Lately, I've been spinning out for time in order to relax a little, may be have a drink or five, with a couple women by my side.  I know it's wrong but I can't help it, pretending to write an album is stressful, and I need to be able to just let go of everything, including the ties of a relationship.  Besides, what you don't know can't hurt you, right? Right? Right.

Before I could further delve into my "conversation" with myself, the feeling of female hands on my shoulders roused me from my thoughts.  This was probably the fifth woman to massage my in this aftertaste alone, and with all this attention, I'm not going to lie when I say that I've got sinnin' on my mind and sipping on red wine doesn't help.
My mind began wandering as the woman kept rubbing my shoulders, and my thoughts trailed off towards my significant other, Fíona, who's probably almost done with her shift at her second job by now. 

It amazes me how much one person can devote themselves to another.  I suppose she wouldn't be doing all she does for me if she didn't love me so, shout out to you, Cupid, you've made my life a lot easier.  No joke, Fíona does EVERYTHING, cooking, bill paying, you name it.  I guess she's also doing all of that because I'm working on an album that will "make us billionaires" but I sonny pretend to work in it, in reality, I just sit around having parties. 

The woman moves away, and my mind is once again brought to reality as it comes to terms with the fact that the repetitive motion has stopped.  Gah, it feels like I've been sitting here for ages, I thought to myself, trying to settle more comfortably on the couch, and stare at the empty wine bottle beside me, I should probably get another.  Not that I'm allowed to drink beer but ehhhhhh, it feels good so why not. 

Now that I think about it, I probably shouldn't have any more, Fíona will be coming home soon.  It's not like she would be extremely overjoyed if she walked in on this scene.  I'll probably have to clear everybody out soon, and pretend that I had some major breakthrough with the album, and that I wasn't just ripping out pages of my songbook mindlessly.  I paused, reflecting for a moment, thinking, how'd I get so faded?  Before I could further ponder my life situation, my mind jumped on the single phrase, turning it over and over in my head like a chunk of meat on a stick.  Maybe that could be the hit song, or maybe the album name!  What rhymes with faded? Oh w-

Before I could continue, my brain singled out the sound of the door lock clicking, and before I knew it, the front door across the room from me swung open.  Within the doorway stood Fíona, and time seemed to stop as she let out an "Oh" and glanced over at me with a look of utter disbelief.  People froze, then slowly began drifting to the dark recesses of the room, watching on in earnest as we became the center of attention.

As silence penetrated the room's atmosphere, I began to ponder, Fíona's a strong woman, maybe she'll just forgive and forget?  Or just warn me and move on? Maybe she'll even be oka- oh, oh no.  Fíona suddenly burst into tears, sobs racking her body as she realized that the person she'd practically been dedicating her life to, hadn't been reciprocating the action.  Before I could comprehend what was happening, she had started to run, and before I knew what I was doing, I was running too.

She ran across the grass towards her truck, and practically fell against the door once she had reached it, quite uncaring of my faraway presence.  She fumbled around for the door handle, and I quick tried to reach her, pleading with a,"No, no, don't leave me lonely now."  Yet her only response was to locate and grasp the handle of the vehicle door just as I reached her, I selfishly tried again,"If you love me how-"  Fíona looked up at me, and through the yellow glare from the street lamps I could make out her broken expression as she whispered out,"You never loved me."

Color crimson in my eyes was what I saw reflected in hers, and I took the opportunity of silence to try and reconcile,"I-wanted to-it could free my mind."  An "Ooh" echoed from within the house, and Fíona seemed to take that as a cue to depart, because she swung the truck door open the minute the jeers met her ears.
Just like that, she was inside the truck, locking the doors and starting it up.  Anger managed to express itself on my face and in my words as I yelled out,"Is this how it ends?!" She didn't respond, so I continued,"Are you just going to leave me after everything?!  All your stuff is still here!"  I screamed out the last bit, due to desperation because she had literally just driven off, without a single care about me or my feelings. 

I stormed off into the house, shoving past fake sympathetic people and clingy girls as I headed towards the bathroom, trying to calm my nerves and anger.  Locking the door behind me as I entered the bathroom, I leaned against the sink, staring at my puffy eyes for a long while, before noticing a small lip on the left edge of the mirror.  Curiosity took over any other thoughts for a good 0.001 seconds as I pulled at it, and came to find that the mirror was actually a medicine cabinet that looked like it had been in use for quite a while.  I searched through the shelves, finding strange things like extra razor packs, (a bloody razor sticking out of one) sleeping pills, emergency numbers, small notes, and the icing on the cake, antidepressants.

I was sure as heck not clinically depressed, nor did I have a tendency to fill out prescriptions for specified antidepressants of various sorts and kinds.  So who the-

Oh no.

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Hey guys!  I hope you liked the story cause there's more of it.  I figured I'd make one to two other parts, so keep your eyes open and stuff!