Are You Okay?(Brallon)

The End of all Things

Dallon's P. O. V.
I'm running, running away from my problems. What's following me? I can't stop running. What the heck is wrong with me, there's no way out of this captivating darkness. Suddenly I wake up screaming. It's not a surprise for me to wake up screaming, no one cares anyways. I just want these terrifying nightmares to stop. I need them to stop.

As morning rolls around I start to get ready for school, pardon I start to get ready for death. School isn't at the top of my priorities. I just want to get it over with.

As I begin my walk to school I'm face to face with this guy, he looks like he's about to kill me. "What's a fag like you doing here?" he says punching me in the stomach. You know what? I'm not going to fight back because I deserve being beat up. I'm a failure, it doesn't matter what I do. I mess everything up. I just lay motionless taking the beating, eventually becoming numb to all the kicks and punches being thrown at my back, stomach and face.

'I'm done' I think as I finally slip out of consciousness.

Brendon's P. O. V.
TRIGGER WARNING
Cut, Cut, Cut. All I do is cut. Why do I do this to myself? I deserve to die, that's why. The cold, bloody razor blade in my hand is what I live for. How wonderful would it be if I ended my life now. I think it would be great. You know what, it doesn't matter anymore. As I bring the blade to my vein on my left wrist, it doesn't take much time for me to start profusely bleeding.

"Brendon, are you in there?" Sarah asks. Sarah is my best friend. 'Don't worry, Brendon. You'll pass out before she gets to you' I think. Wait a second. I freaking forgot that she was here. As I hear the doorknob turn, I think 'I forgot to lock the door' right before I collapse.

Dallon's P. O. V.
"Hmph" I groan as I wake up. Where am I. "He's awake. Doctor, get your ass in here!" Breezy yells. "B-breezy?" I manage to stutter. "Yeah Dal?" she replies. "What happened?" I ask. "You got beat up really bad and I found you passed out on your side walk, considering that I have to pass your house to get to school." she answers."Oh, thanks." I mumble. "No problem. Thats what best friends are for." she says as the doctor walks in.

"Okay, Dallon when you got beat up your wrist broke. I'm sure you've noticed the cast on your arm. While we were plastering your wrist our team noticed scars on your forearms. Are they recent and where else you you have them?" he asks with no sympathy in his monotone voice. "No they are not recent and I have them on my thighs and stomach." I say back with a slight twinge of attitude in my voice. "Okay, we can discharge you in a few days. We have to run some tests on your brain to make sure you don't have a hemorrhage because you got kicked in the head." he says in the same monotone voice.

God, hasn't he ever heard of bedside manner? Just then a team of doctors rush a boy about my age past the door yelling about bleeding out and "suicidal teens".

About a hour later they roll the boy from earlier into the room where I'm staying and on to the bed beside me. I see that he has scars like me, but it looks like he has a lot more than I do.

Brendon's P. O. V.
I wake up to a blinding light in my eyes. Suddenly the memories of what happened earlier flooded into my head. I tried to kill myself. I actually had the courage to cut my vein and attempt suicide. Too bad I'm not dead, I really am a worthless piece of crap. I couldn't even kill myself the right way.

"Hey, um...did you really try to kill yourself?" the boy next to me asks. I didn't even notice him before."Why do you care?" I ask. I'm pretty conservative when it comes to people. "I want to make sure that you're okay," the boy says,"my name is Dallon, Dallon Weekes." I'm really not in the mood for small talk. "I'm Brendon, now leave me alone." I say turning over on my side trying to hide my countless scars

"I have scars too you know." Dallon says. "I-I don't really w-want to talk about that." I stutter. Man, I really hate it when people bring up my scars. "Give me a chance to help you get better. I know it's hard, but I got better and you can too." he says. "Thanks for your concern, but I don't deserve to get better." I say. "Every one deserves to get better." Dallon says. "Whatever, goodnight Dallon. I'll see you in the morning." I say drifting off to sleep.

Dallon's P. O. V.
I wake up at about 12:24 to the sound of Brendon screaming. "Are you okay?" I ask. "No, I had a nightmare. Can I come sleep next to you?" He asks like a helpless puppy. "Sure," I say scooting over to make room for his tiny frame,"you know I never did catch your last name." I say. "Urie, I'm Brendon Urie." he says falling asleep in my arms.

Ta da. Thats my first chapter. All of my chapter titles will be song names from either Panic! At The Disco or Twenty Øne Piløts. Word count: 951