It's fall now, the leaves were falling off of the trees. It was my favorite season. I was back home, off tour. In my own bed. My phone rings again, but I don't answer. I can't let anyone see me like this.. This wreckless person I've become.. I gulp getting out of bed and I make my way to the mirror. I gently remove my hair from my right side of my face showing the bandages that now lay there.

Slowly, I remove them one by one. Until the bruised, charred skin was seeable. Over the summer, I was a little to close to the fire pit at this barbeque Zack was having. Since fire shoots ashes out, this giant piece of rock comes flying out and gets attached to my face. It didn't go well... and my face is still wrapped up from the incident. I don't talk to anyone.. anymore. I felt ugly. Hell, I am ugly. I'll never be loved, and my brother has his own life to be focused on. But he doesn't stop calling me.. why? I don't know why.

I sighed putting new bandages on and I walked downstairs. I feel like two face from batman. Although, my wound wasn't as bad as Harvey Dents'. Mine was just gonna leave a nasty scar.

My phone rings again, this time for a text message. I lift my phone into my hands reading carefully.
Mom died.