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Vol 24: Help me

Calum Hood usually didn't feel any other emotion then neutral. Well, when they played live- that's when he felt alive— but anything else, not an ounce of liveliness filled any part of his heart. The vibrations of the base, the sound the strings caused when you strummed it a certain way. The audience, the screaming where it was beyond deafening— is what kept Calum going. But when that stopped. Everything stopped, and it all became still again.

It was difficult for him to feel things. Human emotions. Raw and unforced. Yes, his band mates; his brothers, were close to his heart— his family a given; he'd drop everything for them. But yet, he still felt this large gaping hole of nothingness. And nothing lived in that black large whole of nothingness. Nothing. It was hard for him to feel something, anything. He could never look forward to anything— not even his own birthday. Everything felt the same.

So when he saw Lacey in the arms of her older brother, barley able to breath; a human privilege, something inside that gaping hole shifted.

"Lacey!"

"Fuck."

"Shit."

Angie didn't know one personal thing about her long-term boyfriends younger sister. Only that she liked Billie Eilish and liked to dress baggy most of the time. Other than that, nothing much comes to mind.

So when trying to calm down said person whos face seemed whiter than the surface of the rocky moon, it was a challenge when you couldn't reach their hand properly. Or when you didn't know them at all.

"Are you okay?! What happened?!" Angie was holding the girls' shoulders, eyes wide as her head frantically moved trying to find someone— anyone.

Lacey couldn't say much. She was breathing short, and it seemed as though someone stopped her oxygen tank; but she wasn't underwater. The large beads of tears forming in her eyes and her hands clasping on her throat trying to open an airway didn't send the messages Angie was hoping for.

"Uh- okay— it's gonna be alright." Angie was stumbling over her words, but who would blame her?

Angie quickly scoped through her pocket, one hand on Lacey's shoulder still— as she quickly and but clumsily tried to dial a number on her phone.

The line was dialling.

"It's gonna be okay." Angie tried to hold Lacey's gaze but the poor girl was bouncing her pupils off everywhere but the girl in front of her as she tried to have one full breath.

As Angie's face grew more helpless and terrified, the more Lacey wheezed for oxygen. It was like someone blocked her air ways- and the only way to compensate was the water coming out from her eyes and the sweat of her forehead.

Stuck in the ground with her knees to her chest and hands on her throat and heart- Lacey wanted it to end; she'll do fucking anything. Fucking anything. She never felt pain like this before. Like the world was breaking around her- the ground crumbling around her but just leaving the piece she was standing on.

Ever since that night in the rain, she forgot about what the pain was really like. But it struck harder— deadlier. The weight of all the suns in the galaxy.

Lacey saw Angie's mouth moving fast as she had her phone up to her ear, but the audio became inaudible and muffled, like someone plugged cement in her ear drums. Maybe because her senses where placed else where.

Angie pushed back the hair that was sticking on Lacey's forehead and rubbed her hands— just so she could distract the girl as she cooed reassurance. But Lacey couldn't really understand what the frantic girl was saying— and it didn't help that both of them had their brains scattered.