Broken Instrument

Me and my band, Broken Vows.

Then everything fell apart.

And now?

I’m back in my old room, and I’ve never felt more alone.

As for the music, it calls to me.

But so does she.

If I go after her, am I exchanging one addiction for another?

Will I spiral like before?

Or will she be the one who can finally save me?

Then again, it doesn’t matter.

If my dealer––and half brother––finds out about her, he’ll sink his claws so deep, she’ll never get out of his grasp.

I can't let that happen.