Band one-shots.

The Pinky Promise (ATL A.W.G)

I know this isn't 100% true pure Fanfiction. This was an English assignment.

Imagine Alex and Jack are the Alex and Jack in this, Okay? Cool. Thanks.

Trigger warning!! SELF HARM!!

Here I was. I'm locked in the bathroom with blood pouring down my wrists, slowly loosing consciousness. I'm too tired to move, so I'm laying against the wall, praying Death comes soon.

"Em?" A gruff, somewhat deep voice asked. Alex.

Why was he here? He's not supposed to be here!

"Em? You home?" He asked again, coming closer to the bathroom door.

He approached the door, and stopped.

"Em? The lights on." He stated.

I'm loosing consciousness even more. I can't answer back. I can barley keep my eyes open.

"Emily? Come on. Answer me." He demanded kindly, jiggling the door nob. "Emily!! Open up, please." He begged, banging on the door. "I'm breaking the door down!" He yelled before slamming his body against the door.

My eyes are now fully shut. I'm loosing the ability to hear as well.

I hear the door brake off the hinges, and Alex screaming my name.

"No, no, no... Emmy, why?" He whispered. He placed some kind of cloth against my wrists. "JACK!" He yelled, then it goes completely dark and quiet.

I'm in the dark, when I see a skeleton, in a black hood. He looking at me, no eyes in the sockets of the skull. I guessed he was Death.

He just kept staring at me, almost as if he was surprised, and I kept staring back.

"You're early," he finally spoke, his voice deep, yet comforting.

"What?" I questioned.

"You're early. This isn't your time." He said.

"I made it my time." I told him.

"And I'm making it not you're time. You have a life to live. Life's to change. This isn't your time, and I refuse to let you shorten it." He stated.

I don't have time to question it as I feel a bed under me and voices around me. I can't open my eyes,
though.

"Alex, come on. It's been two days. Eat." A voice that sounded like Jack pleaded.

"I'll eat when she eats." Alex said, coldly.

"She wouldn't want you like this." Jack whined.

"And I don't want her like that." Alex grunted out.

Before I heard the rest of the conversation, I was ripped back into the darkness, Death next to me.

"See. Not your time. Now, I don't want to see you back here for a long time. Do you understand?" He asked. I nodded. "Good. Bye, Emily."

I was shot back into the room with the bed, and opened my eyes.

It was still dark, but I could make out shapes. I could see a screen light and heard beeping from it.

I sat up, and saw a figure bent over, head on my bed. I smiled, figuring it was Alex.

I groaned, waking the figure.

"Emmy?" He whispered, still half asleep.

"I-I'm here." I forced out of my mouth. My voice raspy. Even in the dark, you could see him light up.

"Em! You're up. You thirsty? Hungry? Do I need to call a nurse, cause I can-" he rambled on until I cut him off.

"I could use some water, but other than that, I'm fine. You okay?" I asked. He reached over to a water bottle and went to turn on the lights. It blinding me for a second before my eyes adjusted.

I saw his face was unshaven, and his usual 'emo' styled hair was a mess. His brown eyes filled with sadness.

He got sat down on my bed, near me, and handed me my water bottle.

"Why?" He asked, as I started drinking.

"I'm sorry."

"But, why?" He asked, his kinda deep voice cracking.

"I couldn't take it anymore. Ali found me again. She... she said somethings that put my mind in self-destruction mode." I answered quietly, my voice also showing signs of crying.

"Okay, I'm going to make you a promise, and to make it, I need you to make on as well. You understand?" I nodded. "Good. Okay. I can promise I will always be there for you. I will always be your best friend forever. I will always be the shoulder you can cry on, if, you promise to talk to me, an never, ever, do this again. Promise?" He asked, hopeful.

"I promise," I told him truthfully.

"You gotta Pinky Promise, okay?" He asked holding his pinky figure out. I didn't answer in words, I just wrapped mine around his. His smile grew, and his eyes fill with some happiness. I smiled back, lazily jumping on him, and hugged him. He chuckled some before returning it. We didn't let go. We just held each other as long as possible, every few minutes, growing a little tighter.

I was the one too finally break free.

"How long was I out?" I questioned him. His head dropped some.

"Almost three days." He informed me, staring at his hands. I reached for his hand, with one hand, and used my other hand to wrap my pinky around his. He stared at it, the light retuning to his eyes.

"Never again," I told him.

"Thank God." He breathed out, making me giggle some. He pulled me back into a hug, and lying with me on the hospital bed. We were fixed to where I was on top of him, and his arms were around me.

I don't remember much else, as we fell asleep like that, but I do remember waking up again to cameras going off, and silent laughter coming from the other side of the room.

I didn't open my eyes, though. I enjoyed where I was. But I did notice something.

My pinky finger was twisted with his.

This is based on a story I have somewhat written, but kept in the drafts. I have, like, 6 or 7 under drafts that I don't know if I should continue or not...