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Slip away from me DMxJD

<Warning contains hints of suicide>

'Come meet us at the pub' J-Dog messaged Danny as Danny was heading home after a long day at the studio; he was always the last to leave the pub as he cleans up after everyone else. He just sighed as he read the text and did a U-turn before heading to their favourite pub in LA.

As he turned onto the street that held the pub, a tall and lanky figure showed up out of nowhere and they ended up colliding into each other.

"Sorry, didn't see you there" Danny said apologetically as he backed away from the other man in shock slightly.

"Watch where you're going, you..." Deuce started but came to a halt as he realizes who he had walked into. "Well if it isn't the infamous fuckboy" Deuce finished off and Danny just sighed as he cannot be assed with Aron's usual crap. He went to walk around Deuce but Deuce blocked his way again with his arm cutting in front of Danny.

"Hold on a second, don't go rushing off just yet" Aron sneered at him and started to push him back with his hand on Danny's chest. "What are you doing, Aron?" Danny asked as he went to bat away Aron's hand. "What am I doing? I was just simply walking down a street when some no good, opposite of talent walked right into me and didn't even apologize" Aron said, his fist clenched in anger after Danny had batted his hand away.

"I'm sorry alright, just move so I can get past, please?" Danny asked and Aron just laughed. "How's your life going?" Aron asked him, completely ignoring Danny and adding to his confusion. "Those death-wishes and hate filled letters stopped yet? I bet they have gotten worse lately, especially since the release of that second album. You see, Hollywood Undead just isn't the same with you. It's turned into some depressive shitty band since you showed up." Deuce told him, grinning once he saw that he had struck a nerve as Danny raised a hand to wipe away a tear that had slipped down his cheek.

"You might as well just kill yourself now before the hate pushes you to do it later on." Deuce whispered, leaning close to Danny so he could whisper it down his ear. Danny just shook his head, desperately trying to push Aron's words out of his mind, the urge to rip open his cuts again burning into his thoughts.

"Aron; quit this. You know it ain't going to get you anywhere. All that shit that you have spread through your songs shows that you have sunk way too low. Just get a life" Danny threw in his face in desperation to stop Deuce from getting at him and Deuce growled at him as Danny pushed away from him and sped-walked away.

"How's Jay? He used to be so happy, but I haven't seen him in ages" Deuce shouted after Danny's back, hurrying down the street towards the pub, the tears falling down his cheeks in a steady pace. "I will have my place in the band back, just you wait!" Deuce screamed at him in a final attempt to gain a direct response.

As he got nearer to the pub and further away from his nemesis, thoughts were racing through his mind as he thought about what Aron drilled into his mind. He thought about how depressed J-Dog had been lately and thought about how he apparently used to be happy. The more he thought on this, the more his mind saw it clearly.

The songs on American Tragedy were more depressed, Jorel is more depressed and it's all because he had shown up and replaced Aron.

Danny shook his head; it's just Aron putting words and thoughts into his head, that's all. It's what Aron wants, Danny to start doubting himself so he would disappear one way or another and Deuce could have his role back. But then Danny starting thinking about the death wishes and hate-filled letters piled on his kitchen table at home. Aron was right; they had become more frequent since they released American Tragedy. He has read them all and had been reduced to tears quite a few times because of them and those cruel words were now floating through his mind, putting an even darker light on everything.