YouTube Presents... (A Kyle David Hall fanfic)

Chapter 27

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Johnnie's POV

After a couple minutes of debating, I left the bus to go look for Amanda. As I was walking around the now almost abandoned warped tour venue, I saw that one stage was still being pulled down. I ran towards it and looked around, but she wasn't there. I went behind the stage and noticed something lying on the ground. On closer inspection, I saw that there was a broken yellow pencil on the ground with Amanda's initials on it. Well at least I know I'm headed in the right direction.

I kept walking, occasionally calling out her name, but there was no sign of her. I eventually found myself at the end of the large area, just looking out onto a road. She wouldn't go past here, would she?

I began looking around for anywhere nearby that she might've gone, and eventually, I found a small toilet block. Maybe she's in there?

I walked towards it, calling her name out into the girls bathrooms. There was no reply, but I knew I had to check. I took a deep breath and entered the girls bathroom, blushing slightly. Thank god though, nobody was in there. I began inspecting all the locks to see if anyone was inside, and just as I was about to give up, I noticed the last door had been locked.

Just incase it wasn't her, I looked under the door slightly to see the persons shoes. Luckily for me, what I saw was the very familiar sight of tiny batman vans with black jeans bunched up around their ankles. Her feet are quite small and she always wears jeans that bunch up around her ankles like that.

I stood back up and knocked on the door slightly. "Amanda, are you okay?" I heard a small sniffle from the other side of door, and the lock turns. I pushed the door open slightly and saw her stuffing her phone back into its case, she was now wearing the jumper that she took with her and her face was stained with mascara.

"Amanda, I'm so sorry." I cradled her to me as she sobbed quietly in my shoulder. "We'll go back when you ready, okay?" She nodded and hugged me back. "Uh, could we at least leave the bathrooms, I mean, what if someone were to walk in?" I heard her giggle and she got up from the toilet and walked out with me.

"Thanks for coming, Johnnie. I really didn't feel up to seeing anyone else." She smiled at me with tear stained cheeks. "Funny story, that. We were all debating about who should come after you and I just told them to go fuck themselves and walked off the bus." She smiled again and began giggling. "Thanks." She gave me a kiss on the cheek before whipping off the mascara from her cheeks. "Don't worry about it. I just have one quick request before we go back to the bus." She looked up at me with curious eyes.

"Sure, anything, as long as it doesn't involve Kyle." I smiled at her, trying to hide the fact that I was feeling quite broken.

"Show me your arms." I watched her as she turned stiff and stopped walking. She stared at me as if she had seen a ghost and all the blood drained from her face. "W-what? Uh, why d-do you need t-to see m-my arms." She began stuttering like crazy, and that's when I knew my theory was correct.

I closed the distance between us and took her arm in my hand. "I'll also need your phone." I began lifting her arms and saw that she had blood stained toilet paper wrapped around her arms to stop the bleeding. "Amanda." I said softly, almost like a sigh. She still looked quite mortified and was now shaking slightly, trying to hold in the tears.

"How did you-" I cut her off by pressing my finger to her lips. I bent down so that I was eye level with her. "I saw you putting your phone back in its case, ok? I'm not stupid, I know what's hidden in there, now, please, as a part of my request, give me your phone."

She shakily took her phone out of her jeans pocket and handed it to me. I took the phone out and emptied the contents into my hand. 2 razors and a needle.

"What's the needle for?" I gave her back her phone as I held the blades and needle in my hand. She lifted up her shirt slightly and I saw a small heart drawn into her skin above her hip.

"It's easier to draw and write on myself with the needle then a blade." She dropped her shirt and a few tears slipped down her cheeks. I shook my head slightly, looking at the objects in my hand. I noticed that the needle had blood stains that go up to about half a centimetre on it. 'She really buried this thing into herself' I thought. I turned and threw them as far away as I could, making sure no one was there first, obviously.

"C'mon, I think you need to get some rest." I grabbed her hand and we began walking back to the bus. "And don't worry, we'll keep Kyle away from you and I'll keep those hidden." She smiled up at me. "Johnnie, your the greatest friend anyone could ask for, thank you."