You're Not Alone (Austin Carlile)

3. Demons

*Might be a slight trigger for some individuals* (talks about scars)

Title credit: Imagine Dragons

While we wait for everyone to clear out of the venue, I go to the bathroom. As I emerge from the restroom I notice there was only a few stragglers and I feel someone grip my sides suddenly.

"Boo!" I jump out of my skin and turn around to see Alan. I hit him in the arm an he chuckles.

"Follow me ladies." Alan says holding his arms out to us.

"Aw ging! Aren't we all so cute holding hands!" I say to him as Abbey starts to laugh.

"Girl I don't know what you're talking about. I'm a pimp!" Alan and I skip back to the bus, leaving Abbey walking, mumbling about us being fucktards. Sure enough Austin was waiting for us.

"You guys were fucking amazing tonight." I say sitting down between him and Aaron.

"Thanks boo!" Aaron says putting his arm around my shoulder in a friendly manner. Austin wraps his arm around my sweaty waist and I snake my arm around Austin's and he smiles at me.

"You're such a little flirt. It's cute." He says giving a cheeky giggle.

"Me a flirt!? You sir are the flirt, I just happen to flirt back." I say to him grinning like a mad woman.

"Okaaay and that's my que." Aaron says standing up from the table and walks out the door. Everyone else has dispersed at this point and it was only Austin and I.

"So you know a lot about me, but I barely know anything about you. Tell me some stuff about yourself!" He says pouring some ginger ale in plastic cups for the both of us.

"Well I'm 20. I went to college for 3 years studying psychology. I live in Ohio, I use to live in Pennsylvania until I moved to Ohio when I was 15. Obviously music is a big part of my life. I love singing, but I don't think I'm that good. I'm not a girly girl what so ever, but I can clean up when I need to. I live in an apartment with my best friends Mandi and Abbey near Cleveland. I work at Starbucks. Blue, is my favorite color. I love movies, especially Disney, horror and Harry Potter. I have several tattoos, your lyrics that go with my matching tattoo with my mom, the & symbol on my right thumb knuckle like you and Alan have, a bear for my moms best friend that was murdered when I was 15, she was like another mother to me and a treble clef with a blue rose. That's all I can think of right now about myself, I'm not good under pressure." I laugh nervously.

"Hm very nice and I'm sorry about your moms friend, I know what it's like." He gives me a sad smile. I know that his mother passed away and it was hard for him too when he was younger. I take his hand and hold it in mine.

"It sucks, it really does. But we learn from it and grow and no matter what they are always with us everywhere we go." Austin looks at our hands then up at me and gives me a gentle smile and rubs his thumb over my fingers.

"What lyrics do you have with your mom?"

"From second and sebring. It's 'I need your love, like a boy needs his mothers side' but its 'I need your love, like a daughter needs her mothers side' and my moms says 'I need your love, like a mother needs her daughters side."

"That's amazing! I'm guessing you are very close to your mom?"

"Very, I love her to death, she's my best friend."

"Im glad." He squeezes my hand in his and I blush.

"Now, Give me one random fact that barely anyone knows." I sigh trying to think of an answer to give him. I swear when I'm put on the spot I forget everything about myself.