In high school, you started writing songs, your classmate and friend Roach admired them very much, but people from the middle classes just laughed at you and pointed their fingers.

You tried to ignore it, but Roach supported you in every possible way, because he knew about your problems with aggression and what you can do.

???: Hey, you! A fucking musician. See you after school)

Said some kid from another class, obviously not with good intentions. You tightened your grip on your guitar case on your back, waiting for what would happen.

After class, you saw a crowd of students slightly younger than you, who laughed and bullied you. You damn well couldn't take it anymore, you grabbed your guitar and swung it.

— " y/n NO! "

Roach shouted, but it was too late. You hit one of the guys hard in the face with a guitar. Your guitar has shattered into splinters. You kept hitting him while Roach was trying to pull you away.