I Found My Clarity Under Gold Skies (Zedd and Martin Garrix)

Chapter 12

*Anton's POV*

When I arrived at the airport I saw a guy wearing a black shirt, black jeans and black Nike shoes. It was Martin.

"Hey bro. How are you?" I asked with a smile after we hugged. He didn't say anything. "What's wrong?" I worriedly looked at him.

"It's... Nothing. Can you drive me to Dillon's house and drive me back here?" He asked seriously with a Dutch accent.

I've never seen Martin like this but I just nodded and started driving. I noticed that he had been crying because he had a red nose and puffy eyes.

We arrived at Dillon's house and Martin quickly grabbed his things from the guest room and said goodbye to Dillon.

"What's wrong?" Dillon asked. "I don't know. He doesn't want to say anything about what's happening." I said.

Martin and I went back to the airport. "Take care. Hope to see you soon bro." I said hugging him. "I will." And he left.

*Martijn's POV*

I'm going back to Amsterdam for my mom's funeral. She died a few days ago and I don't know what I'm going to do with my life now. My mom was my inspiration and she was the one who persuaded me to follow my dreams even in the hardest of times and now she's gone and my life has no purpose.

~time skip 6 months later~

Everything's going downhill. Since my mom passed away, I wasn't able to produce any track or DJ or do anything. I had to play at a festival but I abandoned the set because I couldn't take it anymore. Everything reminds me of my mom and that she's not here with me anymore and I won't see her again.

I started drinking more and eating less and I even started smoking. My father is also pretty bad but he's still working and occasionally goes out with some friends. I haven't seen my friends in 6 months. They tried to call and text me asking if I was okay and that they're worried but I can't answer them. I just can't.

I decided to go for a walk in the neighbourhood. I thought about how messed up my life is and I'm one more thing my father has to worry about every day and he's already suffering a lot with my mom's death and now a drinking son. My life is shit.

Back home, I remember that my father has a gun hidden somewhere and I'm decided to find it. No one cares about me anymore. I'm useless.

I start looking everywhere but it shouldn't be in an obvious place so I try to find a hidden compartment in the cabinets and drawers and there it is. In my father's office at home.

I hold it with both hands. It's cold but not so heavy. I take it with one hand and point it to my head. That's it. Goodbye world.

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Hello people!

I'm so sorry for not updating for ages. I thought about giving up on this but a part of me wanted to keep writing but I couldn't. I had no inspiration, no motivation and I was really busy with school and trying to take care of myself a bit.

I can't promise an update really soon but I'm gonna write more often. I'm also trying to write an original story so yeah probably more chapters in the future :).

Please vote and comment and all that stuff and take care love u <3

Xx
Laura