Self Destruction Is Such A Pretty Little Thing // Brusnop

Suicide attempt?

We walked in the door to Sam's house and loud guitar filled the air.

"SAM!!!!!!" Danny yelled over the sound and it stopped.

"Danny?" He yelled back.

"Yeah. Is it cool if we stay here for a while?" Danny yelled back, not quiet as loud.

"Sure. Something going on with Andy?" Sam asked.

"Uh, yeah, actually-" Cam cut him off.

"Wait..You said we.." They came into the room and stared at me in awe.

"Y-YOU GOT BENNY BACK!!!!" They ran over and engulfed me in a group hug.

"Yep. Benny's back." Danny muttered, joining the hug.

"Wait again...So you're back in the band!?!?!" Cam shouted, pulling out of the hug.

"Well, I guess." I finally spoke.

"Yeah, because It's not like our whole fanbase hasn't been crying over your ass!" James yelled joyfully, coming into the room.

"That's because he's Benjamin fucking Bruce!!Look at this guy!" Danny smiled and scruffed my hair around.

"We should start practicing!!Maybe write an album or something!!" Sam exclaimed.

"Our fans are gonna be stoked!" James added. It's not like I was dead the past month. I still checked twitter and saw all the 'Come back to Asking!!' comments. Not only sad ones, but a lot of hate too. Sam, James and Cam headed towards the basement and Danny grabbed my shoulder when I tried to follow them.

"I don't think I've really told you how sorry I am..." He started. "I loved you the whole time and I don't know why I-" I cut him off.

"I'm the one who should be sorry. I overreacted and if it wasn't for you I wouldn't be alive. It was selfish to try to-" I stopped myself. I couldn't tell him I tried to kill myself.

"Try to what?" He asked, giving me a confused look. I swallowed and looked down.

"N-nothing." I stuttered out.

"Tell me." He lifted my head. I could see the sincerity in his eyes.

"Danny, I-I...I was trying to kill myself.." I pulled my head away from his hand and looked down again. "I uh, I even wrote this n-note." I pulled it out of my pocket but he didn't take it. He was silent for a moment. He held my wrist and ran his thumb across the scars.

"You mean...You could be dead right now because of me..?" I could hear the pain in his voice.When I didn't answer, he pulled me into a hug. What was I supposed to say? Yes? My shoulder became wet with his tears and I wrapped my arms around him.

"I'm so fucking sorry Ben. You should hate me." He whispered through tears. I held him tighter. I couldn't find any words to say. "W-will you be mine?"

"Of course." I managed to get out.

"BEN!!!DANNY!!!GET YOUR ASSES DOWN HERE!!" Cam interrupted. We separated quickly and he wiped the tears from my face.

"I think we should tell them." He grabbed my hand without waiting for me to say anything, and led me downstairs.

"Bruce, get your guitar and help me mate!" Cam gave me a look then laughed.

"Yeah, you guys missed it!! You have to hear this!" Sam started.

"Actually, we have something to tell you guys first.." Danny said before they could start playing. They looked at us waiting for him to speak.

"Ben and I are kind of..together now." He grabbed my hand while they all looked around to each other. They turned to us at the same time smiling.

"We know." They said in unison.