Short Stories Based On Songs

Keep Holding On - Avril Lavigne

She sank to the ground, weary. She held her face in trembling hands.

"I don't know for how much longer I can go on," she said, her voice shaking, "Everything I've seen, it haunts me. I cannot sleep, because the nightmares are too vivid."

He sat down next to her and put his arm around her.

"I cannot promise you that everything will ever be completely okay again, but I can promise you something else." He told her.

"What?" She asked, her voice muffled because she refused to lift her face out of her hands.

"I will always be here for you, I promise. You've been my best friend through thick and thin, through bombs and birthday parties, I swear."

"How can you be so sure of that?" She asked, doing her best to hide the tremble in her voice. "What if...What if I lose you, too?"

"Hey, don't think like that," he said softly.

"How can I do anything but think like that? Death has become consistent in my reality, and it is the only thing I can be certain of."

"That's not true."

"What is?" She asked.

"Death isn't the only thing you can be certain of. There is one other thing: My friendship. I swear that I will be there for you until the very end, no matter how bad or bitter things get. If only you keep holding on, we can get through all this together."

"But what if we don't?" She asks, a tear sneaking out of her eye.

"Then we go down together, but I will not leave your side. You are my only friend, my best friend. I have no family left, and neither do you. We only have each other. Our friendship is stronger than this."

Another tear left her eye, and she brushed it away roughly. "I wish I could be as certain as you." She whispered, trying to blink tears away.

"Hey, it's okay to cry. I'll never judge, especially after all we've been through."

She sniffed and turned away from him. Suddenly, she turned back and hugged him tightly, catching him by surprise. "You're so sweet. I'm glad you're my friend. I wouldn't be alive if it weren't for you."

"You mean when I pushed you down when that bomb went off?"

"Yeah, that." She said, but something in her voice hinted at something else, much deeper and darker. He wanted to know more, but decided that right then wasn't the right time. She didn't need him to ask a lot of questions at that moment, scratching at the scabs over metaphorical sores. He would wait for the right moment, but for now he would be what she needed the most: A shoulder to cry on, an ear to listen. A best friend.

Coming Soon: It's My Life - Bon Jovi