helo, and welcome to hell. okay lemme get this in check, this is a brallon one shot book. not ryden, peterick, ferard, trholey, joshler, joshdon, or any other ship i didnt name. this is also fluff so dont even try with the sumt. u can also request b...
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henlo, i thought i wasn't gonna publish today but i guess i had enough time, i also have a math and civics test both on friday that i should be studying for but here i am. aren't u proud of me mom. anyways e n j o y.
pitch black.
he looked around. nothing but black. he began to feel anxious, nothing was there, no life.
except him.
he dwells on the thought of moving. finally he reaches his decision and takes a step forward.
he was falling now, screaming, unable to breathe, a few moments that felt like hours later he was laying on the ground.
he felt no pain to that, which didnt help the gnawing anxiety. cautiously, he stood.
he was in a white room now, its walls bare and dull. but in the middle of the wall he was facing was a tall man of some sort, he was facing his back so brendon couldn't see his face.
'e-excuse me...sir? ' brendon tried.
the man didnt move.
brendon was silent, he could hear the mans ragged breathing. the air was tense, and brendon didnt know what to do.
a light flickered above him and the man grabbed something from his messenger bag he was carrying.
specs of red dripped down on the floor. brendon hoped it wasn't blood, he stood his ground, ready for whatever would happen.
then the man came to his senses and turned around, he almost stumbled,looking like a drunk after a rowdy night in a bar.
a head.
dallons head.
dallons head was being held in the mans hand, fist holding onto his brown hair. it was only his head, even more blood seemed to drip down, staining the floor in its thick substance.
brendon gagged at the sight and screamed. he scrambled back to the wall behind him and tripped over his own feet. falling onto his back.
the man had set dallons head on the floor, and an axe formed in his hands. bringing up his arms he swung straight down at brendon.
brendon screamed as he sat up in his sheets, a light coat of sweat on his forehead. tears formed in his eyes. he was shaking and his breathing was irregular and messed.
in an instant dallon was at his side, bringing him to his chest and whispering words of comfort. concern filled dallon to the fullest for his love and life.
after about 10 minutes, brendon had calmed down a bit, his breathing even after instructions from dallon, but he was still shaking a bit.
"wanna talk about it..?" dallon offered
" n-no"brendon responded quietly.
dallon understood, the days they were supposed to go on tour had him and brendon really stressed out and on edge.
"ok well wanna watch a movie or something" the blue eyed man replied.
brendon nodded and shuffled closer to dallon, brendon sighed, but it was more of a shuddering breath.
after that, they cuddled and watched a few episodes of parks and rec. soon brendon had dozed off to sleep, while dallon held him tight, rubbing his arm for comfort.
the whole night brendon didn't have anymore problems and they slept soundly. in the morning dallon woke up to brendon on his chest, snoring lightly.
ok wow sorry i published this later than usual. thnks again for the votes, review and/or request if u want. this was also based off a dream i had the other night, pretty freaky. but ye hoped u enjoyed this one bAii for now.
