Somewhere In Neverland ~Flykarth~

Epilogue

  **Five years later***

Matt's POV

I stood at the side of the stage, admiring the sight before me. Watching Kellin sing on stage along side his band, Sleeping With Sirens, at warped tour was a sight I never thought I'd see. Not that I couldn't see him doing it, I'd always thought he was a great singer and musician, but he'd never had the confidence before. But the Kellin I stood watching now was so full of confidence as he own the stage, thousands of fans going crazy, singing along word for word.

It had been five years, five long years since that night my entire world came crashing down on me. I'll never be able to forget that night, it will always haunt my memories. I never told anyone, but I would still occasionally have nightmares about it.

We'd spent every single day searching for Alex, we where all tearing apart at the seems without him. None of us could eat, none of us could sleep, but we never gave up hope that we'd find him. Day and night we'd search abandoned buildings, warehouse's, streets, cellars, every corner of Baltimore we could think of. But it was always a dead end. All of us knew who was behind this, but we couldn't say, we had no proof and Alan and his lot where playing their roles of being the guilt ridden bullies too well. They made it seem like they had 'changed their ways', become the good guys, helping those who where being bullied by others in the halls...but we saw the evil behind his eyes. We saw that it was all just an act, but we couldn't let on, Zack and Rian's cover would've have been blown, and they needed to stay on the inside in hope they'd over hear something. That plan failed in the end, but it was worth a shot.

Everyone had assumed Alex had taken off, run away as his car disappeared. Or that he'd committed suicide, but I knew that wasn't true, we knew it wasn't true, we knew Alan had done something and we needed to find out what.
We went along with what people said, we'd set up a fake funeral, it wasn't hard for us to act heartbroken and as if we where grieving, because we where all heartbroken anyway. All feeling the pain of Alex not being with us. Not knowing where your son, your friend, the man you loved was, whether he was alive, or dead, it tore us apart. I was a wreck without him, every day that went by I died a little more inside, but I held on to the hope that I would find him. But sometimes, it was hard to keep the hope, I'd broken a promise I made to Alex and that just killed me more. But I swore never to give up, not until I found him, I promised I'd protect him, I promised I would look after him, I promised I would never hurt myself. Promises I hadn't been able to keep, but I sure as hell wasn't going to brake anymore promises.

During this time, Mike had been sent off to some special school, camp type thing. It was made especially for those who felt the need to bully others, be hateful, and help them 'rehabilitate' their ways.
Vic came out to his parents and told them of how Mike was bullying Kellin, Alex, Me and Jack, as well as others in the school. They didn't believe it at first, but it didn't take them long to realize Vic was right. So that's why Mike was sent away. They said as hard as it was to accept Vic at first, they could never condone such awful, hateful behaviour from their own son.
We knew how much that would've pissed Alan off so I knew our time was getting shorter and shorter. The clock was ticking and we had to find Alex fast if he was still alive so we all worked over time trying to find him. I knew the more days that passed, the less likely it became that we'd find him alive, but I couldn't give up hope, if I gave up hope, and believed he was dead...Alex was my life, without him alive, I wasn't alive. So I just had to hold on until the bitter end.

We could've gone to the police, in fact we'd tried, but Alex's history of depression and anxiety, they brushed it off like it was nothing. It angered us, but we put that anger to use and used it to fuel ourselves, to prove them wrong. They didn't know Alex, not like we did, not like I did. They knew nothing.