This One's For You (Of Mice & Men Fanfiction)

Chapter 1

Delilah's P.O.V

I looked over the edge of the tall apartment building I was standing on. This was it, this was the end. I don't know why I hadn't dont this before, but I knew it was the right thing to do. All of the bullying, the abuse, and the family drunkenness wouldn't matter anymore. After I jump, no one will have to worry anymore. Just as the thoughts were crossing my mind, I noticed two police cars speed into the building's parking lot and three cops all together jumped out of the cars. One of them had a megaphone, while the other two were trying to blow up some sort of mattress. A small crowd had started gathering, and I was wondering what I would do now. Fuck Delilah, you should've jumped ten minutes ago when nobody was here, now the whole street has come to watch you stand on the roof like an idiot. In a flash, I saw a tall, tattooed figure sprint inside the building. I had an idea of what he intended on doing, so without any further thoughts, I jumped, making sure not to land on the shitty excuse of a safety landing below.

I woke up what seemed like days later in a hospital bed. Apparently I didn't succeed in my attempt to end everything, because I was breathing, none of my bones were broken- wait, I have a cast. Well, Dellilah, look what you've done. You're still alive and you've broken your arm. You have failed once again. I looked around the room to see if there was anything interesting to look at. Wow, hospitals are boring. I lay there in silence until a nurse walked in, carrying a clipboard. "Ah, you're awake now." She said with a smile. I managed to nod without ripping her face off. I don't know, there was something about her I didn't like. Maybe the fact that she was so cheery around an attempted suicide patient. She wrote something down on her clipboard and opened the door to call for someone. "You have a visitor, apparently you guys are neighbours?" She said, and sent in someone I barely recognised. She left the room and thankfully didn't notice the evil glare I shot at her before she left. The person she sent in sat down in a chair next to my bed and gave me a sympathetic look. I was trying to place where I knew them from. Were they famous or something, because I swear I'd never met this person in my life. "Where do I know you from?" I asked him quietly. His tattoed arm stretched for the back of his neck before he answered. "I live in the same building as you when I'm not on tour." Ah, so he is famous. "Why do you live in such a shit place if you tour?" He shrugged and that was basically the answer he gave me. "Why did you jump off that building?" He whispered, like someone would've heard us. There was nobody around to hear us anyways, but I shrugged it off and told him everything.

He listened intently, and by the end of it he had a completely different look on his face, like he'd just learnt something, but not in a bad way like it usually would be. He told me how proud of me he was for telling him, which I also thought was kind of weird, but I shrugged that off as well. We talked about suicide and depression for a few hours until that bitch of a nurse came in and bid that I could leave. She unnattached tubes from my arms that I didn't even know were there, and hurt like a bitch to get out. Apparently it was illegal for a patient to walk out of a hospital, so the tattooed man had to push me out in a wheelchair. I hadn't even learnt his name yet, and he knew so much about me. I realised that because of the mediciation I was put on in the hospital, I couldn't walk steadily without someone helping me, so he ended up half carrying me to his car. "You really don't have to drive me anywhere.." I stammered, and a large smile played on his lips. "Well, how else are you going to get home?" He laughed. I shrugged my shoulders and got in his car. I know it's weird to get in someone's car who you barely know, but I trust this guy completely, and owe him my life. Even though I shouldn't be living, it was still a good thing for him to stay in the hospital with me. My next mission was to find out more about this guy, hell, I didn't even know his name. During the drive to our apartment building, I found out his name was Austin Carlile, and that he was in a band called Of Mice & Men. I learnt about his tours, his band, and why he had such a shit apartment. It was because he was hardly home, and he hated when guys in bands had such huge mansions that they hardly needed.

By the time we reached home, he'd learnt my name and I'd learnt his, which was basically all we needed. We were walking upstairs, still talking, when Austin stopped in his tracks. "Delilah, I know I don't know you very well, but hear me out." He said, and waited for my response. I nodded and he continued talking. "Will you let me take you on tour with me? I can show you everything beautiful in this world that would make you want to stay." He said. I took his offer into account, and dwelled on it for a few seconds. Austin let me think about it while we walked up to my apartment, which I was way too scared to enter. "It'll only be one month." Austin said after a few minutes silence. I nodded and fumbled around my pocket to find my house key. "The nurse gave it to me in case you wanted to harm yourself or something with it.. Which I trust you won't." Austin said quietly, and I looked down at my bare arms. I wasn't used to this, having so many self inflicted wounds visible. I took my keys and opened the door to my apartment, which was thankfully empty. "What about my offer?" Austin asked. "Come back in the morning and I'll give you an answer, but I'm warning you Mr. Carlile, you don't know what you're getting yourself into." I warned him, and he waved his hand. "You'll realise how amazing this world is once I'm done with you. You're still only sixteen, you're young." He said with a smile, and waved me goodbye. I closed to door and went straight to my tiny room. It was only me and my Dad who lived here, who came home drunk almost every night with his friends. After a few hours of trying to sleep, I heard Dad arrive home and start cursing everything and everyone, including me. "Good luck Austin." I murmured to myself before I managed to drift off to sleep.