Drummer

13

I was awaken by a cold splash of water in the face. I shivered. Ice hit me in the face as well, making me annoyed as well. I looked up and saw Pj staring at me. His eyes were glued to mine as he sat on my bed next to me.

"Phil, what the f**k happened to you?" Pj asked me and I sensed another person in the room.

My head hurt like a b***h. It throbbed and I couldn't open my left eye for it was swollen. I looked over and saw Chris over in... Dan's bed.

"Phil!" Pj exclaimed, trying yo get my attention. "What happened?"

"It was Dan, wasn't it?" Chris suggested and I looked at him.

"H-How did you kn-know?" I asked, stutters slipping of my mouth.

"He fled. We had practice today and he didn't come. He must feel guilty about what he did to you."

"Oh come on!" Pj exclaimed, standing up. "He has no right to run! He has no f*****g right! Look what he did!" He pointed at me as some sort of dead animal. "Who does he think he is, just leaving someone here unconscious and probably dying when they know it's their fault?!" Pj started pacing.

He looked so pissed. I think he was more pissed off than I was, and I was the one that got beat up. I was so confused. I looked at the clock.

5 pm.

"Holy crap!" I yelled, sitting up slowly, feeling a sharp pain on my leg. "I slept the whole day?!"

"And we don't blame you." Chris said, serious and pissed. "I'm going to find Dan and I'm gonna give him a world of hurt."

"No!" I exclaimed and he looked at me confused. "I mean, I probably deserved this."

"Did he tell you why he beat you up?" Pj asked.

"Well... no. He just did. But I know he feels bad about it." I admitted, remembering him crying last night.

"I don't care!" Pj exclaimed. "He should feel awful about it! He's a prick!" Pj said and left.

"I'll calm him down. But I will find Howell." Chris stood up. "You're a nice guy, Lester. You don't deserve this." He said and left.

I'm not a nice guy if Dan just beat me up out of the blue like that.

I looked at my phone and saw the messages. From Chris and Pj. And Becky.

Becky: heyy

Becky: are you thereeee?

Becky: hellooooo?

Becky: are you okay darling?!

Becky: i'm coming over!!'

That last message was sent over an hour ago meaning that-

My thoughts were cut off as Becky bursted through the door. Her blonde hair was straight and covered most of her face. Her skin was very pale, more pale than usual. She wore a white blouse, jean shorts, and black converse. When she saw me she gasped and stared.

"Oh my God... Phil, what happened?" She said and came closer to me, sitting next to me. "Wh-who did this to you?" She asked, horrified, meaning I must look horrible.

"Um - I - uh -" I didn't know what to say. If I say Dan she'll nag me about me not being tough and not standing up for myself.

"Was it Dan?!" She asked, semi-pissed.

"What? N-No. Dan didn't even get back last night." I lied and she scoffed.

"Probably banging some other slut." I winced at her words, reminding myself that she was almost one of those sluts she suggested.

"Um, yeah." I said. "I was - um - beaten up by some guys on my way here last night."

"Are you sure? 'Cause by the looks of you it looks like you could barely walk." She suggested, irritating me.

"Well I just really rather that I'd grovel in pain here rather than the cold pavement." I said coldly.

"Well sorry for suggesting other wise." She said. "I'll go pick you up some food at the club." She stood up and walked out, slamming the door.

Who the hell does she think he is?! My girlfriend? Hell no! She's nowhere near. I really don't want to talk to her. She's nice and all yet she suggests the meanest thing.

I looked down at the ground and saw that my notebook opened face-down on the floor. I took it and saw that it was opened to one of my poems.

It was a very sad poem, I wrote it about two days ago. I was very depressed that day, don't remember why. But he circled a phrase: "...and of the look in your eyes, I can tell you're not alright."

He had circled it with red and wrote on the bottom "I'm sorry". I sighed and looked out the window to the cloudy day.

I'm sorry too, Dan.