What A Shame // Brendon Urie // B2

Two

The kids in the dark
•2•

I sat at the kitchen table, the cold wood sent shivers up my spine. I stared at the flower vase in the middle of the table. They was shriveled up and dead, like me. The curtains in every room of the house were closed. I didn't like seeing sun anymore. It just reminded me of her smile. Bright and happy.

I leaned forward and plucked a petal off the flowers. I fiddled with it before crumpling it and tossing it across the room. There was now a pile of petals from myself doing this action so many times. Only three petals remained.

I got those flowers from Mona.

She gave them to me during the tour two years ago. I refused to get rid of them. Every picture frame on the walls or shelves were cracked.

I stood up slowly and walked over to the back door. I took a deep sigh and moved the curtain aside. I shielded my eyes from the sudden brightness, and opened the door slowly. I stepped outside and stared at the pool. It was dirty, grime lining the edges and leaves floating around mindlessly.

I stared at a particular leaf. It wasn't a normal leaf, it was a cherry blossom. But, why was it here? This is LA not Japan. I kneeled beside the edge and dipped my hands into the cold water, letting the pink flower drift into my palm. I lifted my arms up and stared at the petal. The cotton candy pink seemed so calming. But, why is it here?

I walked back inside and closed the curtain behind me. Setting the petal down in the flower pot, I was startled by the noise of the front door opening and closing. I looked over to the hallway and saw Dallon walking through.

"Hey." he said calmly.

"Hello." I whispered. I saw he was staring at me sympathetically. He saw I noticed and turned his eyes away, walking toward the kitchen. He grabbed an apple from the bin, biting into it and spitting it out almost immediately.

"How old are these apples?" he said while throwing out the rest of them.

"I dunno. A year old?" I guessed. His face scrunched up in disgust.

"Okay, well we gotta head to the studio." he clapped his hands together. I slowly walked toward the hallway and got my jacket. I opened the door and walked to his car. Dallon closed the door behind him, and unlocked the vehicle. He got in the drivers side and I got in the passengers. He turned on the radio, and I was met by my own voice filling my ears.

You're guaranteed to run this town.
Whoa aoao Mona Lisa!
I'd pay to see you frown!

I slouched in my seat. The last thing I needed to think about right now is her. Dallon saw my expression and turned the radio to 80's rock. He started the car and drove to the studio. I walked in and put a fake smile on,

"What's up, bitches?" I said.

"Hey Brendon!" Pete said excitingly. He patted me on the back and we got to working. We started planning the set lists for the tours. All this faking being happy was wearing me out. I think Pete was starting to notice, he was getting a little suspicious. I perked up even more and his suspicion disappeared.

***

"Okay, see ya guys!" I said as Dallon and I walked out. They waved behind us and I stepped into the cold air. I shivered slightly and looked around my surroundings. I saw a girl across the street with awfully dyed blue hair. Her brown roots were showing quite a lot. She turned around and I saw flashing green eyes and a dazzling smile. Mona.

"Mona?" I called. The girl kept walking as if she didn't hear anything.

"Brendon what are you doing?" Dallon said as I was walking toward the girl. She turned a corner and I ran across the street, a few cars honking at me. I jogged toward the corner she turned at. It was an alley. No girl to be seen. She's alive. She.. She's alive.

"Who's alive?" Dallon asked. I didn't realize I was talking out loud.

"M-Mona.."

"Brendon. Let's just go home. You're probably delusional from exhaustion." He put his large hand on my shoulder. I nodded and we walked back to the car together. Once again, the drive was silent other than the quiet radio playing in the background. He pulled into my driveway and I reached for the handle.

"Don't get to caught up in what happened okay? Focus on music. That always cheers you up." Dallon said. I nodded and got out, walking toward my door. I fumbled with my keys before walking in and locking it behind me. Dallon doesn't realize that music doesn't cheer me up. It makes me worse. Music reminds me of Mona. She's the one who I owe my fame to. She introduced me to Ryan and Spence.

I owe my everything to her.