Six.

                                    

                                          
Ronnie's POV
                          

                          

                          
I watched her as she rocked that fucking little table. She avoids looking at me.
                          
I miss her. I really do. I can't ever have a true relationship because I always think they will leave me due to my mom abandoning me. I've realized they I can't have her hate me. I want her and I to be friends, well I want her back again, but I don't want to break her. I want to be friends at least by my birthday. I can't enter being an adult with her hating on me.
                          
She looks so pretty. I hate that I've made her so insecure, and now that I'm watching her, I can tell that she's really different now. Her heart was broken. 
                          
"Hey, stop creeping." Max shook my shoulder. "She's over you, man. Get over it." 
                          
I sighed and nodded.
                          
He lead me to the back bedroom where I found my dealer.
                          
"Hey man." I said.
                          
he handed me what I needed and I gave him some money. I took a couple pills and washed them down with some alcohol.
                          
Before I know it, I'm being pulled off kissing a girl, so I can preform for everyone.
                          
I'm pretty buzzed, but I can see in the back, Vanessa is flirting with some guy and laughing. I wish i could still make her laugh.
                          
"This song... Is for a beautiful girl, and she is here tonight. Vanessa... This is for you."
                          
Hurtful words,
                          
From my enemies of the last five years,
                          
What's it like to die alone?
                          
How does it feel when tears freeze,
                          
When you cry?
                          
The blood in your veins is twenty below. 
                          
Sitting in this room playing Russian roulette,
                          
Finger on the trigger to my dear Juliet,
                          
Out from the window see her back drop silhouette,
                          
This blood on my hands is something I cannot forget,
                          
Sitting in this room playing Russian roulette,
                          
Finger on the trigger to my dear Juliet,
                          
Out from the window see her back drop silhouette,
                          
This blood on my hands is something I cannot forget,
                          
Something I cannot forget.
                          
So for now, take this down a notch,
                          
Crash my car through your window,
                          
Make sure you're still alive,
                          
Just in time to kill you,
                          
Sitting in this room playing Russian roulette,
                          
Finger on the trigger to my dear Juliet,
                          
Out from the window see her back drop silhouette,
                          
This blood on my hands is something I cannot forget,
                          
Sitting in this room playing Russian roulette,
                          
Finger on the trigger to my dear Juliet,
                          
Out from the window see her back drop silhouette,
                          
This blood on my hands is something I cannot forget, 
                          
Something I cannot forget.
                          
I can't take this (take) anymore
                          
I can't take this (take) anymore
                          
I can't take this (take) anymore
                          
(I cannot feel what you've done to me)
                          
I can't take this (take) anymore
                          
(What you've done to me)
                          
So for now, take this down a notch,
                          
Crash my car through your window,
                          
(Window)
                          
Sitting in this room playing Russian roulette,
                          
Finger on the trigger to my dear Juliet,
                          
Out from the window see her back drop silhouette,
                          
This blood on my hands is something I cannot forget,
                          
Sitting in this room playing Russian roulette,
                          
Finger on the trigger to my dear Juliet,
                          
Out from the window see her back drop silhouette,
                          
This blood on my hands is something I cannot forget, 
                          
Something I cannot forget.
                          

                          
It is a song I wrote for her when we were fighting. It might sound like it is about us killing each other, but She's always been my Juliet (Since she is a rich kid and her middle name is Juliet) and I've always been the Romeo (Since I am the poor kid and my name has a "R" in it)
                          
Her dad wanted to keep us apart, but I guess that is reasonable. I'm a punk kid that uses too many drugs and she is a beautiful, forever perfect in my eyes, rich girl.
                          
Damn. I miss her so much.