The Ballad Of Brallon ~ Rewrite~

Nicotine

Brendons pov:

It's been almost a month since Dallon disappeared. I wake up from nightmares every night, of Dallon being shot and killed. When ever I look up to see who killed him their face is blurry, and then I wake up. I could barely breathe. I've started taking grief counselling. My therapist suggests that I put my feelings into a song. I wrote one called 'Nicotine'.

I get a call from the police station. They have been doing interrogations on everyone who went to the concert that night. "Hello?!" I asked hoping to here good news. "Brendon Urie is that right?" He asks without waiting for a response, "We have talked to everyone who attended the concert a month ago. None of them are the one that did it." Suddenly my smile turns to a frown and my tears of joy turn to tears of sadness. Dallon's probably dead and we can't find the person who did this or Dallon. I start crying. And my older brother Matt walks in the room.

"Who's on the phone?" Matt asks. I tell him, "The police are on the phone and they still didn't find the person that shot Dallon." The police start telling me that they are now going to start interrogating the people working at the venue that night. They ask me if there's anyone I wanted to start with. He listed off names of who was all working that night. As I am about to say no, I hear a name and suddenly I wish that every single cop working at that damn station would lose their job.