It was mine and in no way would I let anyone get close enough to find out what it was. My life hadn't been easy, but who cares? We play the cards we were dealt, and my hand sucked. There was one thing that I was good at. One thing I was proud of... my drums.
When I joined the band, I finally felt as though I belonged. I'd been able to push my anger and guilt to the back of my mind and get lost in the music. Then she came along. Faith. Even her damn name haunted me.
Where she was sweet, I wasn't. Where she was naïve to the cruelness of the world, I wasn't. She was a teenager when we met, and for years I promised myself to stay away from her. Then one night, our lives shifted. In a moment of weakness, I let her in. I told her part of my secret... of what I had done. She then gave me a piece of herself that I could never give back.
I wasn't good enough for her. I knew it. My bandmates knew it. I'm sure deep down she knew it. Yet, she wouldn't let me go. It was up to me to do the dirty work.