'There is not purpose, Not a single one to all of this nonsense.'
Robin repeatedly announced and stammerer in his head that was filled with wicked thoughts, as he glared down with little to no emotion at cords for his guitar.  "I'm done! " Robin spat out in a yelling manner and held his red hair that was filled with wild curls. Robin cried,  and choked down all the worry that tried to consuming him like a savory treat and then to wither him like a dehydrated rose. Robin's head banged and pounded against him and he rocked and swayed.  Robin sat and pulled at his curls and bit down on his nails.

  Nearby lay a lighter one that a individual would use to lite candles on a birthday cake, or start a gas powered stoves pilot back up with.  Those were the only things robin could think of for its purpose.  But its uses stretched farther then that,  it could be used for violence, destruction, even potential death.  Robin though all these things after he'd held the lighter closer to his red with anger face. Then he lit the lighter and picked up his first sheet of cords,  opened a window, and slowly buried the paper starting at its edge.  The paper welded up into a black shamble of beautiful music notes robin continued, and continued, until, there was not a single sheet of music.

  His instruments we're far, far too important to burn he picked up each one and looked at them, then strummed one last cord on each of them, as he locked them all away in the storage room down the Hall to the right of his bedroom. He then threw the key  a crossed his room and destroyed everything left of his studio. He cried and was thankful his mother was not there in the house she was out.  Making her son a happy boy,  my would she be disappointed robin though and he checked the P.O. box.
"Pointless fan mail... They be disappointed too if they knew what I was doing with my time. "

  Robin had slept that night but not so soundly for his first day as a senior then off to no longer chase his dream  

It was for him he didn't need anyone but Jack the only true friend in the world.

~The previous year before the summer~

"Mom it's not like that! " Robin yelled in defense as robin mom shook with quivering hands at her sons report or the final semester. She paused, thinking of words to form."No!  I am sick of looking like a fool while you're out singing and locked in that damn room! Why don't you write a song about passing a simple test! Because look there's something you can't do! " Robin's mom yelled in rage, disappointed in her son but at the time regretted her words that chewed robin up. Robin stood in shock, Not ever once has his mother raised her voice with such power and force.  Standing there robin clenched his fist in anger.

"I'm leaving... " Robin stated and marched up the stairs to his room.  "Robin wait I didn't mean that you know tha-" She continued to try to comfort and apologize to Robin.

Robin grabbed a old green and brown backpack and packed clothes inside. After he packed up his money and picks,  then his favorite guitar.  "Robin wait!  I'm sorry, please! " Robins mother grabbed the bag.  But robin was too blinded by anger to realize his poor mothers pleads of redemption "Give me my shit. " Robin huffed out and grabbed the bag from her running down the creaking staircase. Robins mom chased after, and as soon as Robin step foot out of the door way the rushing feeling of freedom waved over him like a ocean and he then ran as quick and mindlessly as possible. 

   Robin ran through the night it was very late into the evening by now and each star held a place in the sky. As Robin finally stopped to catch his breath the breeze flew through his red locks.  "I-I'm alright... " Robin said as he struggled to breathe. "I'm... Okay? " Robin asked himself as his eyes pierced through the cement he was glaring at.  Robin took of his fog stained glasses and looked up and tears formed in his eyes.

   "God dammit! " Robin cried into the night and kicked at park benches nearby.  Robin thoughts we're bitter they swallowed him whole as they told him to do the most wicked of thinks to his body.  Robins knees buckled and he collapsed as he cried and drag himself to a bench to sit and cry. Robin sat there, in the night with a blank mind, and a guitar in his hand. But isn't that how all musicians turn out?  Eventually.

   There was a Russel and a scratch.   Robin shot up immediately.  And was terrified.  Now with a million thoughts drowning him.  'Would my mom call the police?  Would she and my dad look for me? Do I have to leave them behind forever..?' The last thought nearly killed him. A boy stepped out of the shadows and into the illuminated rays of the street lamp.           

    The boy had piercing blue eyes, one side of his head shaved and brown the other a what might have once been a bright beautiful green was now dull, he was tall very tall. The boy dressed in a hoodie and ripped up jeans with hand me down sneakers and not to mention the black eye and bloody nose. Robin couldn't move he was scared not like this boy might attack him or anything.  But of the embarrassment. The boy had a sentimental look to him like he didn't belong here.  

  Robin opened his mouth to speak but could say nothing.

   
"Hey... " The boy almost whispered

"Hey.... " Robin replied.

•°•I apologize for any spelling or grammar mistakes•°•