Somewhere in Neverland (An All Time Low Fan Fic)

Prologue

Just wanted to say, this is dedicated to my awesome cover maker, and I had to keep options open, so the other fabulous makers will be dedicated in the next chapters! Sooo, with all due respect, here is my story! Enjoy:) xx

Prologue

"MaKenna, please call me. We're worried. Please, we love you. I love you. Call us, please."

"Kenna, it's Jack,  call me and Noelle. Come on, girl, just call us, or text even. Where are you?"

"Kenna-Rae. Please, call someone, or we're going to have to call your parents. I love you, Macy Facy."

My phone rested on my cheek, replaying the messages in my inbox over and over again as the heat formed a cellular print into my skin.

My eyes burned from the tear stains, which had been dry for hours, but the blotchy skin remained. My nails were stinging from being bit to the quick, and my hair was a tangled mess ratting around my shoulders. In safer words, I was a complete and utter emotional, and not to mention physical, train wreck. One of those big ones, with the explosions and no survivors.

The only light shining around me was from the light under the pool, glistening slowly under the calm, chlorinated water. It danced across my cradled body, making shimmering patterns along the length of my torso and legs, drawing its playful circles of light along the edges of exposed skin.

I was laying on the deck, my jeans soaked through, almost memorized by the water I knew every inch of, the only place I could shut out everything but my thoughts.

But I couldn't swim, not tonight. Hell, I shouldn't even be in the building, if anyone knew, I'd be fired from the lifeguarding job I was so proud to acquire. But who cared, at the moment, my life was at an all time low.

Oh, God, I couldn't even breathe. I let the messages slowly replay again, hearing the voices of the people I loved so much, who loved me so much, echo through the mic. But they were interrupted, the slow buzzing of my phone as a call came through.

I let it go, of course, and watched as the One New Voicemail note appeared. I tried to listen, but the tears resurfaced as his voice reached my ears.

"MaKenna, please, please call Noelle, or Jack, or Mason. They're so worried about you. I'm worried about you. I'm so sorry for what happened, between us. I love you, so much..." His voice trailed away, as if he couldn't find the right words. "I... I need you, MaKenna. I need you to stay safe. Please, don't hurt yourself. Just call someone, please. I love you."

The sobs racked my body as his message ended. I slid my phone away from me, staring it down as if it was an evil, cruel device from hell. Why couldn't they all just let me be? Why couldn't Alex just leave me alone, to depress over him in quiet solitude, in the one place I felt safe.

I thought I could feel safe with him, but that was before it all happened: him, Kayla. Even Noelle and Jack seemed to be on the torturing level. I just wanted a little peace. But my phone wouldn't have it. It began to buzz again, and I could just barely make out the screen: a flurry of ginger and brown hair. It was Noelle calling, once again.

This time, unlike the six times before, I sloshed across the pool deck ungracefully and grabbed up my phone, hitting the green button and answer with a shaky hello.

"Oh, my God. Where the hell are you? Jack and I are worried sick, not to mention Mason is so close to calling your mom, and possibly even your dad. Tell me where you are, I'm coming to get you right now." Noelle said frantically, and I could just make out the jingle of her keys in the background.

"Noelle, just you, okay? Don't bring anyone with you. I don't want... I just can't... Okay? Promise?"

"I swear Kenna, now where are you?"

"I'm at the pool."

"Should have fucking figured. Hang tight, I'll be there in two seconds." I hung up the phone, and sat against the wall, breathing in through my nose, out through my mouth. It had been my method to keeping the vomit down since I was little.

Once I felt stable enough to clamber to my feet, I walked into the office and shut off the light to the pool. I made my way outside, jingling my key in the lock just as Noelle's little black Accord pulled up. She jumped out quickly, her ginger hair flying as she ran to me and pulled me into her arms.

"Oh, Kenna, I'm so sorry. I'm so damn sorry this all happened to you. It was never supposed to end up like this." She said against my hair, and I sighed. She was right, it shouldn't have ended like this at all. In fact, I shouldn't have let it begin in the first place.