27 Club [Brian Jones X Reader]

Where One Life Ends [Chapter 1]

"Get outta here (Y/n)!" Your manager yelled at you for once again leaving the ovens on for a few hours unattended.

"Oh gosh! I am so sorry!" You yelled back at your manager while you were scrubbing the already pristine tiles of the kitchen floor. You worked at a restaurant called the pepper pony. At the grand (and suspicious) age of 27, you still haven't found a permanent job, or purpose in life yet. You didn't save up enough money to go to college and stay in college, and the economy was in bad shape in your day and age. A dinky restaurant would pay better and be better than becoming a bus driver anyway.

If you did have a choice in what you would be, it would probably be a musician. After all you were decent at singing and playing a variety of different instruments. In fact, you had your own youtube channel in which you had quite a bit of subscribers. But that couldn't be your purpose in life? Could it?

"(Y/n)! This is the third time this month! Haven't you learned your lesson yet! And why are you so forgetful of all of the important things!" Your manager stormed into the kitchen, his mud caked boots wreaked havoc on the just cleaned floor. He clearly had just been out hunting, again.

You groaned softly, you had worked so hard on polishing the floor. "I don't know, I guess I'm just a forgetful person," You shrugged.

Your manager glared at you. "You better stop forgetting, otherwise you'll be out on the streets with no job nor money."

Ouch. That was the first time that the manager ever threatened to fire you. "O-Ok," You shied away from your manager and put all of the cleaning supplies back in their closet. Then, under the watchful eye of your manager, you left the Pepper Pony and began to walk back home. After all you didn't own a bike (Well, you did but it was a little bit small) and your car needed to be fixed.

The chill October wind whipped through your hair as you walked down the sidewalk of downtown. Oddly, several people were on the streets tonight shopping and walking around without a care in the world. Unattended kids wandered around looking for free samples from all of the popcorn and candy shops. A few stray dogs lingered around trash cans before getting chased away by little boys and restaurant employees. The sun was just setting and cast a glowing orange light in the darkening sky. Honey colored lights started to brighten up the streets and shops, telling customers that they were still open for the night. You smiled at the peaceful scene and humed your favorite song to yourself.

Suddenly, a dark figure dressed in dark clothes ran right by you, and ripped your purse from the strap. The figure tried to run away from you as fast as possible and away from your sights. You couldn't let them steal your purse. It had your phone in it, all of your money, a few other things, and most importantly, a signed picture of Brian Jones. It was your prized possession and had signed by Brian himself back in the 60's. It was too precious to lose! Especially for a Brian Jones fangirl like yourself.

"HEY! GET THE FUCK BACK HERE!" You screamed after the robber and started to pursue them. They were pretty fast, you had to give them that, but you were too (thankfully). You got really close to them. You reached out to grab your purse, but at the last second the figure veered off to the right into a store. You started after them, but at the last moment you tripped over a few smooth rocks that just happened to be where you placed your foot. You tripped over the rocks and into the nearest pile of trash.

The stinky mess you landed into must've been a few days old and rotting in the sun. It smelled very bad, and now you smelled very bad. The mushy food poured out of the black trash bags and stuck onto your clothes. Shame, those were some nice clothes, your favorite clothes actually.

The figure glanced back at you, stopped, and chuckled to themselves before pointing at you and running away with your purse and almost everything important that you owned. "No! Wait!" You yelled after them and stuck your hand up high in the air. One of the bright orange ties of the trash bags caught your shoe and you once again fell.

You fell forwards, but tried to catch yourself. That only resulted in you tripping over more lose garbage. Since the city you lived in was on top of a few mountains, there was dangerous ledges on the outskirts of downtown. You just happened to be in an alleyway that had one of those dangerous and derailed ledges. And it was a long drop.

"Shit!" You screamed when you came close to the edge of the ledge. Just below your feet was the long drop to the foot of the mountain. Your feet started to sweat as you peered over the edge. You still hadn't recovered from your fumbling yet, and you still felt disoriented. Slowly, you moved away from the ledge and tried to slow down your fast paced breathing, your heart was racing a million miles an hour and you didn't like that one bit.

"Hey lady? Ya need some help?" A kindly male voice sounded from behind you. You slowly turned around, away from the edge of the mountain and towards whomever was speaking.

"Yes please! That would be great," You smiled at the man before realizing that he was the dark figure that had stolen your purse.

The man grinned like a deranged eel. "My pleasure," He said sweetly before pushing you as hard as he could off of the edge of the alleyway. You didn't have time to catch yourself, and you found yourself free falling. You heart instantly felt like it stopped out of pure terror. Wind rushed all around you making a terrible hissing noise. The scare of falling only lasted for a few seconds until you plummeted to darkness below.

That's when (Y/n)'s life ended, but in a way it also just began.