Simply Flawless

Dial Tone

Possible triggers that may occur if you read this chappie and are sensitive when it comes to (semi)depressing thoughts

Mitch's POV

I smiled and waved to the large crowd before me, cheers still ringing through the air as we walked off the stage.

Sighing, I wiped beads of sweat that had formed from my forehead and took a swig of water from the large dressing room everyone waited in before the concert. I leapt onto a large couch before feeling a vibration in my back pocket.

Taking out my phone, I saw an unknown number.

My brows furrowed. I answered.

"Hello..?" I say, hearing my voice echoing back through the phone.

Static, then a voice.

"You're curious, aren't you?" It asked, voice gruff and low.

Something inside of me triggered. It was Him. The one that had potentially scarred me for life.

I felt that familiar feeling grip my heart, wrapping around it and pulling it into the darkness.

Not knowing what to say, I stayed silent.

"Did you not hear me? You're curious, aren't you?" He asked again, voice more stern and a hint of annoyance evident in His voice.

"I.. What do you want?" I ask quietly, body shaking as pictures flashed in my mind in a rapid speed, overwhelming me.

"Answer. The question."

I didn't know how to respond. Of course I was curious. Curious about everything. Why He called me, why He called us 'simply flawless.' There were so many questions, yet so little time.

"I.. I um.. I guess. Yes." I stuttered, trying to avoid the worried stares from my band members. Especially Scott's.

"Good. Let's keep it that way. Nice to know you're still broken inside from what you people call 'the incident.'" I could practically hear Him smirking through the other end. Before I could answer, He hung up. Leaving me with the dreadful, obnoxious dial tone.

I hastily shoved my phone in my pocket again. That was when I noticed my hands shaking violently.

Scott approached and pulled me into a tight hug. With no time wasted, I returned it.

Despite the fact that I didn't want the awkward talk, it still felt nice. The same, warm feeling that welcomed me each time I embraced Scott, replacing the cold, hard black ice inside of me with a blazing warm fire.

I loved it. But I knew it would end.

When he pulled away, the fire was blown out immediately, the same large chunk of black ice freezing over and placed promptly on my already heavy heart. Scott attempted to make eye contact with me, hands on my shoulders.

"Talk to me. You know it'll make you feel better, even if it's just a little bit." He says in a soft voice, wiping away a tear I hadn't known had fallen.

I gulped.

"It was Him." I whisper.

That was all it took for my knees to buckle as tears threatened to pour over the edges of my eyes.

So close. So close to tipping over and starting a waterfall.

But I made sure to blink it back.

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Staring at the printed words on a beige page of a book, I felt a hand hold mine and squeeze it once.

I already knew it was Esther. She was the tour manager, and Avi's sister. Of course she would know what happened, and do everything she can to make me truly smile, even just once.

Looking up, I saw Esther's sympathetic face and a tray of food in her lap.

"Eat, Mitch. You need it." She simply said, voice kind and reassuring.

I sighed through my nose and gave in, placing the book down beside me on the couch. I wouldn't dare to touch my phone anymore. Not after that awful phone call.

It haunted me for weeks, genuinely effecting me as a whole.

I was told about the many people asking me why I wasn't tweeting anything, as I would normally do on a regular basis. This week's Superfruit video was postponed. Everything seemed to slowly fall apart right before my eyes.

And I couldn't do anything. I just stood there and watched.

I shouldn't be doing this, right? I should be strong and help all the other members of the band, who are so caught up in making me feel better, even though they're also still damaged from the past.

God, I'm so selfish. I'm so pathetic.

I don't even know what to feel anymore. Each time I smile, it breaks me inside. Whenever I cry, I start to beat myself up on how much of a crybaby I am. When I get mad, or lash out.. I always want to hide underneath a thousand blankets and stay that way forever.

Worst part is.. I just can't seem to control my emotions anymore. They're messy and all over the place.

Just like me. Just like the pathetic human being I am.

And I hate every second of it.

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Yeah.. That took a turn.

It also took an incredibly long time for me to get this damn chapter out, and it's really short too

WHOOPS SORRY

Currently working on a one shot for Kitsune_Ghoul 's new anime one shot book, as it is a collab between me, her and _Potatoz_

It's almost(ish) finished, so if you're interested in anime, make sure to check out the one shot book on Kitsune_Ghoul 's account (shameless self promo)

Anyway, I might be a bit busy because of that and fREAKING SCHOOL

*cough* sorry. Kind of maybe exploded there.. This authors note is also going on forever so I'll just stop now..

K BYEEEEE