He Cared

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"Wake the fuck upppp pleaseee"

I felt a pillow thump against my head.

"Stoppp pleassee," Brendon groaned.

Another pillow came into contact with my head, much harder than the first one.

"Zackkk," Brendon pleaded.

Yet another pillow slammed into my head, causing me to jolt out from my very comfortable position in Brendon's arms.

"DO YOU MIND?!" I yelled, throwing a pillow at him 5 times harder, causing him to nearly lose his balance.

"Goddamn woman, you have strength"

"Fuck off," I said quietly, laying back down and curling up in his arms again. I could practically hear Brendon's smile.

"That's my girl," he laughed, kissing my forehead.

"Okay, but like, it's 1:30p.m., so unless you want to miss soundcheck, then I'd highly advise you get the hell up and get ready," Zack told us like we were two children who wouldn't get up for school.

"Oh my goddd fuck offff," Brendon groaned again, rubbing his eyes.

"Suit yourself. I guess I'll go cancel the show while I'm at i-"

"Nope. No. I'm up, see?" He jumped up, my body gently bouncing up and down on the bed.

"So be ready in an hour, alright? We're lucky that this hotel is close by, or else we wouldn't have mad-"

"Yeah Zack, I think we get it," I groaned, trying to rub the tiredness out of my eyes.

"Well, I'll be back in an hour to collect you both"

"Gee, thanks. Can't wait, goodbye"

Dallon's Point Of View

I can't do this. I just, I can't. I've tried way too many times to pretend that I'm fine. To trick myself into thinking I'm fine. I've tried to be strong for so many people, but I can't anymore. Everything keeps getting worse. I'm getting worse.

Kenny had left a few minutes before to get something to eat, leaving me with my thoughts. Slowly, I walked to my luggage, pulling out a random full bottle of pills I had grabbed a day before tour started. I thought I might've needed them, and I was damn right.

I dumped all of them in my hand, some falling to the floor. Quickly, I threw them in my mouth and grabbed a bottle of water, swallowing all of them with minimal difficulty. I smiled knowing that Kenny wouldn't be back for another hour. Those pills should kick in within 20 minutes and hopefully do the job. I thought I would be excited, but there was a hint of guilt. How would Amelia feel? 

We've just gotten close and I do this to her? Well I mean, she should've called this, right? Same with Brendon, even though he hasn't checked up on me ever. I paced around the room for 10 minutes just wondering what I could do when the door opened. I sat on the bed closest to the sliding glass window.

"Hey Dal Pal!" Brendon emerged from the door excitedly, Amelia closely following him. 

"Hey Brendon," I forced a smile.

There were small pills all over the floor, but they never seemed to notice. Thank god.

"Are you excited for the last concert of this tour?"

"Yeah, actually," I'm not going to be there, "it's going to be really fun," I'm going to be dead.

"Are you okay, Dallon? You seem a little out of it.." Amelia said slowly, but was muffled by something. I could barely hear anything. That must be a good sign, right?

"Yeah, uh.. I-I'm fine," I lied.

"Are you sure? You're looking quite pale.." Brendon trailed.

"Y-yeah, I-I'm just going to get some fresh air.." I stood up and walked toward the sliding glass door. 

I didn't even make it 5 steps before I completely collapsed on the floor, Amelia screaming and running over to me.

"What's wrong Dallon?! What happened?!" She exclaimed.

"Amelia.." Brendon said slowly.

He held my empty bottle of pills in his shaking hands, looking at the label.

"Dallon.. How many did you take? There were at least 50 in here!" 

"A-all o-of them," I managed to respond in a barely audible tone.

"Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck these can fucking kill you! Why did you do this?!"

"T-that was t-the p-point"

"Call an ambulance Brendon! He's going to die! I've had those pills before, they're one of the most dangerous to fuck with and he obviously knew that. If we don't do something right this second he's going to-"

"Alright! I am! I- just, say with him," he told her, running out of the room with his phone to his ear, probably getting Zack.

"Damn it, Dallon. Why? I could've helped you! Why don't you trust me," she cried.

I couldn't talk at this point. My body felt numb and all I could do was listen in agony as she cried. I wanted this so much, but at the same time the guilt would haunt me forever. We stayed there, her crying uncontrollably and me just staring at the ceiling trying to stay awake. Tears slipped out of my eyes. I wanted this so much, but now I'm not so sure.

"They're on their way!" Brendon barged back in with Zack behind him and his phone on call with 911.

"Dallon, why would you do this? We need you!" Zack kneeled down next to me.

"He can't talk or move. He's paralyzed.. The pills are shutting his systems down and he- he's eventually not going to-" Amelia was cut off.

"Stop it, okay! Right now isn't the time for your knowledge of pills and depressing shit!" Brendon exclaimed.

"S-s-stop B-bren," I tried, but just came out as small mumbles.

I felt my eyes become heavy and I tried to just let go. To finally give in to the numbness. But there was always that voice in my head that told me to keep fighting. Keep going. I didn't know what to do.

"God, Dallon please stay awake!" Amelia cried.

"Are those sirens?" Zack asked to himself, looking at the red and white mixture of lights from the ambulance and police cars.

Brendon bursted out of the door, running downstairs to get help. At this point, I didn't know if I actually wanted help. Of course I did this to myself, but at the same time I wasn't ready. I hoped that the medicine would hurry up and kill me, but at the same time I wanted it to slow down. Not even 5 minutes went by before he ran back into the room with the paramedics and a few police officers.

Before they could even touch me, everything faded to black. Completely unaware of my critical state, my heart rate becoming weaker, my limp body being lifted into an ambulance on a stretcher.