudly as possible.
“How could he do that to me? How could he be such an asshole!” he exclaimed, knowing there would be no answer. He was pacing back and forth. Tears streaming down his face. “That bastard! That inconsiderate jerk! I gave him everything!” He shouted between tears.

Sometimes I feel like I trusted you too well. Sometimes I feel like just screaming at myself...

Erik walked in a fast pace. He only slightly paid attention to where he was walking. A million thoughts going through his mind. Curtis was being an unbelievable douche bag. Curtis was, yet again, blowing things out of proportion. Why couldn’t Curtis understand it? Why couldn’t he just let things be? Why did Curtis have to press the issue? Erik sighed heavily.

Somehow I need to be alone…

Curtis began to throw things around the room. A picture frame here, a couple of CD cases there. Everything that came in contact with his hands met their fate against a wall.
“Why!” Curtis shouted in disbelief. “If anybody has a right to be pissed off it’s me! He was practically cheating on me!” he shouted as he continued to throw things at the wall.

I don’t need you anymore. Don’t want to be ignored, I don’t need one more day, of you wasting me away with no apologizes…Don’t stay…

Meanwhile, Erik was still on his walk. He was just getting to song nine of the Linkin Park album he was listening to, the song was entitled “Breaking the Habit”. It was then he decided it was time to head home.
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Twenty minutes later, Erik walked in the door. He’d felt much better after his long walk. It was nice to blow off steam and really think about the situation.
“Curtis?” Erik called out, hanging his coat up and taking off his shoes. “I think we need to talk” Erik heard music playing. It was quiet at first. “Curtis? Where are you? I know you’re here, your car is still in the driveway” Erik said aloud. As he walked down to Curtis’s room the music got louder. It was rock music. Loud. Very loud. Very grungy. As he listened closer, getting to Curtis’s room, he started making out lyrics in the music..

I'm tired of being what you want me to be...

*Erik thought about the music, Then it hit him like a brick to the face. “Curtis!” Erik exclaimed as he ran to Curtis’s room.

Feeling so faithless, lost under the surface...

The door was locked. He couldn’t budge it “Curtis! Curtis open the door!” Erik banged on it heavily. Nothing. He tried running the door in. “Curtis please! Don’t do this! Come on! We can work this out!!” Erik pleaded. Erik kicked the door once more before he ran into the kitchen. He opened a drawer and dug around inside until he found a key. Then he ran back to Curtis’s door and jammed the key in the lock.

I don't know what you're expecting of me...

“I’m coming in weather you want me to or not!” Erik called out. He looked around, Curtis was nowhere to be found. He looked around, then he went to the bathroom door. He knocked on it loudly. “Curtis! Curtis are you in there? Open up!!” No reply. Erik jiggled the door handle a bit until it clicked open. The door opened slowly.

Put under the pressure of walking in your shoes. Every step that I take is another mistake to you...

The floor was red with liquid. Deep, dark colored liquid. The radio was blaring loudly.
"Cur...Cuh...Curtis?" Erik choked feebly.

I've become so numb, I can't feel you there. Become so tired, so much more aware, I'm becoming this, all I want to do, is be more like me... and be less like you...

He stood frozen in place momentary as he took in the sight in front of him. There was Curtis, Propped up against the bathtub, In a pool of blood. His own blood. His skin was pale, almost sheet white. His whole body was limp. In one hand a razor blade. Both wrists revealed cuts. Deep deep cuts. Dark red blood dripped down his hands and onto the floor. Erik fell to his knees. Into the pool of blood. His whole body shook profusely as he reach for Curtis's face. He was icy to the touch.

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Description
Erik plugged his headphones into the iPod and wrapped them around his ears as he continued walking. He turned on the device and began to search through the music. Finally, he decided on a band. Linkin Park. He sifted through the albums before finally choosing one called “Meteora”. Skipping right through the thirteen second song titled “Forward”, he went right for song 2. Erik turned the volume up as far as it could go before finally jamming the iPod in his pocket.

Sometimes I need to remember just to breathe..

He didn’t care where he went. Hell, he didn’t care if he ever saw Curtis ever again. Sure, it sounded bad, but how was he supposed to stay in love with someone who was a total bastard like that? Why did Curtis have to make everything so complicated?

Don’t stay… forget our memories, forget our possibilities. What you were changing me into..

Back home Curtis was still locked in his bedroom. The radio playing as loudly as possible.
“How could he do that to me? How could he be such an asshole!” he exclaimed, knowing there would be no answer. He was pacing back and forth. Tears streaming down his face. “That bastard! That inconsiderate jerk! I gave him everything!” He shouted between tears.

Sometimes I feel like I trusted you too well. Sometimes I feel like just screaming at myself...

Erik walked in a fast pace. He only slightly paid attention to where he was walking. A million thoughts going through his mind. Curtis was being an unbelievable douche bag. Curtis was, yet again, blowing things out of proportion. Why couldn’t Curtis understand it? Why couldn’t he just let things be? Why did Curtis have to press the issue? Erik sighed heavily.

Somehow I need to be alone…

Curtis began to throw things around the room. A picture frame here, a couple of CD cases there. Everything that came in contact with his hands met their fate against a wall.
“Why!” Curtis shouted in disbelief. “If anybody has a right to be pissed off it’s me! He was practically cheating on me!” he shouted as he continued to throw things at the wall.

I don’t need you anymore. Don’t want to be ignored, I don’t need one more day, of you wasting me away with no apologizes…Don’t stay…

Meanwhile, Erik was still on his walk. He was just getting to song nine of the Linkin Park album he was listening to, the song was entitled “Breaking the Habit”. It was then he decided it was time to head home.
~
Twenty minutes later, Erik walked in the door. He’d felt much better after his long walk. It was nice to blow off steam and really think about the situation.
“Curtis?” Erik called out, hanging his coat up and taking off his shoes. “I think we need to talk” Erik heard music playing. It was quiet at first. “Curtis? Where are you? I know you’re here, your car is still in the driveway” Erik said aloud. As he walked down to Curtis’s room the music got louder. It was rock music. Loud. Very loud. Very grungy. As he listened closer, getting to Curtis’s room, he started making out lyrics in the music..

I'm tired of being what you want me to be...

*Erik thought about the music, Then it hit him like a brick to the face. “Curtis!” Erik exclaimed as he ran to Curtis’s room.

Feeling so faithless, lost under the surface...

The door was locked. He couldn’t budge it “Curtis! Curtis open the door!” Erik banged on it heavily. Nothing. He tried running the door in. “Curtis please! Don’t do this! Come on! We can work this out!!” Erik pleaded. Erik kicked the door once more before he ran into the kitchen. He opened a drawer and dug around inside until he found a key. Then he ran back to Curtis’s door and jammed the key in the lock.

I don't know what you're expecting of me...

“I’m coming in weather you want me to or not!” Erik called out. He looked around, Curtis was nowhere to be found. He looked around, then he went to the bathroom door. He knocked on it loudly. “Curtis! Curtis are you in there? Open up!!” No reply. Erik jiggled the door handle a bit until it clicked open. The door opened slowly.

Put under the pressure of walking in your shoes. Every step that I take is another mistake to you...

The floor was red with liquid. Deep, dark colored liquid. The radio was blaring loudly.
"Cur...Cuh...Curtis?" Erik choked feebly.

I've become so numb, I can't feel you there. Become so tired, so much more aware, I'm becoming this, all I want to do, is be more like me... and be less like you...

He stood frozen in place momentary as he took in the sight in front of him. There was Curtis, Propped up against the bathtub, In a pool of blood. His own blood. His skin was pale, almost sheet white. His whole body was limp. In one hand a razor blade. Both wrists revealed cuts. Deep deep cuts. Dark red blood dripped down his hands and onto the floor. Erik fell to his knees. Into the pool of blood. His whole body shook profusely as he reach for Curtis's face. He was icy to the touch.

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