Might this be true? *A Brallon fanfic*

Chapter 3

Trigger warning!!!!

Dallon's POV

"Wow, this pizza is so good!" Brendon said, his mouth still filled with cheesy crust.

There was about one minute of silence. We were eating, though, so it's completely normal we weren't talking constantly, but it bothered me so much.
I didn't know what to talk about. All I wanted was to show him the lyrics I had written, just so he could tell me they were good and make me gain some trust.
But that's not what my mind was telling me. 
You're worthless. Why are you even here? Brendon deserves better friends than you. Friends who are actually talented. 


I knew tears were about to come, so I excused myself and went to the bathroom.

As soon as I closed the door behind me I started crying. I wanted to be sure Bren couldn't here it, so it were just tears strolling down my cheeks as my vision became a little blurry.

I didn't want to do this, but I knew the mental pain had to end; there were still several hours before I could go back home.

I searched for a razor in his cabinets and when I finally found one, I broke it to retrieve the blade.
Oh, how I knew I shouldn't be doing this, but my mind took the upper hand, I couldn't control my actions. 
Without hesitating I started cutting my arms. Just 4 small ones on my left arm, enough damage to feel the pain.

Tears were still forming. I searched for a few bandages and put my sweatshirt back on. 
Thank, God I thought of wearing long sleeves today.

I wanted to throw the broken razor away, but then I thought Brendon might find it and know what I did. So, I decided to put the broken pieces in the pocket of my jeans.

"Ah, there you are!" Brendon said when I got back. "That took like ages."

I didn't know what to say not to make it awkward.

"Uhm, I couldn't find your soap at first." I said. Good, he believed me.

We then walked to the studio, to check all the instruments before the others arrived.

Brendon's POV

Dal is really quiet tonight. Would there be something wrong? Or am I just way too boring?

A few minutes passed when Dallon said: "Hey, why don't we try to sing House of Memories?"

We immediately started playing the song, our voices melting together. I was so enjoying this moment until I heard the doorbell ring. I looked at the clock. Ow, it's 7 P.M., the guys are there.

I got up and walked to the door, Dallon yelling "I'll get the snacks!".

We were all sat on the floor when Dal got back with a plate full of snacks and drinks. We usually don't drink alcohol during band practice, so it's just dr. Pepper.

"Hey, Dal!" Kenny said. Dallon quietly responded: "I'm fine, thanks."

Something wasn't quite right. He has been very nice all evening, which makes me think it's not about me. Yet he is still so quiet and sunken into his thoughts.

"Were do we start?" Dan asked. I didn't really care that much, so I waited for Dallon to suggest something. He did: "Uhm, we just tried House of Memories before you guys got here. What about that?" Kenny and Dan nodded and we all got our instruments.

I'm really sorry if this wasn't good. It's just leading to something that'll happen in the next chapter. If I added it here, this chapter would've like never ended. I'll probably update the next chapter tomorrow, maybe even tonight. Love y'all!