the kids aren't alright | brallon a.u | dallon's song |

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Brendon Urie was touching me. The Brendon Boyd Urie, was touching me- the boy who never made fun of my anxiety attacks that I randomly got in class- the boy who never seemed to be bothered that I never talked.

Which wasn't my decision technically, one day- a few days after my mother had passed I just couldn't speak, the doctors said I was just depressed. I was sad. And I believed him because I knew it was true. And whenever I tried to speak, to someone I couldn't. I felt that when my mother left, I didn't have a purpose to live.

Which was fine by me, most of time... People would leave me alone usually, but I usually got bullied by people like-

"Hey, Dallon, are you okay?"

I whip my head up to see Brendon looking at me with a bowl of steamy chicken noodle soup.

I nod and he gives me a small smile, he hands me the bowl of soup, but I signal to tell him that I'm not hungry, and he just frowns.

"But everyday before school would start you would eat breakfast in the cafeteria... and I haven't seen you eat breakfast or lunch these past few months." Tilting his head in the process.

He's onto me. I just shrug, he sighs and grabs the bowl out of my hand, "Dallon I think it's time to spill the beans." Brendon says an sets the bowl on the coffee table. He sits next to me and turns to face me, legs criss-crossed.

I grab the note book from my lap and I start to write, I feel like stopping and running out the door, but Brendon was probably the only person I have communicated with (for more than one minute) in over five years.

"When I was in fifth grade, my mother was diagnosed with lung cancer, and of course I was shocked and sad, but it was expected because her and my father would always smoke in the house. But we tried to cope, to adapt the best way we could, we tried really."

One day before I started sixth, I went to go get her out of bed, she wouldn't wake up, I tried everything. She was gone.

When school came around, which was great since it was a day later, I tried my best to act like my mother hadn't died the day before. It failed obviously since you and everyone else witnessed my small mental break downs in class."

I was about to write more, but Brendon stopped me, by putting his hand on my lap.

"Dallon, you're crying, you don't have to tell me all at once, take your time."

I nodded and dropped the notebook, wiping the new tears with my grey sweater.

He pulled me in for a hug and I started to sob into his purple hoodie, making the vibrant purple into a dark gloomy purple.

Brendon pulls me onto his lap and I put my head into the crook of his neck, still sobbing, but taking his scent all in.

"Why don't you stay with me for a couple of days since today is a Friday and on Monday before school starts I'll take you with me?" he suggests his voice soft and caring, I nod and clench onto the front of his hoodie.

"Let's go take a nap yeah?"

I nod again, he stands up and takes me upstairs and what I assume is into his room. He lays me on me on his bed and and lays next to me, his hands crossed on his chest. "Hey do you want a blanket?" Brendon asks.

I nod and I feel him get up off the bed and pull the rolled up comforter onto me and he laid next to me, taking in the scent of the sheet. "How are you feeling, Dallon?"

Used.

I shrug and turn to face him, to look at his wonderful features, brown hair, perfect jawline, beautiful brown eyes, full pink lips. Why can't I be beautiful like him? Why am I cursed to be this ugly slutified creature? I've been used so many times by people, I can't even count, and you think I would enjoy it? Probably, but being beaten brutally every time? Nope, I don't enjoy that part.

"You feel used huh?" Brendon asks, I gulp and nod, he knows me so well it is a bit terrifying.

"You want to tell me just a bit more of why you feel like this?"

I think for a while, looking into his eyes, I nod and start explain myself (via phone, since I had one in my pocket).

"After a while of my mother being gone, I was bullied a lot of course, and a teacher, came up to me and asked me if I wanted to come to his room to relax and clear my mind, so I went with him.

When he lead me into his classroom, he locked the door and put the keys on a shelf so I couldn't reach, at that time I hadn't had my ginormous growth spurt yet. He told me to get on my knees, and if I didn't he would blackmail me and I would probably be beaten to death by a bunch of people. I did what I was told to, I didn't like it of course, it was terrifying, and after he was finished with me, he told all of the older boys about me, and I started becoming the school's sex doll. "

"I'm so sorry Dallon," Brendon says and pulls me into a tight hug. My stomach being tied up in knots as he pats my back.

"Seeing that you'll be stuck with me for like- ever. Wanna go out to eat and watch a movie after our small siesta?"

Like a date? With me? He must be on some sort of drug to want to be seen with me.

"And what I mean by that is like a date.. If you want it to be... like I mean you don't have to call it that.. I'm calling it that- I mean if you want to actually go with me. Which is fine if you don't I totally don't care." He was rambling, holy crap it was adorable, and I wanted to kiss the life out of him at this point, but I had to stop myself, because I didn't want to seem more of a slut than I already am.

I put a hand on his mouth and he looks at me, his eyes fluttering as I did so. I nod and take my hand off of his mouth.

"You want to go with me?" He asks excitedly. I nod and he smiles at me, "Yay! But we should take a nap now, so you can feel a bit better, okay?"

I nod again and close my eyes, I hear Brendon come closer to me and pulls me closer to him, "You look cold" he says and wraps his arms around my waist.

Sure, I'm very cold.

That was okay though he felt warm, and I felt safe, I felt okay for once.