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by thatpvrisgurl

by thatpvrisgurl

B r i a n

I feel bad. I feel really, really bad. The way Lynn's dragging him by his cut arm, still oblivious to the fact it's even cut. When he has to wear short sleeves is the worst because people always ask why he's wearing bandages. He "fell" over. Yeah, fell on a knife. His hairs ever flatter than usual today, mood bleak and depressed, not bothered with anything. Or anyone. Every time I show him affection he brushes it off and continues tuning his guitar.

"Hey dude, what's up?" Andy asks, giving me a small hit on the shoulder. "Nothing really, just Alex." I say, shrugging, not really wanting to go into to detail why. "Ah, yeah, he said something about wanting to keep you away so he can 'clear his head' wherever that means." Andy laughs, walking to side stage, looking at the thousands of people sat in the seats. "Oh." I mumble, trying to fight off the worthless tears coming to my eyes. I walk away from Andy and to my dressing room, hearing quiet sobs coming from behind the door. "Stop Alex, stop, don't do this to yourself, just stay strong for him! Put it down." I hear Alex mumble through the door as I open it.
"What did you do?" I ask, looking around and seeing Alex with a deer in the headlights look and his usual attire, with a knife in his hand.
"Did you use it?" I ask, referring to the blood covered knife. He whimpers and I get closer, pulling the knife out of his hand. "No, Brian please!" He yells as I walk to the bathroom, ready to flush this stupid piece of metal.
"Why? It's gonna kill you!" I yell, dropping the knife in the toilet, flushing it down.
"I DIDN'T USE THAT ONE! That was my moms..." He yells, getting quieter as tears stream down his face.
"Oh crap! Alex I'm so sor-"
"No! Save it!" He yells, throwing a toilet roll at me. Probably deserve it to be honest.
"Alex im sorry!" I yell, watching him sob into a couch cushion.
"You don't understand. That was moms. The only thing I have left of her!" He yells into the pillow, gripping the edges of the couch. I go to rub his back and he turns around with a poison look in his eyes,
"Don't come near me." He growls in a low voice, "Cause I won't be accountable for any injuries."
And he just walks out.
Great.

A l e x

I walk down the corridor, tears flooding my eyes as another heart sheds it's skin, becoming thinner and weaker by the day, until eventually it wears away and I'm gone.
I know it was just a knife, but it was hers. I know I'm overreacting but I'm just heartbroken. I was going to do it, but I stopped. For him.
***
In the end, as you fade into the night, who will tell the story of you life?

Everyone sings, Kier, Lynn, Brian, Andy, Me, the fans. Everyone.
Tears spring at my eyes as I realise the meaning behind these few words. When you're gone, who will remember you? It's not like the story of Jesus you know, we all get forgotten, just like Mom will sooner or later.
***
I lie in bed, hearing Brian's quiet sobs next to me. I care, I really do. It's just, if I soothe him, he'll think alls forgiven and forgotten. But it's not.
That night I fall asleep curled into Brian's chest, crying for the last time.

Because I love him too much