I sat on the couch waiting for Chris to get ready. The other four were sleeping, since it was five in the morning. But no. Me and Chris had to travel back to Scranton.
Probably you are asking yourselves; Why is Chris traveling with you? You are old enough to go on a plane alone! And the answer is that I might be old enough, but I'm not mentally good to travel alone. So Chris, the dad and the oldest, had to come with me and had to wake up at four o'clock.
Chris walked in the front lounge snapping me out of my thoughts. He grabbed his small suitcase and walked out the bus. I followed him grabbing my, also, small suitcase and my back bag, where I had some 'gifts' from the guys.
The guys knew that I wouldn't survive three days in a hospital without them and because phones weren't allowed, each one of them gave me something, so I could have a part of him.
Vinny gave me one of his blankets. Balz gave me one of his hoodies and Ryan gave me one of his favorite picks and a pillow of him. Chris gave me his earphones and a photo of all of them smiling. Ricky gave me his black beanie and one of his favorite books, so I could something, if I got bored.
I sat on the back seat on the cab with Chris. He told the driver, where we wanted to go and looked outside the window, holding my hand. He wanted to tell me that everything was going to be okay. I wanted to believe him, but I couldn't. I knew that he was saying a lie, which he wasn't even understanding that he had said. He didn't know how this mental hospitals worked and he was never going to learn, because he was okay. He was normal. He wasn't a freak like I was. He wasn't an outcast. He wasn't a failure, he wasn't pathetic. He was Chris Motionless. He was Chris Motionless, who everyone loved and I was jealous of that.
We arrived at the airport and after the check-ins and all that shit, we sat on our seats on the airport. An old lady had to sit next to us and she was so terrified of us, that she pleaded to change seat. Fortunately she changed and no one sat with us.
-Do you want to listen to music, Ghost? Asked Chris and I nodded.
I took the one earphone and waited for the music to begin. Soon Vic Fuentes and Kellin Quinn stared singing/ screaming and I smiled softly to myself.
I looked at Chris, who took my hand in his his and gave me a soft smile.
-Everything is going to be okay! I promise! He told me and I faked a smile.
You know from first hand that promises break, don't you? Of course you know! Edward made sure that you were going to learn it! Have a good flight, Ghost, and be careful, so you don't hurt, Chris or anyone in this plane!
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Schizophrenia (Devin Sola)
Fanfiction'She was back. I was sure about it. I was gonna to live the same thing again, like when I was younger. But with the only change that I wouldn't survive the war that was happening on my mind!'
