The Black Night [Pete Wentz, Patrick Stump, Brendon Urie, Dallon Weekes, Alex Gaskarth, Jack Barakat]

The Black Night

Tonight is the night.

The one night out of the entire year that they can be themselves.

This night belongs to the misfits, the losers, the fuck ups, the failures, the broken, the beaten, and the forgotten.

It's not that there are extravagant parties or riots tonight.

No. Tonight is the night right after the first full moon in November.

Tonight instead of decreasing slightly in size, the cycle just, starts over.

The sky is pitch black and not even the gray clouds can be seen from the ground.

Each of the kids who can slip away for just a night make their way out of their houses:

Brendon: Tonight. I'm so glad this happened tonight. Because all to hell if I'd had nowhere to go tonight.

"BRENDON. OPEN THE FUCKING DOOR. IF I HAVE TO OPEN IT MYSELF IT'LL ONLY BE WORSE."

I quietly creep over to my window.

"BRENDON YOU KNOW WHY IM DOING THIS. YOU MAY THINK IM FUCKED UP BUT YOU'RE THE FUCKED UP ONE."

I jump out my first floor window before I hear anymore.

I don't need him. I don't need anyone but Dallon. Well. I need two things. I need Dallon, and I need the Black Night.

I get out my phone and open a message to Dal.

Dallon: "MAYBE IF YOU HADN'T TOLD HIM THAT IT WAS OKAY HE WOULDN'T HAVE TURNED OUT AS SUCH A FAILURE"

"HE'S YOUR SON TOO YOU KNOW" I hear something shatter against a wall.

"NO SON OF MINE IS A FAG".

My hands shake as I listen to my parents scream at one another, oblivious to the panic i'm feeling in my chest.

I'm sitting with my back against my bedroom door and I can hear every word.

I jump when I hear my phone ding.

1 New Message From Bren 

"I'm almost to your house. I'll be outside the window. Xoxo"

I wipe the tears off my face and stand up. I sigh as I slip my vans on and walk to my window. I see Brendon and open it before climbing out. Before I can close it he hears the yelling inside and gives me an apologetic look, taking in my disheveled appearance. I close the window and flash him a forced smile.

He hugs me.

Patrick: bring!

A message from Pete pops up on my screen so I click to open it.

Peterpanda-What's the temperature outside?

'Trick-Cold Pete. It's cold.

Peterpanda-Soooooo

'Trick- Cold enough that you can wear a hoodie and nobody will ask questions.

Peterpanda- Thanks Tricky.

I put my phone in my back pocket and walk towards my front door.

I stop when I see my mom laying on the couch, asleep with her shoes still on.

I go over to her and pull a blanket over her.

"Sleep tight mom." I whisper as I slide out the door, locking it behind me.

Pete: I throw on my black sweatshirt and make my way to the bathroom to fix my hair.

I look in the mirror and attempt to make myself look half decent.

As I bring my hand up to my head for the thousandth time my sleeve drops down my thin pail arm and I see everything I've done.

A tear slips down my eye but I brush it away. 

Be strong Pete, you need to be a role model for your sister.

I sigh at that thought.

What kind of role model is weak enough to scar themselves?

Pft, what kind of role model wants to die?

I shake off the thoughts, wipe my eyes, and leave my room, turning off my light in the process.

"Wendy! Time to go!" I say excitedly as I walk into her room.

"Yay!" She says as she pulls on a Peter Pan sweatshirt over her white tank top. She's fourteen but I know she never wants to grow up. He'll, I'm sixteen and I don't want to grow up.

Even though our parents are on a business's trip, I tug on my sleeves as we walk down the hall and out the door, just to make sure that no one can see.

Alex: I fix my hair one last time before running quietly to the kitchen. On my way pat the living room I notice a figure passed out in the large chair.

I sigh and make my way into the kitchen.

I quickly put all the bottles into the recycling before sneaking quietly out of the house.

Once I'm a few houses down from mine I text Jack.

I'm so excited.

Jack: I suck in my  stomach as I look in the mirror.

Ugh. Why are you so fat? I told you not to eat and you still did. How do you think Alex will ever love you if you look like this?

A tear strays down my face but I bat it away.

It's the truth. I need to loose a lot of weight.

Bring!

I look down to see a text from no other than my best friend Alex.

Lexybear-"I'm on my way. Hurry up dude! Whatever you wear will be fine, I know you're still getting dressed lol, it takes you forever. But remember, it'll be totally dark, no one will really see you that well."

I decide to just reply when I'm out of the house and not waste any more time.

I pull on a loose blink shirt so that Alex won't be able to see my fat. I tug a sweatshirt over my head before fixing my hair in the mirror.

Why do you try? It never looks good.

That's true.

I walk out of my room and put a smile on.

"Bye May!" I yell as I rush out the door.

JackJack-"I'm on my way."

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