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

The End Of All Things

"Dallon, sweetie." It wasn't Brendon's voice.

I open my eyes to see my mother.

Right. It's Monday.

I sigh and sit up, I wrap my arms around her neck and give her a strong hug. "Good morning ma." I say and give her a happy sigh.

"Whoa, what's up with you?" She asks me happily and chuckles.

"Oh, nothing." I just lost my virginity to my really hot boyfriend on Saturday night. Nothing at all. Heh.

"Brendon will be here to pick you up in thirty minutes, so get ready and I have your breakfast burrito downstairs. " she says and kisses my cheek.

Once she leaves I jump out of bed and strip myself of my oversized long sleeved blink-182 shirt, courtesy of my lovely boyfriend and I slip on the closest pair of pants to me. I slip on my sweater and my beanie and run downstairs my backpack in my left hand.

Turns out Brendon was coming earlier than I expected because I heard a honk as soon as I grabbed my burrito.

"Crap, gotta go mom. See ya, tell dad I said hi." I say and kiss my mother. She hugs me and bids me a farewell and I run out the front door and into Brendon's car.

"Hey babe. Ready for school today?" Brendon asks and kisses my cheek. I groan but give him a chuckle anyways. He giggles and starts the car. The drive to school was nice, both of us singing along to songs on Brendon's cd's.

When we arrived at school, the atmosphere felt different. Dense. Thick. It was odd. Never had it felt like this.

Ever.

We walked inside the school doors and everything seemed normal, but everything seemed to be off. People were gathering there things to get ready for class but it seemed something else was going on.

Jack and Alex meet us by our lockers and we talk for a while, though I'm not really paying attention to anything. My anxiety is kicking in, I can feel it. Everything is muffled. But I try my best to seem normal, and it works. I get into my first period without attracting Brendon's attention. Until the announcements start.

It starts out with Principal Iero talking, the T.V in the top corner in our room showing him mindlessly reading the words on the paper. But the transmission is cut by Ryan. "Gooood Morning Students," My mouth starts to dry up.

"I wanted to share something well, very disturbing. This thing, this freak, had sex with MY ex-boyfriend.

Now, you can call me a fag etcetera. But this thing, is far worse than I am. I present you, Dallon Weekes."

All eyes were on me, but then they quickly averted to the screen.

It was me. I was on the screen. I was having sex with Brendon. The video was poorly taken but you could obviously tell me it was me and Brendon.

I couldn't breathe. I couldn't speak. It was nerve wrecking. I was dead for sure.

Looks and sounds of disgust fill the room. The teacher tries desperately to cover the screen, but was to short to reach even with his own chair.

I looked over at Brendon. Tears still streaming down my face. "I'm sorry." I mouth.

I run out the door, soon kids were flooding the hallways, throwing and shouting things at me.

I couldn't take it. I wanted to die. I wanted to relapse. I wanted to hang myself from the god damn fan in my room. I didn't care how at this point I just wanted to die.

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Now, I'm at a bridge, my legs dangling over the edge, my intakes of oxygen are slow and shaky. I made Brendon's life worse. I ruined him. I ruined myself.