Nicotine: the sequel to 'The Ballad Of Brallon'

The lie

Dallons pov:

As we get into the next song I notice that he's starting to mess up the words. I look over at him because I think he might be getting nervous. All of a sudden I see Brendon stumbling around the stage. My look turns from confused to worried. Brendon passes out on stage I take my guitar off and run over to Brendon.

The other band members do the same. I get on knees leaning over him and I yell Brendons name. I start crying. I don't care how the audience is reacting. The gaurds at the show come up to Brendon as well as our manager Zack.

I'm still screaming Brendons name trying to get him to snap out of it. His eyes close and I cry harder than I ever have in my life. I lay my head down on Brendons chest. Zack tells the audience the show is over.

The paramedics come to take Brendon away. On the way to the hospital I over here the paramedic inspecting Brendon say, "It looks like he's been suffering from a severe case of sleep deprivation." I look up from Brendon, at the paramedic.

My shock is easily noticable on my face. "I," I cry, "I thought he was sleeping." "By the looks of it," he says, "Brendon hasn't slept in almost a month." I hate myself. How did I not notice this? That must've been why he was always awake before me. That was why, I cry not being able to believe I didn't know this. That was why he was putting on cover up.

I ask the paramedic to wash off Brendon s face. When I see  what he really looks like, I put my head in my hands and cry. It looks like he's dying. How could he do this to himself? How could he do this to me?