The Lives Of Abigail Rose Stump and Jakayla Ann Wentz

Chapter 11: Existential Crisis

•Abby's POV•

Tour life is amazing! I've got to meet so many fans of my brothers, and they love me almost as much as I love them! It's amazing! I think the best part is touring with Jakayla though. We have our own section of the bus away from the guys, cause I mean face it. . . they stink after concerts. I was sitting in my bunk surfing through Twitter when all of a sudden Joe runs into Jakayla's and my room in a panic.

"ABBY! Somethings happened to Jackie!"

"WHAT?" I throw my phone down and chase after Joe as he runs into the bathroom on the other side of the bus. I push open the door of the bathroom to see Jakayla lying on the floor in a pool of blood surrounded by Pete and Patrick. A blood rattling scream erupts through out my body as sobs begin to take over. I sink to the floor as my body shakes with sobs. I try to crawl over to her, but Patrick throws his arms around my stomach, and drags me out of the room. I can hear sirens down the road.

"Shhhhh. Shhhhhh. Abby calm down." My older brother whispers into my ear as he pulls me to him.

"I can't. . . I can't. . . " I couldn't continue without choking on my own tears. "Shhhh, Abby calm down. She'll be okay." Patrick's breaking down now.

"She has to be okay right?" His own sobs taking over mine. Just then the paramedics burst through the door.

"Over here!" I hear Pete call from the back of the bus. They rush into the bathroom, and emerge minutes later with my best friend on a stretcher with Pete following close behind.

"Patrick! I'm going to go to the hospital with Jackie." Pete shouts at my brother before following the paramedics out the door.

"Abbs? Abbs? Do you want to go to the hospital with me?" Patrick says in a quite voice. I just shake my head. If I talked again, I would just break down in sobs. Patrick helps me to my feet before pulling me along onto the sidewalk (Fun Fact: In Great Britain they call sidewalks, pavement :P) to flag down a taxi. I lean against Patrick.

"Patrick?" My voice comes out as a whisper.

"Yes Abbs?" He replies as a taxi pulls up to the curb. We hop in the taxi before I mumble out my question.

"Why'd she do it?"

"I don't know buddy. I wish I did."