Gravity

Gravity pulls you in

Matt dragged himself out of bed the next morning. It was almost noon. He never slept in that long.

He stumbled down the stairs, drowsily pulling out his phone and opening up Twitter, collapsing on his couch. Nothing new, no more people sending him condolences about Adam. None of them knew he was slowly dying inside, slowly being pulled to oblivion.

He made a tweet, not really knowing what he said. It was probably one of his usual weird things.

He made some coffee and checked Twitter. His inbox was flooding with worried fans asking if he was okay. He rubbed his eyes and checked his own stream.

The tweet he had made was "i want to kill myself".

Oh.

He quickly deleted it, but knew that people would've already screenshotted it, would be posting it all over social media.

Maybe that's what was inside his subconscious. A death wish. Like he'd act on it or anything.

The rest of the band were probably worried out of their minds, if they'd seen.

Matt scrolled through his photos, trying to find a good one to post, but instead there were tons of him and Adam. Selfies, silly faces, a kiss on the cheek.

He picked one of them smiling and tweeted it out with the caption "sorry about scaring you guys, don't worry, im fine".

Lying to everyone.

He lazed on the couch all day, reading stories and using tumblr. Every time his phone rang, and it was Hoopes or Jon or John or Dave or Ethan, he just ignored it, instead tweeting another pic of him and Adam.

Nobody knocked on the door all day, and Matt fell asleep late at night.