goodbye calls. [short stack fan fic]

Part 49

After half an hour of washing my face free from ink I made my way back to the stage.

Sonny and Shaun were sitting on the edge of the stage laughing quietly together

They saw me coming and their laughter became louder, Shaun was laughing so much that he fell of the stage; sonny laughed even louder.

Sonny’s laughter echoed from all around me.

“Ok.” I said pouting and walking onto the stage, but hanging back at bradies drums to avoid any more attacks, “Truce?”

Sonny turned and smiled at me “deal.” He laughed.

I left the safety of the drums and walked over to the edge of the stage; Shaun was still in silent fits of laughter on the floor.

Giggling to myself I walked away to find Amanda. I was gunna need her makeup skills if I was going to look presentable for the show, and not like I was blushing all through the show; my face was still all red and blotchy from scrubbing off the ink.

Amanda, Maddie and the others still weren’t back, so I went find Stacey.

After walking into many wrong doors, interrupting jimmy while he was on the phone, and getting screamed at by him, I found Stacey.

She was talking with Andy about tonight’s order of the bands; at least that’s what I hope they were talking about.

They were standing close together, tangled around each other; but doing nothing but talking.

I quietly turned and walked back the way I came, remembering what Andy said all those nights ago;

“ I can’t ever talk to her alone without someone else interrupting, it’s getting annoying.”

With jimmy still on the phone, and Shaun and sonny still on stage; I was alone.

I seldom got time alone, and decided to go exploring.

It was your standard layout of theatre, dressing rooms, green room, stage, wings; the usual stuff.

Humming to myself, I was walking by a dressing room that caught my attention, the door was half open; I could see the stage props inside.

I went inside, leaving the door open for light, climbing my way over to the stand at the back.

There was a costume that caught my attention.

Just as I got to the costume I heard the door creak.

It blew shut, I wasn’t fazed, and pulled my phone out to shed some light on the room so I could get back to the door and out to the light.

My phone was dead, “shit.” I said to myself “I knew I forgot to do something.”

I clambered over the boxes and various other obstacles in the dark, using the light coming from under the door to navigate where I was going, reaching the door and turning the handle.

It wouldn’t turn.

I tried again, turning harder.

It still wouldn’t turn.

This wasn’t good.

I felt my way along the wall, finding a light switch.

I flicked it on, no light filled the room.

Why I thought to myself slumping against the boxes why do these things always happen to me?

Because you’re too happy. I replied.

Great I was going insane and talking to myself already.

Looking around the room as my eyes adjusted, I felt a wave of claustrophobia wash over me.

I stood back up and tried the door again, to take my mind off the childhood fear.

“Hello?” a called, banging on the door and turning the handle, “can anyone hear me?”

There was no reply.

I began to sob as the claustrophobia overwhelmed me.

Trying again and again to open the door I tugged on the door handle. It came off in my hand.

“crap.” I whined. Throwing it behind me; it hit the boxes and rolled next to my feet; I kicked it away from me.

“Jimmy? Shaun? Andy? Anyone!?” I called getting desperate.

After a few more minutes of desperately kicking the door, banging on it and calling out; and getting no real results, I sighed and turned back to the box pile, hoping I could find something to shed some light around the room, and slipped on the door handle, it rolled out from underneath my feet and I fell forwards.

I put my hands in front of me to break my fall, but I didn’t think to remember the boxes in front of me.

There was a sharp pain in the side of my head and everything went black.

I fell against the floor unconscious.

Dreaming of my mother