While Im Gone, Everything Will Be Alright (Jimmy Sullivan)

Time heals all wounds??... Time doesn't heal shit!

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***Linds's POV***

I stopped playing, looking at Bri. My heart sunk, seeing his face. It was a expression that either meant, to leave cause I upset him, or just Get the FUCK out!

I fumbled around on the bed seeing his tears. I closed my eyes, throwing his guitar back to him.

Without looking back, I ran, I ran as fast as I could out of the room and down the stairs. Trying to hold back my emotions.

"Hey linds" Johnny stopped me in my tracks. His eyes found their way to mine, and a look of worry over took him "what the fuck did he do to you" he gently grabbed my arms.

"nothing, just keep away from me!" I yelled pulling out of his arms. I ran out of the door slamming it behind me.

I ran pasted my car, knowing that they'd be able to find me if I took it. I just ran, and I ran as fast as my legs could carry me.

My shoe caught, the edge of the side walk, sending me flying to the ground. My knees skidded against the concrete as I landed.

I laid there for a couple seconds, taking some deep breaths. Trying to stop myself from crying.

Obviously, it's to painful for the guys to have me there anymore. I didn't want to be a constant reminder of Jimmy.... But that was all I was.

Just thinking about leaving them, made me lose the battle with my emotions. I pressed my head against the sidewalk crying.

I knew the guys where going to come look for me, and I didn't want them to find me.

I thought about going to see Jimmy, but they would look there. The next idea was to go to jimmy's house.... Our house.

I picked myself off the ground, ignoring the pain in my legs as I started to run again.

I ran the couple miles as fast as I could. When I reached the front door, i grasp the door knob breathing heavily.

I closed my eyes, trying to control my breathing.

As I steadied myself, I slowly entered the house. It was exactly the way it was, the day I found Jimmy.

I clutched my chest, feeling a deep pain, as I thought of that. My body starting to get physically sick. I leaned over dry heaving, thankfully I haven't eaten anything in awhile.

I stood back up, looking around. Our pictures hung on the wall, jimmy's spare drum set in the corner.

Slowly, I walked up the stairs. The stairs that led me straight to my own personal hell four months ago. The hell that I've been living in ever since, the hell that i couldn't find a way out of. No matter how hard I searched.

My hand slowly reached out, for the door handle.... To our bed room.

When I opened it four months ago an saw Jimmy laying in bed... I thought he was kidding around like he always did. Until I felt his cold body......

I shook my head, trying to erase that memory. I took a deep breath, slowly opening the door.

The room, was a mess. Exactly like the rest of the house. My eyes gazed over everything.

I walked to the closet, opening it up. I grabbed one of jimmy's black hoodies. I threw it on myself, so I could be engulfed by his scent. The scent that I missed so much.