He counts the hours left in a day, the minutes left in an hour, the seconds between sunrise and sunset. The world keeps turning, and with it, he wakes up, he eats, he smokes, he plays a sport he doesn’t care about, he guards his things, he keeps his promises, he breathes. Each intake of breath ticks off the time he has left – the space between him and death.
But against his will, his clock begins to run on a different schedule.
(or: Andrew versus life and Dr. Dobson, an act in eight parts)
“It had been six months ago when Kevin called him,
sounding drunk off his ass and on the verge of a breakdown, begging Neil
for help. Andrew Minyard, guitarist for The Monsters, had been
assaulted by his old foster brother and it finally convinced the courts
to take him off the mood altering medication he’d been taking since
almost two years prior after an incident where he’d defended his cousin
from a bunch of homophobic assholes outside a club.
At the time,
he’d had nothing else going for him so he said yes. It was just meant to
be something to do for a few months. Now, well, he doesn’t really want
to leave.”
omg so over the weekend i read this wonderful band au fic and died and y’all should read it bc i’ve been thinking about it ever since
(refs def used lmao idk how guitars or anything work)
“He glanced up at the sky, but the stars were washed out behind the
glare of the stadium lights. He wondered – not for the first time –
if his mother was looking down at him. He hoped not. She’d beat him
to hell and back if she saw him sitting around moping like that.”
Nothing but My Aching Soul 