Liz Whats Wrong With You?

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Aha! Gotcha. I ran down the steps of our bus into the venue we were all at. It felt great to be I'm Miami instead of New Jersey. It felt great to get away from that freak and I loved talking to Reese. Turns out he was kinda a counselor of sorts and helped me with my problems. I felt way better knowing that he wasn't going to bother me and I had Reese on speed dial if need be but right now I was having my own problems and running back into the venue didn't help.

"Liz are you okay?" Tony asked as I stumbled back into the backstage area. I slide down the wall to the floor leaning against the wall for support.  

"No I'm not actually. Andy?" I wheezed out in gasps of air that took a while for my lungs to receive. I was having an asthma attack. Great for me.  

"Yes?" Andy came running into the room in a happy burst of energy. Glad someone was having a ball. I wasn't though. Sitting on a dirty, concrete floor, wheezing your brains out and praying you don't stop breathing isn't fun. Even worse, EVERYONE had their eyes on me.  

"Here. Take it. You remember how to do it right? Mom showed you just in case. Now Andy I know it's been years but stay calm please. Two sprays. More if needed okay?" I gasped for air. My lungs got tighter and I felt tears rolling down my cold cheeks. I reached up, handing Andy the inhaler. I trusted him with all my heart.  

He leaned down and took it. With a worried glance at it he dropped to his knees, assisting me. I breathed in one big gulp. Then another, this time holding it in longer. Better.  

"Better?" He said smiling and wiping the tears from my face. He got up and grabbed a paper towel, handing it to me.  

"Better." I whispered.  

"Thanks for giving us a heart attack. I know we all felt that way." Jack piped up. Everyone looked at me. I know I looked tired and worn out. Bags under my eyes. Hair messy but flawless. I was a reck and needed sleep and a hot shower. But I wouldn't complain.  

"I'm sorry guys. I should have told you but I haven't had an episode sense I was fifteen." I said giving a sad smile and looking at the ground.  

"It's okay. Anything else you want to share so we don't kill ourselves?" CC chuckled. Always seems to be laughing or smiling which helped me every day. I loved hearing his warming laugh.  

"Okay. Umm I have asthma. Bad anxiety which also gave me anxiety attacks. A tiny does of depression. Oh and I have a period once a month." I laughed at the last remark I'd made. "Just kidding about the period. I take a birth control called a Depo shot that makes it where I don't have one." I added quickly.  

"Thanks for the extra info Liz. Next thing you know, you'll have us hemmed up it the bathroom teaching us how to use a tampon." Ashley laughed.  

"Not a bad idea actually. Thanks Ash. I own you one." I winked at him. He'd later regret every putting that idea in my head.  

I got up just as Jami, in a sweater over tights and Jordan in skinnys and a tank top, walked in. Those hot messes are my best friends.  

"Lizzy what's up chicka." Jordan said running over to me. Jami ran to hug her other buddy Ashley first.  

"I see how it is. You love him more huh?" I replied smirking. "Oh come here you. We missed you." Jami grabbed me into a warm embrace.  

"Ohh nice jeans. Where'd you get those?" Jordan commented.  

"Hot Topic. Best place ever, yo!" I replied laughing. "Guys I want you to meet my friends. This is Jami an by the way she's a black belt. Don't touch her. This is Jordan. Fun, nice, sweet but knows how to put people in their place. Okay have fun. Hahaha." I was laughing so hard I almost peed all over the place. Jami and Jordan did to.  

"How exactly did the whole boyfriend search go Liz." Jami asked giggling.  

"I met a nice guy. He was fifty and had a receding hair line." I laughed.  

"You really must be on something. God you're like a hyper active squirrel smoking weed. Calm down before you pee yourself." Jordan choked out. Still on the floor laughing.  

"Are they staying too? If so I could just pop some popcorn and watch you guys all night. This is a blast. It's like watching three cute Jack Russell puppies during play hour." Alex said making eye contact with me. Gosh he knew how to push my buttons. I looked away.  

"Yes they are. But please keep you pants on and hands off. I would go lesbian to protect these girls and I really am happy being straight so don't do anything stupid." I looked at him grinning. I'd finally got the better of Alex and it felt great. Two weeks on tour with them and he'd already been messing with me. Pay back was sweet victory for me. The Pierce The Veil guys had learned early. But Alex, unlike the rest of ATL, was hard headed and stubborn. What a flirt.  

"Okay Liz you got me. Now can we end the war?" Alex laughed at me.  

"Okay come here you squishy teddy bear. I forgive you." I gave him a hug before returning to my spot on the couch.  

"I'm fixing to take me a shower. I swear if you all mess with me I will murder you in cold blood. I know where all of you sleep. Plus I can't get sleep so I want to be able to enjoy a hot shower in peace." I smiled. I knew something would happen but I was giving them fair warning.  

I got up and walked over to the bathroom. I closed the door and leaned my head against it. I closed my eyes momentarily. I stripped and turned the water to hot. I need a hot, steamy shower to loosen my tense muscles. I took a look in the mirror. My long black hair hung in unbrushed layers cascading down my back and over my shoulders. My face was stained with black war paint and my lips were tinted a deep red. I placed my palms on the sink and sighed. I was really looking rough. I looked back up at the figure in the mirror. Porcelain white skin, 4-10, jet black hair, pale blue eyes, hour glass figure. I was what girls envied and it wasn't that big of a deal. I was pretty. So what? I'm bad for that? I wasn't Marylyn Monroe or Elizabeth Taylor. I was pretty not gorgeous. I ran my fingers over my scars. The one on my chest first, then the one on my hip. I had gotten into a wreck when I was 16 and a piece of metal cut me. I got stitches where as my best friend ended up in a casket. I blamed myself even though it wasn't me who was driving. I ran my fingertips slowly over the almost healed cuts on my thigh. It was obvious where those can from. 

I pulled back the curtain to the shower and got in. Washed my hair and body and stood there. I couldn't move. I slid to the floor in the shower and laid there. The water beaded off my skin in rivers of steaming relief. I let my soaked hair flow around me. Huddled in a ball, unable to move, I laid there under the hot stream of water and began crying. Not the loud kind you do when you've held it in and break down but the silent one where you start to realize something or just remember that it's better to silently cry then to hold it in and blubber all over the place. I don't know how long I stayed like that. Maybe 20 more minutes. Who knows? By the time I got up the water ran luke warm.   I got out and wrapped myself up in the towel, sitting down on the toilet lid. I lit a cigarette and took some puffs off before I heard a knock at the door.  

"Who is it?" My voice crack. I wonder why. I wasn't upset or crying. Anymore that is.  

"It's Jami. You okay in there? You've been in there for 40 minutes."  

"Yea I'm fine. I'll be out in a minute." I said this time with a clearer voice.  

"Okay. We're waiting. We thought we'd play a game like twister or something. I've always wanted to play twister with band members. Okay I'm gonna go let them know you haven't died in the shower. Hurry up." I heard Jami as she walked away. I love my friends. ______________________________ Okay so the friend Jami and Jordan are based off of my real friends. Jami is a black belt and Jordan has a slight temper but I love them. Hope you all enjoy this chapter. Comment your ideas or thoughts. Vote and follow. Thanks ~ Taylor