The Theory of Music and Color Destruction~ A Patrick Stump Fanfiction

chapter 17

"So this is the wonderful Aspen Wentz." The interviewer smiled at me shaking my hand.
"Indeed I am. How are you?" I smiled accepting the handshake. Absolutely nothing could destroy my bad mood. Not only had I just gotten laid by a man who I love, but my brother also accepted us.
"I'm doing just fine." He grinned. "I was just planning on having the guys here, but we can make something work."
I shook my head. "Don't worry about it. There is no need for you to change your plans. I'm happy just watching." I sort of giggled.
"Are you sure that's okay?" He seemed wary.
"Just fine." I smiled, standing outside of the radio station booth. The guys got settled and I grinned waving at them.
As soon as the ON AIR sign lit up, a hush fell across the room. I smiled and tried not to laugh at some of the ridiculous answers the guys were giving. Andy might have seemed quiet, but he was funny. The interview went on for about 15 minutes until they had a short break. Patrick came out and quickly pecked a kiss on my forehead. "I love you." He smiled before going back into the room. I smiled at him, blowing him a kiss. He pretended to catch it and I giggled. Absolutely nothing could go wrong or ruin this beautiful day. After the longest time of sadness and confusion, I finally felt true happiness. Nothing could take that away.
My phone started to ring. Without missing a beat I picked it up, not bothering to check the caller ID.
"Hello?" I answered brightly, walking out of the room and into a small hallway.
"Is this Aspen Wentz?"
"Yes. Who is this?" My voice was laced with confusion.
"This is Dr. Reynolds from Sacred Heart Hospital. I am afraid to say that your mother has passed away. She was found hanging, having commit suicide. She left a note addressed to you." The doctor took a breath as I stood there in shock, unable to breathe.
"Dear Aspen, I loved you so, so very much. You and Pete were my everything." I slowly slumped to the floor, my vision blurry. "When you were broken, it broke me. Along with the stress of losing your father, and Pete's depression, I felt as if my grip in reality was also slipping. I tried so hard to stay strong for you and your brother, but in the end it was too much. I sent you away to Pete knowing that together you would be okay, and I could end my life without any real damage. I tried everything. Therapy, medication, meditation, I tried everything to stay with you, baby, and I just couldn't do it. I love you so much, Mom." The doctor finished reading the letter and I hung up, falling to the ground. I couldn't cry, I just sat there, gasping for breath, my vision fading into images of my best friend and my mother, hanging from ropes.
I sat there for a long time, just barely seeing a distraught Pete, tears falling down his eyes. I felt my body be lifted up from the ground and I sat there, unable to move or think.
I whispered to whoever was listening, "Grey."