Dear Austin...

The blue sky started to bleed its clear droplets of life giving water. I watched passively from my window as the grey clouds over took the blue sky. My headphones pumped in my life blood. A little of The Great Hendowski, followed up quickly by Let Live, and with some head bobbing The Storm. To top the playlist all off, Second and Sebring.

I felt as though they all spoke my life, all except Second and Sebring. Austin spoke that from experience, and I couldn’t imagine that pain.

“This is NOOOOOTTTT, what it is only baby scars!” I wailed to the sky from my window. All my heart and soul went into the words. Some days, it felt like they were all I had.
My tidy room was normally a mess, but today was cleaning day. I had enough of the physical mess that cluttered my room. After two hours of hard work, the entire mess was moved to different spots of the room and sorted.

“Shut up and stop listening to that devil music!” My father screamed from below. He had just come home from his ‘work’. Getting drunk seemed to be his full time job and being an accountant was only his part time work. My sister was hanging out at our neighbor’s house. I was glad that my nine year old sister, Lily-Pearl, was out of the house at this time.

I instantly started softly singing instead of blasting the lyrics. With a skip and hop over to my desk, I plopped down on the green chair, pulling out my laptop. I opened up a document and started typing.
Dear Austin….

Nope, nothing came to mind. I had started and restarted this a million times. I’ve always wanted to write a letter to my heroes. Of Mice and Men had taught me many good lessons and helped me get through tough spots in life. Austin had gone through so much in his life, and yet he still remains strong, and is an inspiration to me.

How could I tell my heroes thank you?

The words didn’t come to mind immediately. I had no doubt that they would reach my tired brain eventually, so for now I minimized the window and closed the laptop.

The sweeping start to My Understandings began on my playlist. I guess my letter could wait. It’s not like he’d write back anyways! I just wanted him to know how much his music has helped me.

My laptop hummed along with the music as the fan kicked on.

Notes

Hey guys! This is my very first OM&M Fanfiction and I'm super excited! Please comment and rate to tell me what you think! Thanks everyone!

ALSO SIDE NOTE: I found out my mom and grandmother have Breast Cancer, so SOME events (not all) pertaining to these characters in the story come from my life.