My First Concert

My First Concert

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I shook my head nervously as the music slowly got louder. “A couple of tattoos and I'm not good enough for you? Right? You came to that concert on a dare, and you’re here on a bet. You had a rush and tomorrow you’re going to brag about it with your friends. Tell me those weren’t your intentions Dani!", he snapped. The music got louder, and I grabbed my head. I can't stand the loudness. I need him to hold me before it happens again. Tears welled up in my eyes. "You know what? Sorry for wasting your time.", he said as he walked away. "Wait! No! Stop! I'm sorry! I'm sorry!", I shouted before the room went black. My eyes were still open though! What the fuck! I know the power didn’t go out because the music was still going. Brandon turned around and picked me up in his arms and began to carry me out of the building. It was happening again. My knees went weak and I shut my eyes tighter, the music was only getting louder but at this point I knew it was all in my head. I heard a long beep and the last thing I felt, was Brandon's strong arms around me.
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!!Trigger warning: suicide, Implied/Referenced Self Harm!! Warnings before sections. . This book is currently discontinued, if I find motivation to finish it it is not in the foreseeable future. . "Trust me." His voice was soft and calming, the way that a good father could be assumed to sound. "This isn't what you want, it never has been and it never will be. Confusion is difficult to work through, but if you just let me help you, I can show you that it can be worked through." He rolled up his sleeve, showing several white streaks across his skin. The other was shocked. "N-no, I'm not good for anything, I'm nothing there's nothing for me." He shook his head many times, holding it in his hands after a bit. "No." "Can I touch you?" The boy who was trying to help this poor soul had approached a few paces. His voice was now quieter, more soft, and still caring. The boy at the bridge took a moment to think, then nodded his approval. The savior gently took the boy's hands delicately in his own and gently pulled the boy back. Well, less of a pull and more of a gentle suggestion. It worked and the boy stumbled down off of the edge. The boy started to cry. How could he be so weak that a boy, the same age as him, who seemed to have the same ideas and hatred toward himself as he, could keep him from stepping off? The other simply gently led him to his vehicle and took out a water bottle out of the backseat. The boy took it and looked at it suspiciously. "It's untampered, look, it's still sealed." Upon seeing this, the boy opened it and took a few sips of water. "Thank you. For the water." The savior smiled. "It's nothing much." He shrugged. "Have a phone? If you want I can put my number in and then you'll always be able to tell someone if you're having a pissy day." Surprisingly enough, the boy agreed. . They would both be around twenty.

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