I'm Sorry

I silently cried as the blood poured down my wrist. I tried to soak it up with my bloody towel but it was bleeding way to much. I started to cry more and my vision blurred. I stood up carefully and turned on the sink. A little drizzle of water came out. That's the last of the water we have for the night. At least tomorrow the water tank will refill. The water washed my red blood down the drain but it kept on bleeding. Soon the water stopped. I wanted to scream I was so angry. At least my vision isn't so blurred now. I put the towel against my wrist again and I could almost feel the bleeding stop. I sighed out in relief. I took a long piece of gauze and wrapped it around my wrist, holding it in place with tape. I put my bracelets on and stepped out of the bathroom. I walked outside of our tour bus and stared at the night sky. I looked at the outside of our bus. Red and black, my favorite colors, covered up the nasty old yellow it had been before. My bands name was written along with mine and the other band member's names. I looked at the names. My band is called Drop Dead. The members consist of Daniel Hendrix, my brother, as the screamer and acoustic guitarist. Then Alison ( Ali ) Spencer as my guitarist. Then Ryan Grander as my drummer. Then Kyle Lender as my bassist. And last but not least, me, Hazel Hendrix, as the lead singer. I also play guitar for one or two of our songs. I smiled as I thought of my band and how successful it is. It used to be just a high school band. But now, look what it has turned into. It has turned into a world famous band that tons of people love and know. I smiled again and sat down in the dirt. I looked up at the stars and began to fall asleep in the nice warm air of the evening.

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