Little Worsnop (Asking Alexandria Fan Fiction)

Chapter 23

"This is freaking, unbelievable! God, I've been staying up late almost these past months to find out MY fucking tour, is being fucking cancelled? Fuck this shit." I growled.

"Im paying no attention to my fiance or wedding because of this tour, and you tell us it's cancelled?" Jaime asked outraged as he slammed his hand on the table.

"Look, we didn't know-"

"NO, YOU SHOULD HAVE MADE IT CLEAR WITH THE BANDS MANAGERS OR SOME SHIT WE WERE ASKING FOR A TOUR! IT IS YOUR FAULT FOR NOT MAKING ANY ARRANGEMENTS WHAT SO EVER!" Lucy screamed in a womans face.

"I have to agree with Lucy, you should have found out if Pierce was up for the tour because they are in the studio currently, and you should have asked Crown The Empire if they were certain they had no one else to tour with." Jack said. He hasn't yelled or spoken up, because unlike the rest of us, he knew how to keep his cool.

"God, im done with this fucking disscusion. Im gonna go home, but YOU'RE," I said pointing to the woman, "Are releasing to the fans no tour is coming up."

I walked out of the room with Lucy, Jaime, and Jack following me.

"Fucking unbelievable, this shit. I can't even, why wouldn't they plan anything?!" Lucy asked.

"I don't know, all I know is that im pretty pissed with the label." Jaime said pushing some hair from his face.

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The tour had ended a week ago and I hadn't really talked to anyone from AA, I just couldn't fine the time sadly. I actually hadn't talked to alot of people.

I was sitting on the couch staring at a tv with a black screen, Jet next to me with her head resting on my calfs. I was thinking about the things that had happened over the past few months.

Dating Ben, sleeping with him, Bethany leaving James, touring all over the us, my tour being cancelled.

And almost a hundred more things. Suicide Silence's The Black Crown played from my radio and I suddenly felt anger bubble up inside me. I shot up, causing Jet to jolt back. I speed walked to the stairs and climbed up until I was outside my room. I threw the door open and went to my desk, throwing my books, papers, and pencils with my hands onto the floor. I kicked the wall, I slammed my fist's on the desk, and screamed as loud as I could. I punched a mirror I had over my dresser, and sat on the floor.

Sharp pain envaded my hand and I clenched and unclenched it.

"The entire fucking world has gone to shit!" I screamed as I pulled at my hair.

Tears streamed down my face as I wiped away the blood from different spots on my hands.

"Why the fuck does this happen to me?" I asked nothing as I rested my head on my bed.

I wiped my eyes and realized why I had made a mess of my room and myself.

"All the anger I had, earlier was the begining of me releasing it." I whispered to myself as I closed my eyes. I looked like a mess most likely.

Black tears, messed up hair, bloody hand.

Hell, I looked like shit either way.

My eyes grew tired, and soon I was crying myself to sleep like my high school years.

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This was utter shit, um I had no ideas. I just really wanted to update for you all! So um, blam yo' self! Just kidding, blame my lame writing skills. The story is gonna end in a few chapters, and you probaly won't like the ending but I actually had that type of ending in my mind since chapter one. Anyways, vote, comment, share! Love you, stay punk.