Chloe Preciado's POV
I am so relieved that Jack is okay because of many reasons. For one he's an amazing friend and helps when you're depressed. For two, I'm in love with Alex and he's Alex's best friend, practically brother and means a lot to him. Three, Sierras in love with him and she's my best friend and like a sister and she's also like Alex's little sister. And finally four, he has reached a lot of people's hearts and means so much to so many people and without him we'd all be lost.
Why would he do that? I kind of get why, the girl he loves also likes another and they made up but why try to kill yourself and and up having your heroine come save you?
I'm now finally 13 and for 3 years I've been dating Alex Gaskarth. I met him when I was 10 and almost immediately fell in love. He was practically a family friend since half of PTV are related and so sometimes they met up at Jaime and I's house for band stuff and Alex and ATL tagged along a few times. Alex knew I was depressed and need help sooner than my own family but I don't blame them. Why don't I blame them? Because my brother is amazingly talented and my parents focus on him, not that they don't love me (which I think they don't) but they focus on how well my brother is doing and help him when needed. And my brother, he loves me but when he's home, He focuses on his music.
Alex heard me crying in my room one day when everyone else was oblivious to it and he came into my room since I didn't lock it. I didn't lock it because usually when I cry in my room no one hears me or cares much. When Alex came into my room he saw all of my drawings of my depression hung all over the room and my painting all over my arms and legs with the paintbrush laying next to me on the floor. He talked to me and calmed me down then cleaned my arms and legs up.
That was the first time I've ever met an actual hero, a hero that saved me.
That was the day Alex became my hero.
Alex is my hero.
Heroism can, and most times do go both ways.
After a year of him and ATL coming over I started going over to his house with and without my brothers, PTV, and the rest of ATL.
Alexander William Gaskarth's POV
One day I was in my room balled up in a corner crying. Usually I'm fine but that day, that was the anniversary of Toms death. Chloe just showed up in my room without calling first like she usually does. I guess my mom had let her up. She hurriedly ran over to me and hugged me, told me it'll be okay and that she was there for me. She was only 11 but she stayed there for me the entire day until I came out of my ball and I was okay.
That is when Chloe became my heroine.
Danae Perry's POV
PTV and BMTH were doing a festival together close to home so I went because Tony is my brother and I wanted to support him, BMTH is my favorite band, and I couldn't be home with my parents fighting again. My parents were divorced but my dad took me back home to my moms after I spent the week with him. So I ran away, not far just down two blocks to the venue. When I got to the venue I was small enough that I blended in and was hidden by this huge group of friends and they agreed to sneak me in even though they didn't believe tony was my brother. I got up to the stage they were playing and waited by the edge until it was their time to play. When the last band before PTV ended I went and waited in the middle then when Tony came on stage and got set up he looked into the crowd and skimmed across all the fans until he stopped. He saw me and ran off stage real quick, thank god it was before they had to play. He had security guards escort me back stage where I stayed until after the show.
My brother was worried about me, but he's my older brother, our parents were fighting while he wasn't home and I ran away.
After they played, Tony and the PTV guys went to hang out with BMTH and of course I had to go because rather I wanted to go or not I had no where else to go.
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My Messed Up Life
FanfictionI've always wanted to meet my favorite bands and band members, never have I wanted it to go like this, with me all screwed up and suicidal in a hospital with nurses and doctors watching me so I don't, like, die.