Peyton's point of view: A week has passed since my dad got deployed and since I told Logan I accidentally fu*ked with his girl. Keeley and started getting closer to each other. I don't know if it was because we fu*ked or if it was just because we were both starting to fall in love but I liked it. I was happy. Logan and I are back to being superman and twitch which is great but sometimes I just want to be by myself so I can work on playing my guitar some. Like today, I was in my room playing my guitar and the phone rang downstairs. I heard my mom pick it up but before she did I looked at the caller ID. It was an army number and that meant it was dad calling to check up on us. I resumed playing my guitar for about ten minutes when my brother came in. I looked up at him to say something when I saw the look on his face. I quickly said,"Garrett what's wrong?!" Garrett tried to speak but no words came out. His breaths were coming out very raggedly and he finally said,"Peyton dad's dead."
Peyton's point of view: I stopped playing my guitar and stare at Garrett. What the h*ll did he just say?! I finally spoke,"What the h*ll did you just say?!" He sighed and said,"The army just called and said that dad got hurt really bad and they don't know if he will make it through." I shake my head and put my guitar down and start walking downstairs with Garrett behind me,"There's no way it can be dad. He's always careful. Always." We got downstairs to where my mom was and she was in tears. Garrett and I went over to her and hugged her. That was all we could do. I didn't know what to say to my mom. My parents loved each other and they loved us and now we were probably going to lose one of the most important people in our lives. ~*~*~*~ 1 week later ~*~*~*~ We still didn't know about dad and they kept telling us to just go on like he was dead. My mom was trying to go on like it wasn't the end of the world but I knew that in her mind it was because she was afraid she had lost the who she was destined to be with. She cried whenever she thought that we didn't know but in all honesty we knew. H*ll we all cried. There are so many things I could've done better. I could have listened to my dad more instead of being rebellious and thinking that I knew more than him. Truth is I'd be lost without my dad. I wouldn't know who to talk to anymore. I can't talk to my mom about things that I talk to my dad about because it would just be awkward and Garrett wasn't any help since he had the same questions. We were sitting at the dinner table and mom was trying to make us all feel better but truth is I just wanted to die. I wanted to know if my dad was ok and they wouldn't even tell us if he was or wasn't. Mom looked at us with tears in her eyes and quietly said,"We're gonna be ok kids. No matter what we still have each other and your dad would want us to be strong." We just nodded and after a few minutes I stopped eating and put my elbows on the table with my hands up to my face and quietly said,"I wish I would have been a better son."
Garrett's point of view: "I wish I would have been a better son." Hearing my brother say those words made me feel worse than I already did. Mom got up from where she was sitting and went to Peyton and hugged him. I didn't know what to do. I mean this was my older brother. The guy I looked up to. The guy that I wanted to be like. Peyton shook his head,"I wish I would have listened to him on a lot of things." Mom kissed the top of Peyton's head,"Peyt it's not your fault. These things happen." I could see mom was about to cry so I got up and hugged mom and Brianna came over and hugged Peyton. This was probably the worst day any of us have ever faced. Peyton, Brianna, and I were afraid of losing our dad and mom was afraid of losing the one she truly loved. Mom cleared her throat and I let go and went to my seat and sat down and Brianna did to. Peyton just looked at his food and pushed it away from him. Mom looked at him and said,"Peyt you need to eat." Peyton just shook his head and barely above a whisper said,"I'm not hungry. May I be excused?" I looked across the table at Peyton and his eyes just looked dead. It seemed like in his mind dad was already dead so there was really no point in anything. I looked over at mom and she sighed and said,"Ok Peyton. Just put your plate in the sink." Peyton got up without a word and grabbed his plate and took it in the kitchen. A few minutes later we heard his door shut. I knew Peyton. Better than anyone. He had stopped cutting himself and he wasn't going back to that anytime soon. But one thing that always made him feel just a little better was playing guitar.
Last update for the day. Idk what y'all will think but I just wrote what I thought Peyton would feel and how he would react. Hope y'all like it. Peyton's point of view: Music. It's like a gateway to the soul. It's better than a mirror because with music you can actually get people to feel what you are feeling. Thats how I viewed music and that's how dad viewed it. Dad and I always played guitar together. Our basement in our house was full of guitars and equipment. I grabbed up my guitar and went back downstairs and into the basement. Thanks to dad I could play guitar and piano but guitar would always be my favorite instrument. I sat down at the piano that we had down in the basement and started playing and then I started to play David Cook's song Permanent and then I started to sing: Is this the moment where I look you in the eye? Forgive my broken promise that you'll never see me cry And everything, it will surely change even if I tell you I won't go away today Will you think that you're all alone When no one's there to hold your hand? And all you know seems so far away and everything is temporary rest your head I'm permanent I know he's living in hell every single day And so I ask oh god is there some way for me to take his place And when they say it's all touch and go I wish I could make it go away But still you say Will you think that you're all alone when no one's there to hold your hand? When all you know seems so far away and everything is temporary, rest your head I'm permanent I'm permanent Is the moment where I look you in the eye? Forgive my promise that you'll never see me cry As soon as the last note faded I started to cry. I couldn't help it. My dad was my hero. He was invincible to me and now he's gone...well possibly gone. I jumped up from the piano knocking the bench over and in a blinding rage of pain and anguish I grabbed up my guitar that my dad had bought me three years ago and just smashed it against the wall. I didn't care. My music is dead now.