Through Chaos As It Swirls//Coldplay

Chapter Twenty Five

the world seemed more alive, cloudy skies attached with mixtures of grays and blacks of the afternoon had spread all over. the lungs of skies had blown the streaks of clouds all over as a ray of sun splashed into the scene reflecting onto the shades of green trees scattered among the area.

birds flew freely all around, dogs barked and car horns beeped in the street. people hurried around and building lights had flashed.

i had tugged on my jumper as it loosely hung from my skin, i carefully fixed it as i also stretched out my leg, half heartedly laughing at how loud it cracked trying not to wake chris and i caught a glimpse of will sitting cross legged reading, with a coffee cup sitting on the old oak table and his glasses sitting on the bridge of his nose and he looked deep in thought of his novel.

i heard a soft knock on the door as guy appeared in the door frame with a small slouch in his posture looking a little bit glum. i excused myself to exit the room and i raised an eyebrow and guy starting crumbling.

"i-i don't wanna be sad anymore, i mean i'm not depressed but i feel guilty like it's my fault that all this is happening and i'm making it w-worse."

"you're fine, sometimes you just feel like this, like it's very common to go through a phase it'll be okay i promise you."

guy had focused on a small smile and gave me a simple yet thanking hug even though his body seemed to tremble i had really hoped that he was going to be alright.

jonny had his hat angled on his head as he had sweat glazing down his face soaking his hair and his lip was bit between his teeth as he remained deep in his thoughts.

he madly strummed his fingers on his guitar thinking about everything in the world hardly being able to hold his guitar with his bare hands he had set it down gently.

jonny plopped down onto the bed taking his mind away and brushing the sweat off of his forehead as he listened to the sounds and melody of the outside world.

he gazed at the figures walking around and the cars passing by in a blur, looking at the grey sky he sighed and looked up and thought how he could change and be better.

not wanting things to become worse he wanted to be there for his friends and be able to not be so quiet and not get angry. he also thought of the things he regretted and made people not like him the way he had wished and also being liked for who he was instead of feeing alone.

feeling more alone than ever he placed his hand under his jaw wishing that someone had noticed that the entire band was going through a rough patch that was crumbling down quickly.

he just wanted to get away from the paparazzi's and news reporters and to have everything simply fixed in one simple wish.

he wished that phil would be fully healed, chris recovering soon and to get over his depression, guy to be okay and grow more self esteem and for reese to be able to beat cancer.

he closed his eyes wanting to escape the world he thought of what it could be like to fly in space with the stars freely and happy and yet so far away from every detail left behind.

guy had wished he could simply heal from sadness but it couldn't dissolve into thin air. growing up as a small child and not feeling love brings results of what it's like to live life in sadness and not being told at a young age of what love feels like or how much it can hurt.

he wasn't ever told "i love you" or anything like most people think. his parents asked his day was and he'd flat out lie and say " it was ok", they never asked how he felt or how his grades were or how school in general was.

guy was the outsider kid that had been thrown inside lockers and been beaten by kids but no one ever seemed to notice or care about the fact that he was feeling pain and how visible it was no one cared.

he never felt depressed just simply sad and lonely all mixed together his heart ached for someone to help him because he cried and cried for so many days until his mom asked simply why he was crying and he said "i'm fine" and she didn't do anything except leave him in his own tears.

guy came back into view as to why he could answer phil's question on why he got sad and why he cannot function like usual.

guy hadn't ever really told many people about what his childhood was like and how it was to grow up in his shoes with so much pain and calling for help.

guy sighed and picked off a small piece of fluff that had stuck to his jacket and tossed it to the floor like his parents had for him when he was young watching it go instead of caring about guy.

he grasped the door handle and stepped into the hospital room, reese and will had been sitting while chris had slept away in the bed hooked to many machines and tubes.

he plumped down onto a chair between where will and reese had been sitting. will pushed up his glasses with his index finger, setting down his book and taking a sip of his coffee.

reese fumbled with his shoe laces as they couldn't stay tied and in annoyance he knotted them about four times and will chuckled at how angry his shoes had made him.

"but will it isn't funny, i got these shoes just a few weeks ago and they literally don't stay tied and it's so annoying"

"i'll bet, maybe next time buy some of those velcro shoes in like the sketchers section so you won't have to tie them anymore"

"oh i'll get the awesome light up ones and you defiantly cannot wear them because they're literally too fabulous for you"

the three guys laughed at how stupid the idea had been.

phil had fumbled with his bandage and he looked into his pale reflection seeing how skinny he had looked and how visible all the bruises and cuts had been.

he was afraid for the band to go back on tour and that people would start judging him for his appearances and that he had lost weight and his marks basically were stained and permanently attached to his skin.

he was afraid of loosing someone he loved and cared for as a friend, he was starting to feel hopeless and worried that someone was going to get hurt because of him and that it seemed like this mess happened because he stupidly got caught in a car tire and was dragged along the pavement.

he needed to leave the room because he was getting too far into thoughts making him feel rather worse then he should be feeling.

he limped around the hallway to find only jonny the only member remaining around the hotel.

he opened the door as he had seen the door had been cracked open and he pushed it weakly with as much might as he had and the door squeaked open.

jonny sat in silence and his eyes closed escaping from reality and phil sat down quietly next to him and jonny had opened his eyes looked over at his old friend.

sitting in silence always made jonny feel somewhat better no matter how much he bottled up his emotions he never told anyone spilled how he had felt.

he placed his palms onto his pants and weakly giving a smile to phil as phil had returned a smile and the motion of the world had he the guys back into watching.

as the three other men's laughter echoed in a hospital room over shoes waking up chris and feeling confused he shrugged and joined into the laugher like old times and it seemed like a normal conversation.

sometimes wishes can come true and it's possible rough patches will end and the and maybe possibly passing through the storms.

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i apologize for a different chapter and not actually being in any specific point of view and oddly being a narrator but oh whale and i apologize for not posting so long and for this chapter for also being rly bad