I Took a Sip of Something Poison (A Foster the People Fanfiction)

Calliegh, Is It Really You?

"Calliegh! I'm so sorry!" The voice was so freaking familiar, I just couldn't think of who it belonged to immediately.

Then it hit me like a truck.

I swallowed hard and stood up slowly from my piano stool, keeping my head down and looking at the black and white keys. My heart was gone and I felt like my stomach was about to heave everything up. I felt like I was beyond sick.

"Calliegh?" The same voice called, and I didn't have enough heart left to look at him.

I closed my eyes and took a deep breath before I turned and faced him. My gaze locked with his green eyes.

Ponsi.

Mark. Freaking. Pontius. Had. Showed. Up. To. The. Night. When. I. Decided. To. Shit. Talk. Them.

How did he know where to find me? Oh, right, our names were everywhere.

"Do... Do you recognize me?" He asked, his face twisting with concern as I clamped my mouth shut, afraid that I'd do something I'd regret if I opened it. I don't know if I'd be able to control what I said to him, and I'd probably screw things up even more than I already had.

Then I saw something that made me even more sick. Mark, Cubbie, Isom, and Sean were standing behind Ponsi, all of them dressed in formal suits to help them blend into the scene around them.

Isom stepped forward a little bit and I lost all feelings in my body. He looked like his heart had been crushed. Clearly, I had hurt them again. What the hell is wrong with me?

"Calliegh... I know you're mad, but... We want to talk." Isom's voice was quiet, like he was forcing himself to talk.

My brain went into overdrive and I started moving without even realizing it. I picked up the bottom of my dress and ran off the stage as the tears rolled down my cheeks. My sandals slapped loudly against the polished linoleum floors as I ran through the backstage area and out into the maze of hallways. I've never been so thankful that I didn't wear my heels tonight.

I ran into my dressing room, but I knew I couldn't stay there. I grabbed my pack of cigarettes and ran out of the room and into the hallways again. I ran down the twisting hallways until I found one that led outside.

Throwing open the door, I was greeted by a wall of thick air and raindrops. I couldn't care less that it was pouring down rain outside, I just needed to get away from everything. So, I ran along the overhangs until I found a covered loading bay and sat down on the ledge, just under the cover of the roof.

My shaking fingers fumbled with the pack of cigarettes as I pulled one out and lit it. I took a long drag and tried to call myself down. This is impossible. This can't be happening, it just can't be real. I must not be over them like I thought I was, and now I'm hallucinating and seeing them everywhere.

I squeezed my eyes shut and tried to clear mind. This couldn't be happening, it just can't. They can't be here, could they?

"Calliegh?" I froze, my body began to noticeably shake. Was it one of them? "Hey, it's okay, it's just me." It was Jake.

"Oh, hey, Jake." I muttered and kept my head down.

"I'm sorry." Jake apologized as he sat down next to me, almost falling forward and into the puddle underneath our feet.

"Why are you sorry? You're not one of them, are you?" I snorted.

"No, but I can see how you're affected by this, and it's not cool to see you like this."

"Thanks for the concern, but I'm just not okay, and I don't think I ever will be."

"What do you mean by that?"