Where I Belong // Ryan Ross

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Okay, hi guys! So, I have heard Ryan's single, Where I Belong, and as crazy as it may sound, I could from a story with the lyrics. I am incredibly insane, and dramatic, so..

Here are the sentences that I could form a story out of:

-If you want to see the sun, you got to have to dig your way out.
-I'm in a rut but still adored.
-I'm done with the dark... ...But I know it's where I belong(I know that's wrong but I can't care the less)
-I know I should've never left.
-I'd gotten tired of being buried.
-I know I've fallen down a well, and I can't get out by myself.
-But I have figured out where I belong.

-Just the whole fucking song.

So, the fic is all about:

Ryan Ross was depressed after he left Panic! At The Disco. He had gone -from the happy, cheerful guy he was- very quiet and dark. Why he left Panic!, he doesn't even know himself. He was not thinking straight the last months, because he was crushing on his best friend. Being with him only made it worse, it made him feel like he could never have him, which was true in Ryan's mind. He missed him, he missed him loads. He missed him teasing Ryan on stage, he missed his voice. His touch, his cuddles, and calming words whenever he needed them... Ryan didn't even think about caring for himself anymore; he lost weight, he rarely drank something, and he just couldn't fall asleep. He started to write his feelings out in poems, and poems turned into songs. It was like therapy to him. He wrote, and wrote, until he came up with this song, and he felt so comfortable with it, he decided to make a record of it. He got loved again. Ever since he left Panic, he felt like he was forgotten, and now all the attention is back. But he doesn't feel that adored. Hell, he feels lonely. He feels like nobody cares... But he isn't the only one that feels that way...

WARNING:

-Ryan is incredibly depressed at this point, so this may be triggering.
-There will be cussing
-Everyone has disorders in this fic.
-Have a good time reading this :3
-If I triggered you, I am really sorry, please let me know if I did and I will apologize.

Ryan looked at himself in the mirror, his finger tops touching his cheeks. I look disgusting... He thought. Ryan sighed. He took off his short-sleeved David Bowie t-shirt and tossed it on the ground. He looked, again, in the mirror and sighed at himself. He couldn't stand the sight of himself, he thought he was disgusting. That he was ugly, that he was fat. He wasn't, though. He was a young, pretty boy, a little underweight, though. He grabbed a greyish sweater from the ground and unfolded it. He looked at every spot he usually does with every piece of clothing, checking for loose thread or open spots. After checking for marks, he pulled the sweater over his head. It was way too oversized for Ryan's skinny figure.Even though the sun was shining bright through the windows, leaving temperature, and the sweater was way too warm for this temperature, Ryan didn't care. Not the slightest bit. He wanted to hide his skin for himself, and anyone who could see him. His back was exposed a little because of the giant sweater. He walked towards his living room, meeting the hot temperature and the sun. As he went for the kitchen to get his morning coffee, he saw his phone on the counter lighting up. He glanced over at it, looking at the message that he just received.

"@TheSpencerSmith notified you in a tweet!" It said.

Ryan ignored the message and reached for his wallet, grabbing a paper bill of $10,- and making himself ready to go outside, which he didn't do a lot. Ryan picked out a black scarf and pulled on his leather brown jacket. He took a deep breath and took hold of the doorknob. He closed his eyes and exited his apartment.