Don't Forget Me ~ Emblem3 Fan Fiction

Chapter 4~ Fresh Start

Keaton POV

More crying. Ugh. Do those kids ever stop? I mean, c'mon, I just got here, and I'm not crying. This is stupid. I need to get back home... I've probably missed our next show- well, it's got to be cancelled- but I have to figure out a way to get out of here and I've got to do it soon. Our manager won't be too happy if we've got to cancel more shows because I'm not there.

Huh. I wonder what he's telling the press about this whole thing. I mean, getting kidnapped isn't the most believable story, even if it is true. What would they say? I had to go visit a relative? I ran away? I guess people would believe that. Recently, I haven't been so happy being the center of attention and getting followed by screaming girls wherever I go. To be honest, I would love time off, but not like this. And I would never run away from the band. Wes knows that, and hopefully he'll assure everyone that. God I miss him, and Drew, and my mom, and, well, everyone. And it's only been- well, I don't know, maybe a day? Two? Crap. I don't know what time it is. I don't even know what day it is.  I just hope I can get back soon. 

To add onto that mess, I haven't slept at all. I've tried, but between these annoying, whiny kids, and my restless mind, I haven't been able to keep my eyes closed for five seconds without seeing everyone back home. I rubbed my eyes and glanced at the girl who had yelled at me last night. She was still sleeping. What was her problem anyway? Whatever. I have to focus. Escape. 

I stood up for about the millionth time to try and break open the bars, thinking it would somehow be weaker than the last time I tried. I rattled the bars but they wouldn't budge, just like before. "C'mon, c'mon..." I shook them more. I was starting to get really frustrated with this. "C'MON."

The crying stopped. Everything and everyone was quiet. They looked at me timidly. "Sorry," I muttered, feeling ashamed that I let my anger get to me. I sat down and put my head to my knees. I was close to hitting rock bottom. 

"Hey, are you okay?" 

I looked up to see the girl looking at me curiously. All signs of aggression were gone. She seemed genuinely concerned. She furrowed her brow, confused. "What?" I asked, some bitterness sliding through my voice.

"I said, are you okay?" She smirked. "You look like you're about to have a temper tantrum."

"I'm fine, thanks." Ugh. Why is she acting like everything's totally chill? It's not. We're fucking locked in a cage in who knows where. "What was up with you before?"

Again, she seemed confused, but then she said, "Oh... sorry about that. Uh, I'm pretty sure I have a concussion, and last night I had a killer headache so-"

"-so naturally you'd just want to scream at me?" I interrupted. "Someone who doesn't know where he is, or what happened, or-" I cut off as I saw the look on her face. I took a deep breath. I needed to calm down.

"Look, man, I'm said I'm sorry. I just needed some sleep. But can you just let it go? It’s not that big of a deal. Let's get a fresh start." She held out her hand. "I'm Skyler.”

For I moment I hesitated.  I debated whether or not I could trust her- but hey, she might know some information about where we are or how to get out of here. I shook her hand. "Keaton." 

"Well Keaton, nice to meet you," was all she said back.

After an awkward moment of silence, I decided to get some info. "So... do you know where we are?"

Skyler giggled, then stopped once she saw the serious look on my face. She cleared her throat uncomfortably. "Sorry- um, all I know is that we are somewhere in the middle of nowhere."