This was an english assignment, one of my favorites. I had to write the story behind a song. I picked my favorite song of the moment: Headspin by Rise Electric. Lukas Rossi, now frontman for Rockstar Supernova, says it was about his mother, that was all I knew. Hope you enjoy.

Disclaimer: I in no way claim the right to owning Headspin or Rise Electric or any of their affiliates. The story is all I own, Headspin was the inspiration behind this story.

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His eyes stared absently at the cracked ceiling. Water dripped from several of them, making trickling noises in various sized pots. The bed he laid on had threadbare towels covering the even more tattered blankets. His clothing was only slightly better. Torn up black high-tops was still on his feet. His jeans were too tight because they were designed for a female shape, but he was skinny enough to fit them anyway. The zip up sweater on his torso was a few sizes too small, but looked newer than the rest of his clothes. It matched his navy-gray eyes. His sandy brown hair was matted with rain, tears, and the blood pouring from the open gash on his forehead. Pleading cries came from below his bedroom. A woman was weeping as a man yelled. The same man that put the cut on the boy’s head."

All I want to say
is you’re the satellite in my life
You don’t have to lie
You don’t have to cry anymore"

The cries subdued to broken whimpers as the drunken man slammed the door to the garage. The 15-year-old padded down the stairs. His mother’s crumpled form lie on the kitchen’s dirty vinyl flooring. Purple bruises made their way up her wrists and blood oozed from a split lip and broken nose. The youth held her hand and examined the nasty bump on her head. “Did he get you?” She asked with strangled breath. “No mom, you saved me again.” Was his resigned reply.

"Lost inside your eyes
The vision never dies
Oh just take my hand
or float and never land"

She was slipping in and out of consciousness. “Don’t leave me now mom.” He wiped at his tears with the back of one hand.

"Then I hear you say
“Let’s live for the moment this time”
Then you want to keep me forever
Why don’t you just make up your mind"

Blood and tears filled his eyes, he could no longer see the filthy kitchen. He couldn’t see his mother’s face anymore. His brain felt sluggish and dizzy as her breather became shallower.

"You make my head spin
You make my head spin
Why, why do you?
You make my head spin
You make my head spin
Why, why"

The man was coming back, his intoxicated stumbling and yells could be heard through the decrepit house. “Where’s that son of yours, woman!” The woman wouldn’t answer ever again. The man’s bloodshot eyes widened in anger as he walked into the kitchen. “Get up boy!” He snarled.

"I can’t hear you scream
You wanna be alone
I can’t hear you scream at me
scream at me."

The man threw his son aside, slamming him into the wall. The boy scrambled to his feet. “What did you do to her?” The man charged, turning from his wife’s broken body to his son’s scrawny one. He pinned the teen against the wall. He choked and spluttered as his father’s fist constricted his throat. “It was you!” He spat out hatefully, struggling in the drunkard’s grasp. “You killed her!” The older man’s hold relented at his child’s words. The boy darted out the front door, running as fast as he could.

"I’m not perfect
I’m not perfect
No, no, no
I’m not perfect
I’m not perfect"

The man’s eyes went back to the dead body on the floor. He slid to the floor as sirens shrilled in the background.

"You make my head spin
You make my head spin
Why, why do you
You make my head spin
You make my head spin"

Officers put handcuffs roughly over his wrists, now he was the one slammed against the wall. He didn’t hear them telling him his rights. He saw his son’s hatred in those blue gray eyes. The boy’s eyes pierced him through the rain-streaked glass of the police cruiser’s window.

"Did I ever mean something?
Did I ever mean something to you?
Did I ever mean something?
Did I ever mean something to you?"