I Can Save You (Dricki)

C5- W.A.Y.S

" If there's one thing that I learned
While in those county lines
Is that everything takes time
You have gotta lose your pride
You have gotta lose your mind
Just to find your peace of mind
You have got to trust the signs
Everything will turn out fine, so. . .
Why aren't you smiling? Why aren't you smiling?
Life can get wild when, you caught in the whirlwind
Lost in the whirlwind, you're chasing the wind
You gotta understand. . .
There's really no end, there's really no beginning
There's really no real, there's really no pretending
There's really no fail, there's really no winning
'Cause nothing really is and everything really isn't. . ."

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"Aubrey. I know you're by your phone. You haven't answered your mom's or my calls! Pick up the phone Aubrey. Either that, or call me back. Peace."

That was Jhené's voicemail. She sent it two days ago.

Today was supposed to be the day he got his things ready to go on tour. Then he'd head out tomorrow with the OVO crew and the tour bus, and their first stop would be Los Angeles. They'd get there by 5:30. The show would start at 6:30. The show would end at 8:00. Then he'd leave.

That was the plan.

But what was he doing?

Sitting in a hotel room, all alone, laying on his back on the uncomfortable, lumpy hotel mattress, with all the lights off and the radio playing lowly. That's what he was doing.

This was how he coped.

His curls were unruly and he hadn't moved from the spot he was in for more than five hours. With his hands resting on his stomach and head tilted, staring at the ceiling. He hadn't eaten. At the most, he drank a glass of water that day, and returned to his position on the comforter. He felt empty. Not food-wise, but as in, he felt emotionless. His dreams, his fucking soul, had been shattered to pieces by the one person he loved differently than everyone else.

This was how he coped.

He separated himself from society, from friends, from family. Isolated himself. Backed into that dark corner that he hated, that depressed voice in his head that told him to disappear and never go back.

He liked to think that he had two personalities: Aubrey and Drake.

Aubrey was kind of emotional, kind of sensitive to the things people often said to or about him. Drake didn't give a fuck, and he'd often deal with things by drinking his problems away.

He tried that. It cost him his relationship with Onika.

He sighed to himself and turned on his side and contemplated whether he would be able to fall asleep. In a way, he was wide awake, seeing as he'd done nothing but lay in bed, what else was there to do but sleep? He was hungry, but wasn't sure he felt like eating. He wanted to go out and do something, but the comfortableness of the plush, thick comforter made him lazy. He wanted to do something about his hair, but moving was out of the question.

He nearly jumped two feet in the air when there was a knock at the door. He nearly had a heart attack when he realized that he had never bothered to lock it.

Panicking a little, he shifted as quietly as he could and pulled the thick comforter up to his shoulders and pretended to sleep.

The person knocked again. "Aubrey? Aubrey? Come on, big head, open the door. I know you're in there. Your car's outside, dumbass."