Denis

You Need A Doctor, Baby

"Denis! Stop being an arrogant ass and just go to the fucking counseling appointment!" I scream. Six months had passed, and I had moved in with Denis. His depression wasn't getting too much better. It was kind of back to square one once the tour ended. Well, I shouldn't say ended. We were on a break for a couple months be fore we went to tour the States. Denis started refusing to get help, refusing to acknowledge that he needed it.
"All they will do is tell me cliche bullshit and try to sell me some fancy new pill that's mostly fucking sugar and water!" He hissed.
"If you won't do it for yourself, do it for me. I don't want you getting suicidal again. Please, I'm begging you!" I snap. Why wouldn't he listen to logic? I saw the anger just fall off his face, and a bit of sadness underneath.
"Fine." He mumbled.
"Thank you, but I'm driving. Knowing you, you would just drive to the strip club." I say with a playful smirk. He managed a small giggle. It had become rarer of late, I was getting really worried.
"You know me too well." He mumbled, trying to hold onto his smile, even though it seemed forced. I picked up the keys, and as we stepped into the car, he buried his face in his hands.
"What's wrong?" I ask as I turn the ignition.
"I, I feel like I'm a, forget it, it doesn't matter." He muttered.
"Denis," I say, taking his hand. "Tell me, please." I beg.
"I feel like a freak, because of what I have." He choked out.
"A crapton of tattoos?" I say, trying to make him laugh.
"Look who's talking." He said with a smile as he pointed at my arm. He was right. I had been working on a sleeve for several months now. Sugar skulls, music notes, song lyrics, the whole thing. I laughed and pushed him playfully and turned on the radio. Ironically, Sometimes It Ends had just started playing.
"Hey, check this out!" I say, elbowing Denis a bit. I guess he was staring off into oblivion, because he seemed a bit startled. He chuckled a bit, then went back to letting his mind wander, not really paying attention.
I sighed as I pulled out of the driveway.
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As I stared out the window I realized we were pulling into the parking lot if some human services place or something. Fera stepped out quickly, and I got out reluctantly. She took my hand and we walked in. There was a boy sitting one one of the leather couches in the waiting room, just sketching with his earbuds in. Looked about 15 years old. He looked up and his eyes about popped out of his skull. Guess he recognized me. I smiled and waved, and Fera kissed my cheek. As we sat down that same kid walked up nervously and asked for an autograph and picture.
"No problem." I say with a smile and sign his sketchbook. I'm surprised at myself when I actually smile as he takes the picture.
"Thanks so much!" He says sweetly, then steps back to his seat. We just kind of wait in silence, and I jump a bit as someone steps out and calls my name. Fera gives my hand a small squeeze and the lady who called me leads us down a narrow hallway that smelled of fresh paint. Gave me a bit of a stomachache.
As she seats us both she asks questions that aren't cliche such as 'How do you cope with dark thoughts?'. Much to my surprise, to be honest.  The session didn't feel that long, even though it was a good 45 minutes. Felt good to get things off my chest. Fera and I walked out both feeling a lot better, and she drove us back home. We walked into our house, and cuddled up on our couch, and turned on the TV. Some documentary on elephants. Hell, I don't know. I wasn't paying attention, I was too busy staring at Fera. I studied every detail, every freckle, every stray piece of dark hair, every line of sea-like color in he eyes. She repeatedly glanced at me, but quickly looked away. I guess she was embarrassed. Cute. I just held her tighter.                                     "Why do you keep looking at me?" She asked. I couldn't help but laugh and kiss her.                            "Because your'e gorgeous and I love you." I say.                                                                                                     "I have an epic idea." She said with a mischievous grin.                                                                                     "What is it?" I ask. I could see that glint in her eye. What is this twisted little girl gonna do?            "Put the guys on a group video chat. Your'e gonna love this." She said, stifling laughter. I did just that. It was a Wednesday, so none of them were doing anything.                                                                    "Hey guys! I heard Bring Me The Horizon was in town, what do you say we toilet paper their tour bus?" She pitched. Holy fuck! Thy guys all answered with a hell yeah  so we met up at James' place. We ate dinner, and watched some horror movie that scared the shit outta me but didn't faze Fera in the least. Around 11:45 we grabbed about 16 rolls of toilet paper and Fera grabbed shaving cream for some reason. We drove to the other end of town, hyped up on Redbull and a tad bit drunk. We successfully snuck to the back of the concert hall and got to their tour bus. Then we let the paper fly. I mean it flew.  We threw a bit at each other, and Fera snuck up on Cam and got shaving cream in his hair. Soon enough we were out of TP, and Fera walked up to the bus and wrote "COURTESY OF AA" in shaving cream. Now bringing it made sense, I mean besides making Cameron's hair smell like raspberries.                                                                                        "Let's wake them up!" Sam proposed.                                                                                                                         "Are you crazy!?" James snapped.                                                                                                                                 "Crazy awesome!" Ben said, and we got in a group huddle while Ben whispered what to chant to each of us.                                                                                                                                                                            1                                                                                                                                                                                                   2                                                                                                                                                                                                    3                                                                                                                                                                                                    "THIS IS SEMPITERNAL!!!" We scream.                                                                                                                         "WILL WE EVER SEE THE END!?" I holler.                                                                                                                     "THIS IS SEMPITERNAL!!!" We chant.                                                                                                                           "OVER AND OVER, AGAIN AND AGAIN!!! We cheer.                                                                                                    "RISE FROM THE DEAD, YOU SAY?" Ben yells.                                                                                                           "SECRETS DON'T SLEEP 'TIL THEIR TOOK TO THE GRAVE!!!" Sam howls.                                                    "SIGNAL THE SIRENS, RALLY THE TROOPS!!!" James screeches.                                                                     "LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, IT'S THE MOMENT OF TRUTH!!!" Cam screams. It was awesome, until...                                                                                                                                                                                         "What the fuck are you doing?" Oliver said.                                                                                                               Shit!                                                                                                                                                                                              We sprinted for the car and took off, a few of us singing "Shadow Moses". I was glad to see that all the guys from BMTH were cracking up and not pissed, pelting our car with beer cans. What an awesome night, but it was only beginning.