Roadtrip Oneshots

👾One Call Away🌵

*Andy's POV*
"Why do you have to leave?" I whined as I held onto Mikey's arm closely at the train station. I looked around me at all his bags. It was everything of his. Every last thing from our house.

"You know why, love. You know I can't be in the band anymore," he said. "But you can still stay. You can work like Conner or Alex. Or Robbie even. They have freedom to leave. If they need to go they can go," I said and I seen him smile slightly. "You know that's wrong. I need this Andy. More than anything. I need to be able to be with my family," he said and I could feel the tears falling down my face now.

"You said I was your family. You said we all were your family. Its suppose to be us against the world. Us against everything," I said and he took my face in his hands and wiped away the tears. "I'm not leaving you. I promised you I wouldn't. I love you no matter what. No matter how hard everything gets. I know I love you," he said, "plus I'm only one call away."

I sighed and we just stared into each other's eyes for a few seconds before finally he leaned down and kissed me.  I tried to pull him closer but he pulled away and shook his head. "I need to leave now love," he said and I nodded. We walked back up to rest of the boys and he made sure I was with them so I wouldn't try to stop him again.

He turned and grabbed his bags and walked onto the train. I couldn't help letting an of the tears fall. I needed him so much. He was my rock in this insane world.

It's been several weeks since Mikey's left. Sonny was here now and I was happy but I didn't feel happy. These days I didn't really feel anything.

When Mikey left, we talked everyday. Then it slowly started lessening. Now it was hardly any words exchanged between us.

Maybe it was because he fell out of love with me. It doesn't surprise me. But I couldn't help but think that it hurt. But still I couldn't feel the pain.

I felt like I was floating in all the emotions. I knew they were there but I couldn't actually feel them. I couldn't feel anything.

I looked down at my hand tracing over the cuts along my knuckles. All I wanted to do was feel something and the mirror was just there. I felt the pain course through my body and it was so much better than nothing.

It was so much better than feeling numb.

I was able to put on a smile and act just like me. That was easy. But really I had no idea what that felt like. It was so foreign to me. When I was alone all I could do is lay there staring at the ceiling. I listened to music loudly in my ears trying to help me feel nothing but it never helped. It was like I wasn't actually there.

I wish I could say I was scared but I don't know if I am. I know I'm tired. I'm tired of being numb. I want to feel something. I want to feel anything.

I decided to do something now. He told me over and over again that he was always one call away. If anyone can make me feel something again it would be him.

I picked up my phone and called him. After several rings it went to voicemail. So I tried one more time. I didn't care if it made me look desperate. I mean at this point I was desperate. But once again voicemail.

I sighed setting my phone down. So much for being one call away.

I got up and walked into the bathroom. I'm tired. I can't sleep with out my medicine.

I walked in and opened the cupboard. I pulled out a pill bottle I had hidden in there. I grabbed a few and quickly took them and then I out the bottle back.

I then walked back into my room and laid back down. After a little while the blackness completely took over my body, bringing my body into sleep.

Even in my dreams I was numb. There was nothing saving me. I was numb. The man that "loved" me was not actually one call away and I'm completely lost now.

I was lost and I was numb. I can't feel anything and maybe that's what's best.