Time Stood Still

Kenland

*Kenland*

(Kenadee Lucker + Copeland Quinn)
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"Dad... I'm going to Warped again. They always let me in with none to little price because of who you were. I'll probably set up a tent later on for those who want my autograph." I sighed and looked down at the stuffed animal on the grass. "Someone left me another plushie. I keep all of the plushies. Mom thinks I'm a hoarder. But it is impolite to decline a gift. She needs to understand that these mean a lot to me. They're from people you saved with your music. They gave me their sincere condolences and in return, what did I give them? Nothing. I mean... If I could, I would hug and thank every one of them. But the most admirable thing about you, was that you saved thousands and thousands of people. And I couldn't get around to all of them. But it would totally be awesome if I could." I turned on my phone to see I had twenty minutes to get to the venue. "Gotta go, Dad. The moshputs await for my presence. I love you." I kissed the stone of the grave and hugged it.

I picked up the stuffed animal as I stood up and looked at it. It was a chibi stuffed human of my dad and he had white wings stitched to his back. I covered my mouth to hold back tears as I looked down at the gravestone. "It's a plushie of you, Dad. No one's done that before. Oh my god..." I fell to my knees crying my heart out. "Dad... Why? Why did you go out and drink when you knew you were about to drive? You always told me to never do that and look at you now. You fucking hypocrite!" I yelled as I hit the stone with my fists.

I held the plushie close to my chest and I slowly stopped crying. I went numb and I looked at the grave. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't've snapped at you like that. I need to respect my elders. Especially my parents." I looked down at my bandaged hands. "Oh yeah. I forgot to tell you... Remember those cover-up tattoos you got on your fingers? I got those, too... In honour of you." I took the bandages off to show the healing skin to the grave. "I thought about putting "Stomp On" with a heart on my last finger, but I don't know. I felt like I wanted this more. I can still do that on the knuckles below these... Yeah... I think I'll do that. I will. I'll have to save up. I better get going. I'm already late. I love you, Dad."

I stood up, holding the plushie close and started walking towards the cemetery entrance. I squinted at an object ahead of me and my eyes widened as I realised it was a girl who couldn't give up. I ran towards her, my string backpack slapping my back. I kneeled next to her. "Are you okay? Do you need an ambulance?"

She lifted her head and both of our tear-sfained faces stared at the other.

Beep, beep.

Beep, beep.

Beep, beep.

Beep, beep.

Confused, I looked at my clock. The numbers were no longer there.

"Who are you?" She asked me, her blue eyes were soft and full of fear.

"Kenadee. Kenadee Lucker. Mitch Lucker's daughter." Her eyes widened. "Do you want an autograph?"

"No, I'm just surprised we hadn't met before. I mean... Most of my friends know you or they were friends with your dad or mine. I'm Kellin Quinn's daughter, Copeland." Copeland explained.

"Why are you at the cemetery?" I asked her.

Her eyes darted anywhere... But in my direction.

"Cope?" She started to sob and that's when I noticed how her jacket sleeves stuck to her arms and how the hoodie pocket on her stomach had a bulge.

"I can't tell you why..." She managed to say.

"I know why." I said calmly. Copeland looked up at me, her feaures displaying fear. I lifted up my hoodie sleeves to show multiple bracelets covering my arms. I took them off one by one to show not an inch of skin that wasn't scar tissue or covered in red lines. "Give me the gun. I know it's in your pocket."

I scanned her over. She wore a pink hoodie with white jeans and Sperrys. She had a white flower in her hair and a choker around her neck. Never would I had guessed that the daughter of Kellin Quinn was suicidal. But then again, no one guessed I was either.

I'm guessing it's those damn Directioners that pushed her this way. They told Alex Gaskarth to kill himself. They praised the lord for when they assumed my dad killed himself. Then they started attacking me. Message after message of hate. I took it to heart too fast and too quickly and next thing I know, I'm painting my arms in red with a metal paintbrush and I want to put a bullet through my brains. I saw some of them attacking Kellin and Vic, too, accusing them to harming Katelynn. I just never thought about it would effect their daughter.

Copeland handed me the gun. "I knew I was going to end up being buried here. I requested to be in my will. A lot of Suicide Silence's music gave me hope. A will to actually try to live. But I don't wanna live anymore."

"Yes you do." I sighed and hugged her after I put the gun in my backpack. "You don't want to die. You just want the pain to stop. And I bet your arms look like mine. And I bet that your head races like mine." I paused for a moment. "Do you listen to twenty øne piløts?" Cope nodded. "It's like the song Migraine from Vessel. Sometimes death seems better than the Migraine in your head. And your head is filled with tidal waves and suicidal crazed lions. And you're doing what Tyler sang. "Sometimes to stay alive, you've gotta kill your mind." But then there's the song Holding On To You. "You think twice about your life. It probably happens at night, right? Fight it. Take the pain, ignite it. Tie a noose around your mind loose enough to breathe fine and tie it to a tree. Tell it, "You belong to me, this ain't a noose, this is a leash and I have news for you. You must obey me."" You need to understand that you can take the pain from dark times and ignite it. Ignite it into something beautiful and helpful. Ignite it and make the darker times brighter."

"You're very poetic. I like that. Poetry calms me down." She sniffled and told me.

I picked her up bridal-style and walked to my car. I set her in the passenger seat and I put the gun in the hand console in between the seats. "Did you drive here?" I asked her.

She shook her head. "No, I walked from the hotel, since both of my dads are on Warped Tour, I decided to come with and take online courses."

"Okay. That makes more sense, considering I don't see any other cars here. Now..." I looked over at her and smirked. "Wanna go to Warped Tour with me?"

Copeland bit her lip, trying to hide a smile. "I can't."

"Why not?"

"My dad actually did buy a backpack with a leash on it."

"To hell with it! He'll deal. Off to Warped we go!"

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"COPELAND?! FANS, BRING HER AND THE GIRL SHE'S WITH UP HERE!" Kellin yelled from the stage.

I grabbed a mic from backstage and smiled at Kellin when I got there from crowdsurfing.

"Copeland..." Kellin said in an intimidating "dad voice."

"Yes, Dad?" Copeland said into my mic.

"What. The fuck. Are you. Doing. Here? Someone go get me the backpack with the leash and the turtleneck and sweats!" Kellin yelled backstage.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Quinn. It's my fault." I said into the mic.

"You look vaguely familiar... Then again I'm tired as fuck, so excuse me, but who are you?"

"It's me... Kenadee Lucker." The crowd went wild. "And... Um... I'm your daughter's clockmate." I think my eardrums busted from how much the crowd was cheering and screaming.

"Kenadee! I support you and all, but don't bring my daughter to Warped."

"Dad... I'm seventeen."

"Not old enough."

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