Al knows how much AA loves Green day, so Al has written this for her (if she wants). If you don’t like it, Battery. Al is sorry. But, Al hopes you do like it. And Al also hopes everyone else likes it as well.

~Al who is writing in third person today.

Summer has come and passed.
The innocent can never last.
Wake me up when September ends.
Like my father come to pass.
Seven years has gone so fast.
Wake me up when September ends.

Father: a word that hasn’t slipped through my lips in a long while. It feels uneasy… unused. I’m not even talking to anyone in particular, just speaking to myself. I wipe away the fogged mirror and my face appears. I do look more and more like him every day, or at least how I remember him looking. It has been two years since the day he disappeared, exactly two years ago.

Here comes the rain again
falling from the stars.
Drenched in my pain again.
Becoming who we are.
As my memory rests,
but never forgets what I lost.
Wake me up when September ends.

Sometimes it feels hard to go on without a father; without a mother too. She’s living in the attic and never comes out. Not to eat, not to see me, not even to go to the bathroom. Juliet’s had to bring her 3 meals every day for the past 7 months, being very careful of what she says or does. Mother will lash out like a tiger if Juliet does anything the wrong way. Even when Juliet has done nothing wrong, her crys of anger and fury ring through the manor. Butler has had to fill in both those spots to me, but it’s just not the same without them.

Summer has come to pass.
The innocent can never last.
Wake me up when September ends.
Ring out the bells again
like we did when spring began.
Wake me up when September ends.

I’m fairly good at hiding my emotions, but lately it is becoming harder and harder with each day that passes. Like a shield rusting away in front of a warrior, or a security blanket being pulled from a small child. I’ve even found myself crying at night when no one is around. Not heavy tears, but small drops that trickle down slowly and leave light streaks on my face.

Here comes the rain again
falling from the stars.
Drenched in my pain again.
Becoming who we are.
As my memory rests,
but never forgets what I lost.
wake me up when September ends.

So, with my father gone I’ve had to take finances into my own hands. I plan on capturing a fairy, and stealing their gold. That might sound crazy now, but just see if they call me insane when I’m holding over three trillion American dollars worth of gold. I have not revealed my plan to Butler yet, but I am sure it will have to be done soon, or else he will find out himself.

Summer has come and passed.
The innocent can never last.
Wake me up when September ends.
Like my father’s come to pass.
Twenty years has gone so fast.
Wake me up when September ends.

But for now, I am seeming more like my father than ever. And even though my emotions can be controlled on the outside, they tear at me on the inside. I want to disappear around this time of year. I just want to fall asleep and tell Butler, “Wake me up when September ends.”

Wake me up when September ends.

Wake me up when September ends.

Some other stories by Artylover:

• And Then There was Ricky
• A few things...
• The Irony of Rain
• Lovefool
• I Wont Say I'm In Love