arlette's pov
i woke up in josh's dressing room on the same couch we fell asleep on. i heard their music through the walls, so i got up and walked to backstage.
the boys were playing trees, and both of them were in the crowd with their drums. confetti was flying everywhere, and the crowds screams pierced my ears, but it felt like home. like that type of home you don't want to leave. its too comfy and you feel so serene and calm, and everything is yellow-white. with some brown and red.
red-white covered the night sky, and i was watching josh as he hut the drum below him with so much force that his arm and back muscles showed more than usual.
i loves this part of the concerts, when tyler and josh were one with the fans. they loved that. the boys loved that too.
i didn't even realize the concert was over until ty and josh came backstage. tyler and jenna embraced, and josh, shirtless and sweaty, gave me a tight hug.
he broke away from the hug and smiled down at me like a child. he was so happy. i weakly smiled back and he lead me backstage.
"eat," he commanded, pointing at the selection of food in front of us. i wasn't hungry.
"josh i just ate. im fine." i hit him on the shoulder lightly. his face was all purple-red, and my thoughts felt green. but a dark green. the green you find in a forest. josh looked into my eyes and i got to see how friendly his eyes were.
his expressions suddenly turned red-green. his brows furrowed and his friendly eyes didn't look friendly anymore. umbra was behind him. umbra is here. she just wants me dead. umbra's long fingers reached for josh's neck. i couldn't do it.
"josh, i need some fresh air," i whispered with my head down. i felt umbra breath onto me as josh called after me. i was running from him, running from the boy who could help. but umbra was going to hurt him.
i ran out of the venue and into the rain, stopping at a wall. i slid down it, shaking from the cold.
"this isn't real," i whispered. "this isn't fucking real."
oh yes, but it is! im right here arlette!
she was not going to invade josh. she was not going to hurt him. she was not going to take the only chance of happiness away from me.
i hit my temples in an attempt to stop her from everything. she scratched my chest and i cried out in pain. i felt my side burning and umbra laughed. i couldn't look at her face. i didn't have the courage.
i turned my back toward her, "YOU'RE NOT REAL!" i screamed at the shadow behind me. she grabbed my side again and slowly scratched it. "you aren't real. you aren't real. you aren't real!" i whispered at the rain. "WHY ME? WHY MY LIFE? WHY MY HEAD? WHY?" i shouted at the rooftops of the city. i couldn't take it. my knees buckled and i crashed down to the ground.
umbra was no where to be found. i couldn't find or hear her, but i was still shaking. everything was black-silver-grey.
i heard voices coming towards me and my mind started to race.
"YOU AREN'T REAL!" i shouted at the voices coming at me. "THIS ISN'T REAL" i looked down at the cracked pavement.
"arlette?" the voice shouted.
"you aren't real...no no no no no this is a dream. this isn't happening," i whispered to the puddles at the ground
"arlette, its mark. im here, this is real," i looked up and saw mark crying with jenna standing by him.
"mark everything is grey-black," i whispered as the he helped me up.
"i know, ar," mark carefully walked me to the bus with jenna.
i closed my eyes and felt marks arm behind me, allowing him to lead me.
i felt everything getting dark and my knees getting weaker with every step i took. i felt something soft beneath me as mark's hand left my back. i let myself collapse onto whatever i was on.
i was breathing hard. umbra was holding me down by my neck. her breath was on my face. i felt her large hand and pointy fingers hit me on my right temple.
everything went dark. i heard voices. my mind was blank.
third person pov
arlette passed out on a couch backstage, and the crew and band members were nervously mumbling to each other. they were all worried about arlette and her head. mark was crying above arlette, and tyler was trying to comfort him, even though he was crying too. jenna was sitting next to the girl, and stroking her hair like her mother would. josh was no where to be seen. he ran off when arlette passed out. not even tyler knew where his best friend was.
josh was hiding himself. his demons were talking to him, telling him things that he started to believe. tyler wasn't there to help, and arlette was passed out. he didn't know what to do. he itched at his skin on his freckled back and zoned out. tears ran down his face as his demons whispered.
everything was chaos, and it was only 2 hours after arlette passed out. she wasn't waking up.
mark had never seen her like this. he thought to himself, she has anxiety. she has depression. she has synesthesia. nothing could have made her pass out and not wake up.
mark called the ambulance, after tyler and jenna's arguments. they carried her off the couch and onto a stretcher.
josh ran out from the back of the venue when he heard the ambulances and started to yell at them. he pulled at the men who were handling the girl and cradled her face that had an oxygen mask on. tyler and mark pulled him back as he threatened the men. his mind was racing and he didn't want the girl to get hurt. the men shut the doors and drove away. josh broke down in tears again.
im sorry
