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Dec. 27th, 2007 | 07:34 pm
Tom left home before he even turned eighteen, two years before actually. He was sixteen and he was in love. With his twin. He had fallen into a habit of herion and smoking weed. Trying to make himself forget about loving Bill. It was stupid really... how could you fall in love with you're Twin? But Tom had managed that one with ease. Bill was just too beautiful. To perfect. To... To god damn Bill! And Tom couldn't handle it anymore. So he left.
He left to America, finding his own way to get money for his habits, moving from place to place. Starting in Phenoix. It was too hot there though and Tom had to leave. San Diago wasn't much better. Detroit was to damn cold in the winter- and some places there were just fucking scary. LA was good until he got into to much trouble. San Francisco was fun, but there weren't enough places to get money. And then... Chicago. Worst. Mistake. Ever.
He rented an apartment there with money he had saved up over the last two years and found a job, keeping his dirty habits a secret. He may have been a drug addict. But he wasn't so stuipid as to leave himself with no money to get around.
He missed his family, his twin mostly, the only person he had ever loved, and at this point- ever would. But there was nothing that could be done about that now. Bill had to be better off without him. Besides- He was sure his twin hated him by now, as probably the rest of his family and band mates did- for leaving that way. No nothing.
He left to America, finding his own way to get money for his habits, moving from place to place. Starting in Phenoix. It was too hot there though and Tom had to leave. San Diago wasn't much better. Detroit was to damn cold in the winter- and some places there were just fucking scary. LA was good until he got into to much trouble. San Francisco was fun, but there weren't enough places to get money. And then... Chicago. Worst. Mistake. Ever.
He rented an apartment there with money he had saved up over the last two years and found a job, keeping his dirty habits a secret. He may have been a drug addict. But he wasn't so stuipid as to leave himself with no money to get around.
He missed his family, his twin mostly, the only person he had ever loved, and at this point- ever would. But there was nothing that could be done about that now. Bill had to be better off without him. Besides- He was sure his twin hated him by now, as probably the rest of his family and band mates did- for leaving that way. No nothing.
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Oct. 10th, 2007 | 04:48 pm
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