5th Self-esteem And Other Struggles
"Still dark mind, ha?", Numb wondered. Nervous Wrack finally but shortly looked at him, turned to his paper again and answered: "well, there is worse that I could do." He glanced at his scars on his wrist. Numb made a worried face expression and asked: "did the pancakes taste good earlier?" Distracted he replied:"yeah..." and kept on writing.
Maybe I should have came later, I think he has to channel his mind now and get it out to feel better, Numb thought, but I will at least ask him one more thing: "you wanna play some music with me?" Nervous Wrack instantly dropped the pen and stood up, suddenly full of excitement. "Yas! That's great!", he called.
Numb was surprised and stared at him at first but smiled then and took one of the guitars leaning against the wall on the left. It was red and looked fancy but wasn't that new anymore. Quickly Nervous Wrack ran to the drums in the back of the room and heavily started banging on them. Numb followed him but was firstly confused what he was playing and struggled to figure it out. It took him a while of trying but he managed to strum the guitar to it. It was some heavy hardcore track. After it sounded kinda solid, Nervous Wrack screamed his aggressive lyrics he wrote himself but it was nice to see him happy.
They played some songs till Numb wanted to take a break and stopped strumming the guitar. As Nervous Wrack realised he quit after a few seconds he seamed very disappointed: "why did you stop playing?", he asked confused and Numb could hear his disappointment and something like fear. He struggled with his answer because he didn't wanted to upset him but still tell the truh.
"I... Ehm... I need a little break, I think. Can we take some time off?", Numb replied and looked at him. "Why?", Nervous Wrack questioned. "I just need... A little break", Numb responded as he didn't really know what to say to come up with a real reason that sounded solid. My fingers hurt a little from strumming the guitar?, he thought but didn't said that because it sounded kinda whiny and ridiculous. Numb was a skilled guitar player. His fingers shouldn't hurt after playing a few songs. But there was something about these hardcore songs, Nervous Wrack's self written heavy hardcore songs, that threw him off. They were special and not everyone liked them but it was just all a little too much for Numb at this point, he guessed. It was still fun to play though.
Numb had put the guitar down, stood up and slowly walked around in the room a little. Nervous Wrack saw that something was on his mind and asked:"what's wrong?", he feared that maybe he said or did something wrong, that he was the reason Numb stopped playing and seamed so thoughtful. "Ah, it's nothing, really. Don't worry", he answered, sat down on the little chair again, where he sat before and picked up the red guitar again. He smiled at Nervous Wrack and they kept on playing music.