Crushed

Crushed 4

A.N: hai :) so this is kind of like a warning because it starts to get kind of dark and depressing here. So.....just....beware? Idk XD

ENJOY :)

"Seb, you know if you're not ready for this then we can wait. You know chuck won't mind if you told him what's going on." Pat said, pulling seb to the side before he got on the tour bus.

Seb shook his head, "we have fans waiting for us. I'll be fine. Im ready for tour." Seb smile reassuringly at Patrick, the words came out like nothing, but seb doubted them himself.

Pat nodded, "alright."

Seb walked into the bus and claimed his bunk, crawling into it and shutting his curtain. He sighed again, taking out his iPod and turning on music that didn't make him feel any better.

Chuck watched seb crawl into his bunk and sighed.

That boy was so confusing. So unpredictable. He used to be so...happy. So energetic. Now he's just...sad. It hurts to see him so down and chuck was unable to do anything about it. Chuck noticed how often seb asked to talk to Patrick alone and he couldn't help but be jealous. Seb used to talk to chuck about his problems. Not pat.

But there was nothing he could do. After all, he couldn't be held responsible for what would happen if they broke up. That was, even if seb liked him.

"You alright chuck?" Pierre asked.

"Yeah man. I'm good, just a little tired." Chuck said, "I'm gonna go lay down. Wake me up if anyone wants to kill someone." He said, getting up and going to his bunks cross from Sebs. He stared longingly at the smaller mans bunk for a few moments before closing his blinds.

..

Seb stood on the balcony of him and chucks hotel room. He looked down at the streets, watching people walk and cars drive by.

Such a long way down. Such a hard fall that would kill a 20 year old man.

So tempting.

Seb sighed, yes, it was very tempting to just throw himself over the balcony and let the misery end...but He couldn't do that to the guys....to chuck. To the fans. It wouldn't be fair.

But yet he stood there, contimplating the thought. It would only take a second. *It's Actualky kind of scary, * seb thought to himself, *how in a matter of seconds, I could just be a memory.*

The longer he stood there and thought about the idea, the more he found himself inching towards to balcony. And before he knew it, his hands we're gripping the steel bar, staring down at the ground. He felt the wind running through his hair, his hands to genes their grip.

*Get a grip seb, you won't do it. You can't do it. Just step away.*

He tried to tell himself to stop but his body wasn't listening. He shut his eyes and let his mind wander to everything he'd done wrong.

"Seb,why dont you go..play with your Legos or something?" Chucks voice rang in his head.

"Seb, can you get out of the way please?! I'm trying to clean!" Jeff had yelled a few days ago.

"Seb that's the wrong cord!" Pierre.

"You're in the shot seb." Patrick said rather annoyed

"You erased my game data! Way to go!" David yelled in the bus.

*I'll never be able to do anything right. * He thought to himself, gripping the metal in his hands tighter, almost ready to-

"Seb, come on. We got a show to do!" Chucks happy voice rang out.