Left You Behind

11

Frankie's Pov:

Another week of tour has passed and me and Rian are closer then I want to be. He keeps referring to me as his drumming sister and if he wants coffee or go to the gym he always drags me along. Part of it makes me want to confront him and actually have him in my life. But Im scared.

Today we are preforming in Miami Florida and theres only about a month left of tour.

"Frankie, you almost done in there?" Jack jokingly yelled from outside the green room bathroom. I finished brushing my teeth and walked out and slightly smiled as he moved me to the side and rushed in.

"I guess someone had to go." I joked quietly as I opened a can of coke and sat down. As soon as I was about to drink it Scarlet grabbed it from my hand.

"You can't have carbonated drinke Franks. Lately you've been on a good streak with your kidney and health, we don't need to ruin it by drinking what the doctors said not to." She explained in a motherly tone before she took a huge sip of it.

"Today ATL is going on first for some reason." Alex explained as he looked at the schedule. "We better get out there. Come on guys." Everyone got up and followed Alex out of the green room and to side stage.

"So you didn't hear this from me but you guys will be getting some great news later." Rian whispered in my ear.

"What do you mean?" I asked in mild confusion. He just smiled and led ATL on to the stage.

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It's halfway through our performance and pain is starting to slowly kick in. I could hear a loud ringing in my ears as white dots danced across my vision. I tried to reach for my water bottle but it seemed so far away and I couldn't grab it.

Something was very wrong. This has never been this bad before.

Suddenly I could hear the crowd faintly scream even louder before I felt someone tap on my face. I couldn't hear what they were saying and I couldn't see who it was.

For once I was actually scared. Was this gonna be it? Is this the show that finally does me in? I can't confront Rian, I can't ruin the last little bit of this tour. I tried to push whoever it was away from me. I needed to push through this. We were almost done.

The person grabbed my wrists and restrained me from my failed attempts at pushing them away. Everything around me started to fade more and more until there was nothing left to fade away.

This was it. Death had won the race. I wanted to confront Rian first! This isn't what was supposed to happen!

Rian's Pov:

All time low was rocking along side stage as Remembrance tore up their performance as always. They always had a killer performance. They were heavier then we were but it caused a nice clash of a concert.

"Hey, does Frankie look paler than usual?" Zack asked loudly over the music. All my senses stopped as I only paid attention to her. He was right. Her skin did look paler than usual and she had sweat beading down her forehead and nose. Even as a performer she never sweats since she is such a natural at drumming.

Slowly her beat started to drag behind until she completely dropped her sticks. The rest of her band continued but I could see on their faces they were mildly confused but kept on playing because as performers that's what you have to do.

Her body started to sway as she went to reach for her water bottle. I finally decided to run over to her to see what was wrong.

The noise of the crowd grew loudly as everyone saw me run onto the stage.