Chapter 3

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TW: MENTIONS OF A CHARACTER'S DEATH, IMPLIED SUICIDE

~Rylan's POV~
I ran over to the other bus. We finally stopped and now I can see the rest of the band! I knocked on the window "Pizza guy!" The door opened and the guys ran out "RYLAN!!" They all tackled me with hugs. There was a total of six members in the band, me, James, Shawn, Jack, Rex, and Dave. I convinced Dave to join the band. I had to give up all of my Halloween candy, but I got him to join.

When we stood up I looked around "Where's Shawn? I wanna say hi to him!" I smiled. They looked at each other, they looked sad. My smile fell, "Did something happen to Shawn..?" James put his hands in his pockets, looking at the ground, "Um..well...Y'know about that club? The one we promised to never ever join?" The 27 club. I nodded "Uh-huh..?" James looked at me. He sighed, "Well, he joined it. He's gone, Rylan." I just stared at them, I smiled "This is some shitty joke, isn't it?" Rex shook his head. He grabbed my shoulders. He had a really tight grip, which hurt alot.

"Rylan. We would never joke about this shit. Shawn is gone. He's dead." I looked at the ground tearing up. I just got here, and now I'm told my friend is dead. I looked back up at them "What got him..?"

"Heroin. He overdosed. He left a note for each of us, here." Jack said, giving me a piece of paper. I went back to the other bus and sat on my bed, unfolding the paper and reading it.

'Rylan,
This is the very last letter I'm ever gonna write. You were the nicest person in the band so I decided to put this letter last. It's a special letter, I guess. I know you tried everything to keep me feel better, but I just can't feel happy anymore. I'm sorry. I'm too kind to everyone for my own good, that's why the guys picked on me so much. I'm bored with music and the band but I can't imagine myself doing something else. The only option I see is the one I'm about to choose. By the way, if you're worried about my dogs, they're with my mom. I'm sorry for what I'm about to do. I'm sorry I broke the promise.'

I folded the paper up, putting it in my pocket. I was crying. Shawn was like a brother to me, he was older than me but he felt like a younger brother to me. I heard Kurt, Krist and Dave and quickly wiped my tears away, hiding any evidence of sadness. Kurt was carrying the kitten they found before we started touring, I think they named her Sprinkles or something. Dave was holding Krist's hand and talking to him about something.

I feel fine. I feel fine.

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making things go from 0 to 1000 is my talent
-me

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