Can't Shake The Noise From Their Bones (An All Time Low Fanfiction)

Therapy

Danielle's POV

I awoke the next morning on the couch. I went into the kitchen and saw it was still early. I made myself breakfast and watched Harry Potter until around noon. I wanted to do something productive today so I went upstairs and changed into black skinny jeans and a grey v-neck. I kept my hair up in a bun and left for the mall. I needed new white skinny jeans anyways.

I walked around the mall for hours when I finally decided to leave. I picked the busiest day to come to the mall. I was stuck in the parking lot for what seemed like forever. I plugged my phone into the car and began blasting and singing along to Mayday Parade.

We used to be something surreal

Others looked to us for what we built We were envied until the point

The point in which we fell

We fell by the wayside, and slowly watched ourselves die

A lonely death in which no one cared and no one came

When the walls cave in, we only have ourselves to blame

And even if it's dark at least we'll be together

Slowly sinking in the earth to lay forever

You better grab a hold and hold on for your life

Because you don't get lucky twice

I finally got out of traffic and made it home for 8:00. I remembered I had work the next day. I quickly found something to eat and sat on the couch once more. When it was 10:00, I headed upstairs and took a long shower. I pulled on some sweat pants and a Fall Out Boy shirt and curled up in bed. I opened the recent text from Alex:

Hey Danielle, how's it going? I was just letting you know we're going on tour for 2 months, I was wondering if you wanted to hang out sometime this week before we leave?

Of course I wanted to but I had to work.

Hey Alex, things are good for now. Sadly, I'm working this week. I guess I'll see you guys when you get back. Sorry :(

I put my phone on the nightstand and slowly drifted off.

The next week went by slowly. I kept checking my phone but there were no new texts or calls. Friday night came and I had nothing to do but sit at home and watch movies like every other night.

I guess being lonely kind of got to me. If I never met All Time Low I wouldn't feel this way. Maybe I should stay away, maybe we weren't supposed to be frien- I felt a ball in my throat as tears slid down my face. What if they never even thought of me as friends?

I then thought about how depressed I really was. It started again.

See, 3 years ago when I left Toronto, my parents kicked me out of the house. They treated me nicely and all but I guess things change. When I was 15 I started feeling unhappy all the time. I couldn't control it. One thing led to another and let's just say that's the reason behind my scars.

My parents found out when I was 18 and told me to go to therapy or else I wouldn't be allowed in the house. And that's why I left. I refused, I told them I could do it on my own but they thought otherwise. I wasn't allowed in the house. I was left wandering on my own in the streets of Toronto. I thought about how stupid it was that I wasn't just hurting myself but I was hurting other people. When I was 20 I had stopped inflicting pain on myself and left that town. Forever. I never talked to my parents ever again. And that's how I ended up on this couch by myself.

I was stronger than this. I distracted myself with more TV and sleep although the nightmares still got to me. I just followed my usual routine at work everyday for the next 3 months. I heard from the guys once or twice but I never really answered their texts or calls. I was fine. Music got me through this all. Music was the only thing there for me all the time.

It was mid-November when I got a knock on the door. I opened it to see a familiar face. I didn't want to see him, it would just cause more pain. I just sat on the floor and began to cry. That was how I released my feelings, that's the only way I knew how to release my feelings. He sat down with me and held me in his arms calming me down until I fell asleep in his arms. He truly was amazing. Maybe he did care about a stranger. Maybe I was wrong.