Last Stop

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Brendons pov:

It's been three months. We are at the last stop on our tour and I really don't give a fuck about performing anymore. I used to love seeing my fans every night but now they just remind me of Dallon. I sometimes even see posters in the audience saying, "we miss Brallon." And I just break down and cry right there. Zack is suggesting that I take a break and go get help for mental/emotional problems after the tour. And yes he did find out me and Dallon had been dating. He said he knew for a while and... Sorry it hurts too much to think about Dallon. He said he knew for a while and didn't tell us because he liked our st-st-stage gay performance.

Me and what's left of my band warm up. We go on in two minutes. I peek out to see the audience when something catches my eye. Someone in the audience is holding a sign reading, "I love you Breny. Call me at ***-***-****, love Dallon. " I knew this could've been a trick but I had to try at least. I punched in the number then put my phone away because the concert was starting.

I felt a little more hopeful tonight knowing I might be able to talk to Dallon. I'm also nervous about what he's gonna say. I was so distracted the entire concert. I kept looking at the poster hoping and praying that that was really Dallon. Once the concert had ended I turned my phone back on. I punched in the number that the girl from the concert had given me.

The phone rings three times before a lady picks up. She said this was a hospital and asked who I was calling for? I mumbled, I think I have the wrong number. "Is Dallon Weekes there?" I ask. "I'll transfer your call to his room," she says.

"Hello, who is this?" Dallon asks. I can't stop myself from crying. His voice sounds low and shallow. Why is he in the hospital?

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