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Post by Brodie Dhonchaindh on Apr 18, 2007 15:11:13 GMT -5
Lately. I’m Not Quite Myself. Maybe. I Do Need Some Help.
[/ul][/color] Just My Confusion. Trust My Delusion. [/size][/color]
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Post by Pete Wentz on Apr 18, 2007 15:32:34 GMT -5
Two pale figures Ache in silence Timeless [/b] Pete whispered to himself, as it to remind himself of why he'd come to the bus to begin with. Ignoring what was on the table he made his way into the bunk section, the curtains on three bunks were drawn. Pete presumed it was Andy, Joe and Patrick, and he started feeling around in his bunk for the pills which he had left there earlier on the pillows. He began to frantically pull away the covers and pillows when he couldn't find them, and he looked around again. His heart beating fast - Brodie was seemingly gone, and so was his pills. Pete puhed aside the curtains of one of the bunks slowly, recognizing Joe almost instantly in the dark. Moving along he did the same to the next bunk, seeing Patrick and then moving across to the other - Andy. "Oh no," Pete said, hurrying out to where the table was, thinking that perhaps the papers on the table were a note of some sort. Switching the light on Pete made his way over, picking up the papers. They were all lyrics, lyrics about alcohol, drugs, violence... Dropping them back onto the table Pete collapsed onto the couch, in a state of shock - what if Brodie had taken his pills to... Pete didn't even want to imagin it, and he was trying to work out where she could have gone. The Graveyard was far too obvious - she didn't want to be found. Pete found himself running through his head, thinking about the nostalgic conversation that he had had with Brodie earlier. She wanted to go somewhere, somewhere that in all her nineteen years of life she'd never been, despite living here in New York. Her foster parents had promised to take her there day after day but never did... what was it? Pete cursed himself for not remembering, knowing this must be vitally important. Instead, he scooped up the keys to the rental car that they had so the band could get around New York. He had to look for her, even if he didn't know where she was. Was he jumping to conclusions about the missing pills and Brodie's disappearance? She might have gone for a walk? But Pete knew what she was capable of - she would have done it the other day if Pete hadn't talked her out of it, clearly telling her that he too had pills for his depression. It was too much of a coincidence, and he quickly made his way to the door again, opening it up and leaving as quickly as he could without making too much noise. he made his way across the field, walking past tour buses as he headed for the parking lot when he saw someone ahead. "Brodie?" Pete asked, walking faster, but he saw that it wasn't her at all, but someone else that he recognized.[/size][/color][/blockquote][/ul] In the quiet ground Side by side In age and sadness
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Post by William Beckett on Apr 18, 2007 17:41:48 GMT -5
William stared at the ceiling. Counting the tiles, maybe? Nah, he did that two hours ago, and now he knew there were quite a bit - he couldn't remember the exact number. He heard Sisky's loud snoring in the bunks, drowing out the rest of them. William sighed, tapping his long, slim fingers on a bare leg. Right now the only thing he was wearing was an old, ripped band t-shirt and boxers (well obviously). He didn't want to turn the television on because he knew how tired the rest of the guys were, but he was bored out of his mind, and if he didn't find some amusement soon then he would probably go beserk. William glanced at the Sidekick on the table, but he had already amused himself as much as he could on it. He didn't want to text anyone; who the fuck would be up at five A.M.? Well, probably Pete, but William didn't want to take any chances. "I am so bored," he said outloud. And he was tired, too. But this happened to be one of those nights that even though you were dead-tired, you just couldn't fall asleep. William hated these nights. He'd fallen asleep earlier, on the couch he was laying on, but Mike had seemed intent on playing Guitar Hero, so William was going on maybe an hours sleep? Yeah - total suckage, no? He rubbed his eyes, sitting up and glancing into a mirror that Christine had hung up before she left, after their anniversery. He looked like shit, to be honest. His hair was sticking up in every direction imaginable, and he was getting those fun little dark circles under his eyes. It didn't blend well with his pale skin, really. He blinked and got up, yawning and stumbling for a bit; he had gotten up a bit too fast. He blinked a few more times and steadied himself, going back towards the bunk and grabbing some jeans off the bunk he was supposed to be sleeping in and slipped them on. He grabbed a random shirt and took off the one he was wearing now, putting the other one on and picking up a random hoodie off the floor, smelling it and dropping it again, wrinkling his nose. Obviously The Butcher's, he thought. He turned on a small light and saw other hoodie - the one he had worn today - and pulled it on, glad it didn't smell, and wasn't stained. A first for William, yay!
William turned off the light before retreating outside, closing the tourbus door quietly and walking out, staring at all the different tourbuses. Being at Tombstone was great, but he was really missing Chicago, naturally. This wasn't the first time he was away from his home, no, but he always missed it when on tour or something. He finally remembered his hair was a mess and grimaced; he didn't like it being too messy. Yeah, call him a girl or whatever. He didn't mind if it got a little messy; it usually did during the course of the day anyway. He walked back into the tourbus and grabbed a brush, pulling it through his tangled hair and grimaced again as the brush pulled through the tangles. Finally, he looked as presentable as he could at five A.M., though he doubted any isominac reporters were going to jump out and take his picture, but you never know. He stumbled out again; he hadn't really bothered to switch a light on when he went in again, basically because he had just the slightest bit of light to see by because of the cracked bathroom door. Once outside he started walking around. Walking towards... nothing. He yawned again, realizing today was going to be a very, very hard day. They didn't have any shows, but William was likely to fall asleep early in the afternoon and stay up all night again. But oh well, some things couldn't be helped, I suppose.
William turned when he heard a voice, recognizing it as Pete's. He looked distressed - and he had called William Brodie, and William had no idea who Brodie was. He looked at Pete in confusion, walking towards him to complete the distance between them. "Pete? What's going on?" he asked. It probably wasn't 'Oh my god I locked myself out of my tourbus and know I need to bum off of you' kind of distressed. No, William sensed something was horribly, horribly wrong. But, the problem was; he had no idea what the fuck it was.
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Post by Brodie Dhonchaindh on Apr 18, 2007 17:56:49 GMT -5
Don't you Regret You Met Me. Go Though These Steps To Get Me. Back To Where We Started. 'Fore I Fall Apart Again.
[/b] She told herself, as if vocalizing it would in someway help. She curled up in the grass, her head resting on her hoodie as her hands found their way in to her hair in a fist, as she mumbled to her self. She couldn't take it. She just couldn't do it. She needed it. It felt like she was going to die. but she was torn, between trying to make her life better and get self out this hole, and giving in to what her body needed. "Stop, just stop..."[/blockquote][/ul][/color] If I Could Black Out. Everything Would Become So Much Clearer. Now I Stand. Face To Face. With Everything I Fear [/center] [/size]
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Post by Pete Wentz on Apr 18, 2007 18:49:19 GMT -5
Walk across the garden In the footsteps of my shadow See the lights out [/b] Pete said, and he roughly grabbed William's arm and started to literally drag him toward the parking lot. "Name me a monument in New York, Beckett, anywhere... a landmark... a place where lots of people go," Pete said as he headed toward the silver rental car. He let go of William's arm and unlocked the car quickly, flinging the door open. Pete's heart was racing... she wouldn't really do this, would she? She wouldn't have taken his pills when she knew full well that he needed them, would she? Pete wasn't even sure what Brodie would do anymore. The lines between fantasy and reality were blurred with her, the kid away in Neverland... the kid who didn't seem to want to grow up... the kid that- Pete stopped suddenly, pausing as he opened the driver's door. Why did he care about Brodie so much? He'd known her for like two days and yet here he was, going half crazy because he thought she was trying to do herself in. Pete kind of knew why, but he didn't want to admit it to himself. That he saw in Brodie what he had seen in himself. The addiction to something synthetic, the idea that she wanted to die... Everything was like Pete. He shut his eyes briefly, and then opened them, looking directly at William. "Get in the fucking car, Beckett," Pete said in a controlled, but very anxious voice. He sat down in the driver's seat and put the keys in the ignition, still waiting for the reply about the important places in New York. Brodie could literally be anywhere but Pete had a certain feeling that she would be where ever this place was that she had been talking about. Pete knew only that it was a very big attraction in New York, and yet he still didn't know. "Think!" Pete instructed himself. William probably thought that Pete was a bit loopy right now, but Pete knew what was going on inside his head. He knew what he was talking about right now.[/size][/color][/blockquote][/ul] No one's home In amongst the statues Stare at nothing in
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Post by William Beckett on Apr 18, 2007 19:13:02 GMT -5
William stood there, raising his eyebrows as Pete got closer. Shit, what the hell was wrong? He imagined a dozen things running through his mind; hardly anything would have a person frantically running around at five A.M. in the morning. William stared at Pete, hearing the name 'Brodie' again. Whoever it was, she had Pete's pills, and Pete was scared shitless. William had no idea what to say, and he felt Pete roughly dragging him along by the arm, barking out demands about monuments in New York City. His knowledge about them? Zilch. William and the rest of the band had gone on tours of New York, but the monuments names didn't stick; they mostly goofed around and took tons of pictures. "Uh," he stuttered, finding it hard to keep his balance with Pete dragging him towards Fall Out Boy's rental car. "Statue of Liberty," he said, relieved when Pete released his arm. He stood there, dumbfounded by Pete's rough and direct actions, but forced himself to think of some more. "9/11 memorial," he mused. "Federal Hall," he said, getting quieter with each thing he said, lost in his own train of thought. Of course, it would be obvious to think the Statue of Liberty, and it wasn't hard to find, but William had no idea where the other two were, plus he didn't know of any more monuments. Shoot him in the face for not paying attention, ya? William jumped when he heard Pete's controlled, but anxious, demand, and quickly jogged to the passanger's side, slamming the door shut, not bothering with the seat belt. He hated seat belts more then anything, and it cost him many tickets when he got pulled over for not wearing one. Of course, he was usually pulled over for speeding first. He looked over at Pete, who was telling himself to think. Whatever was bothering him was something major, and all he knew was that some girl named Brodie had Pete's pills. Which was bad, of course, but where they supposed to search the whole damn city of New York City?
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Post by Pete Wentz on Apr 18, 2007 19:28:37 GMT -5
Close my eyes And hold so tightly Scared of what the morning brings [/b] Pete said. He had been there yesterday, and that was exactly what had triggered the talk with Brodie. He continued driving, hitting at least fifty as he drove down the small, deserted road. The park wasn't far away, but the small road next to the field wasn't really used to the high speeds Pete was going at. He didn't stop though, and he looked over at William. He looked confused, and Pete decided he might as well use this time now to explain what exactly was going on right now. "Brodie's this girl... she's my friend, she had pills yesterday and I had to talk her out of taking them, her band kicked her out so I let her stay in our tour bus... which was a fucking mistake because now she's got my pills and probably about to do herself in," Pete said, hitting the brakes now as he saw the turning ahead. He slammed his foot down on it and yet the car continued on. "William!" Pete snapped, hitting the brakes. "The brakes... they're not fucking working," Pete muttered. He continued to slam his foot down on it, as if the harder he hit it the more chance they had of actually stopping the car, but it was all useless. The car wasn't slowing down, and Pete had now hit about sixty. "Fuck!" Pete cried. He looked over at William, and then back at the road. Luckily it was a clear road, no other cars were coming and it seemed to be free of trees... The car crashed through the fence at the side of the road, hurtling through the bushes. Pete's final thought was that he had practically doomed William and himself as the headlights of the car shone on an oncoming tree and he took a deep breath before... The car hit the tree at an alarming speed, Pete went flying forward into the dashboard, hitting steering wheel. His head hurt, but he was surprised to find that he hadn't been knocked unconscious. His vision was blurry though, and he leaned backwards in the seat, the metallic taste of blood in his mouth as he glanced over...[/size][/color][/blockquote][/ul] Waiting for tomorrow Never comes Deep inside
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Post by William Beckett on Apr 18, 2007 19:56:04 GMT -5
William realized that Pete was ignoring him, though he did have the feeling that he was all along, though William didn't really mind. Still, he got a feeling of uneasiness because of Pete's actions right now, and he didn't want to talk, deciding not to disturb his train of thought. He looked out of the passanger window, staring at the lit parking lot, seeing other rental cars but no sign of life. "Central Park? What's in Central Park?" he asked, confusion on his face. He had no idea what was going on, well he had some clue, but Pete was still leaving him out in the cold. And he was really tired of that, to be honest. He bit his lip when Pete practically tore away from the parking lot, hitting fifty quickly. He stayed silent as Pete explained who Brodie was, not exactly sure of what to say, if there was anything logical to say at all. He didn't want to fight with Pete about it; suggesting that maybe Brodie didn't have his pills was a slightly irrational thought, since just the day before she had been wanting to kill herself. Though he couldn't get the nagging feeling out of his mind that maybe Brodie really didn't have his pills...
William sat back a little, watching the road as everything sped by quickly. The road right now was not suitable for driving on, but William didn't say anything about that either. In fact, the car ride had been oddly silent, but awkwardly so. Well, awkward for William. Tension hung in the air. Soon enough, very terrible news dawned upon him, mostly by Pete screaming it at him."Fuck, Pete!" he exclaimed, looking at Pete, then at the road ahead. The car was widly thrashing through brush and tree branches, and his eyes widened when he saw what was ahead. "Shit," he said, muttering it slowly, the volume of his voice a whisper. It happened so fast. One minute he was there, staring dully at the tree infront of them, not even thinking to try buckling his seatbelt (though that would've been pretty darn stupid, he wouldn't have had time anyway), and the next he was thrown against the dashboard, his head banging violently against it. His eyes fluttered, but he shut them, not having the effort to keep them open. He fought to stay awake, feeling the searing pain in his arm and head, feeling the metallic taste of blood in his mouth. A taste he very much disliked, especially now. His chest felt funny too, like someone had taken his collarbone and snapped it in half. He probably had wiplash too, but the thing concerning him the most was his head. He attempted to raise his arm, but it fell limply, and slowly, his world became blacker, throwing him into a sea of complete darkness. Soon enough, he couldn't feel the pain, couldn't hear the sounds around him. All he saw was blackness, and he didn't particularly hear anything.
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Post by Brodie Dhonchaindh on Apr 18, 2007 20:09:40 GMT -5
Watch So Closely. But Still I Don't See. As Bad As It Seems. [/color] [/b] She muttered over and over like a mantra. If she kept saying it she would believe it, she had to keep herself awake, keep herself going until it got light. That’s when demons went to sleep. They only came out to play at night, it was a fact you were taught from the earliest age. Night time was dangerous, bad and scary. It was the time when evils crawled out the wood work, when the good hid – even the bravest wouldn’t venture out on the darkest of nights. But that’s what it felt like. It felt like this was the darkest night she had ever seen. Brodie was starting to seriously think she was dieing. Rolling over she looked up at the sky, she could see the stars but they weren’t in focus, they were swimming all over the place, in and out again and again. She let out a cry as a wave hit her again, Jesus she didn’t understand why this felt like this. Brodie had never seen herself as addicted, just liked a good time but she knew now. She could see it. She was just a junkie, they were all right. She was addicted to it. Sudden flashes from the past mixed with what the future cold be she covered her ears and cried. This was too much, far too much and she couldn’t see a way out. It was all just pitch dark; there was no light at the end of this tunnel. She could hear another car in the distance, she focused her mind on that, listening to the engine, waiting on the change in sound as it hit the bend in the road…but it never came. Lying there she took deep breaths, focusing on that noise, trying to concentrate on it to take her mind of the searing heat that swam though her veins, the unbearable wave of nausea that hit her – that god she didn’t have anything to throw up. Food hadn’t exactly been most appealing since she hit the withdrawal. Keep listing to that car, keep listing and wait for the next one, she was counting them to keep herself sane, that was until she heard that unmistakable sound of crumpling metal. She say bolt upright, look just slightly down the road. ”oh god no.” She gasped snatching her hoodie and throwing it back on her shoulders as she got up and looked down at the car. “Oh God Oh God.” She muttered as she forced herself to go over, to keep moving. She pushed herself as she slid down the embankment and broke in to a half run, half stumble over to the car. She never expected it to be who it was. Jesus Christ she felt her heart literally skip a beat. ”Oh my god! Pete!” She yelled frantically as she reached in to the car. He wasn’t wearing his seatbelt, she felt a flutter in her heart as she looked at him. ”Pete! Pete!” There was fear in her voice as it trembled. Oh Jesus, this was the icing on the great big fucking disastrously food poisoned cake of a day. ”Pete! Wake up! Wake up!” She had to blink back tears, Christ she just ended up grabbing him and trying to pull him out the car. ”Get up or I’ll sing!” She yelled at him loudly and childishly though the fear was probably more prominent. Why the hell was he hear in the first place. [/blockquote][/ul][/color] A Piece Of Mind I Steal. In Ordinary Life. The Consequence Is Real. I’m Past The Point Of Reality.
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Post by Pete Wentz on Apr 18, 2007 20:23:14 GMT -5
see the storm is broken in the middle of the night nothing left here for me [/b] Pete began, but his lips couldn't seem to form the words. Allowing his hand to drop now Pete shut his eyes, allowing the tiredness and pain to overcome him as he started drifting to sleep. He just didn't want to feel any more pain now, no more pain... no more guilt... He wasn't sure how long he was asleep for, if he ever had been, but he felt himself being pulled from the car, blood on his hands as he collapsed onto the grass. He was on his hands and knees, his vision flecked with blood now. Coughing as he swallowed the salty, metalic tasting liquid he looked up, seeing the blurry vision of Brodie. He wasn't even aware of his surroundings, he could hardly remember what had been happening now. He let his eyes close once again, letting himself get absorbed into that lullaby feeling of sleepiness... Only his eyes shot open again when he could feel light streaming through his closed eyes. Pete glanced up not sure where exactly the light was coming from - it wasn't day already, was it? He felt so dispondent to the world, his eyes focusing on the car again... and the flames licking at the windscreen and the hood. Pete let his eyes close again, wishing he was away in another world when he remembered something, or, more precisely, someone... William. "Brodie," Pete said weakly, drawing his body up and attempting to stand up now, there was more blood now - where was it all coming from? He grabbed onto Brodie, standing up and looking at her face. "William..." Pete said, looking around at the car as the flames continued to dart around, spreading quickly. "William!" Pete said, pushing Brodie back from him and heading back toward the car, staggering across the grass in a feeble attempt to go back to get William from the car.[/size][/color][/blockquote][/ul] it's washed away the rain pushes the buildings aside
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Post by Brodie Dhonchaindh on Apr 18, 2007 20:40:34 GMT -5
This Isn't Me. This Isn't You. But It's Everything We Do. Till You Open You're Eyes. And Understand I'm Not Real. [/color] [/b] She yelled at him, like some child, almost begging him to stop. "I'll get him, Pete your hurt stop it! Stop it!" She yelled and begged as she pulled him back until it hurt, she let him go, breaking in to a run and closing the short distance between her and the car that was on fire. She had no idea what the hell to do. She paused for a fraction of a second and threw caution to the wind. She had to help him, hand to help who ever this guy was because he was friends with Pete so he must be alright then, he couldn't be one of the fakers or the people who screwed her over. She climbed in though the broken window, ignoring the heat from the flames. All that was left was pure adrenalin now. It was flooding her body, keeping her going and keeping her body functioning. She looked around the inside of the car, leaning across William trying to get the other door open, there was no way she was going to get him out the way she had just come in. She would just have to settle for pushing him out the car. That would be if she could get the door open. "Shit!" She cried, this time hitting it with more force. It didn't matter if she was caught in a burning car that she knew could go up in flames at any moment. All she cared about was getting William out of it. [/blockquote][/ul][/color] This Isn't Me. This Isn't You. This Is Everything But True. Till We Come To Realize. It's What We Put Eachother Through. [/size][/b]
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Post by Pete Wentz on Apr 18, 2007 20:52:48 GMT -5
the sky turns black the sky wash it far [/b] Pete cried, struggling with Brodie. When she let him go he followed her, hurrying as quickly as he could to the burning car. He went to open the back door, finding it locked he smashed the car window, something Pete had done before but never in this situation. He unlocked the door from the inside, ignoring the pain now. Like Brodie the adrenaline was running through his body, all injuries were forgotten right now. It was almost as if something completely unhuman came over him as he opened the door, scrambling inside and sitting on the back seats. "William!" Pete shouted, reaching forward. "Wake. Up." Pete muttered to himself, looking at Brodie as she attempted to open the door. "Get down!" Pete cried, pushing her head down into the seat forcefully as the shards of shattered glass flew at them from the windscreen, which had now smashed. Pete grabbed William, pulling him toward the backseats, desperate to get him out of the car. All the time Pete was apologizing under his breath, the pain was almost unbearable and yet he couldn't just let William stay in the car. "Shit, please, please, come on!" Pete begged, pulling William's body toward him. "William, please!" Pete said, he now has his arms wrapped entirely around William's chest in an attempt to pull him from the car. It was a ticking timebomb, and unfortunately there was absolutely no telling when that timebomb would go off. It was far too earlier in the morning for anyone to be around or hear anything. They'd be no fire engines or police for a while. The blood matted in his hair felt sticky and wretched, but Pete continued to pull William into the back of the car. "Brodie, come here and help," Pete said, gasping for breath as he managed to get William's body into the back of the car. He felt like sleeping again now, shutting his eyes and just letting the sleep take over him, sitting back with William's unconscious body against his own, Pete desperately clinging to him he sat back in the seats, closing his eyes although his mind told his body to keep going. It was hard though, almost impossible, the last bit of energy he'd had was gone. He glanced at William, not able to see the full extent of his injuries yet, not sure whether he'd been burnt on not. Pete knew nw that if he hadn't gotten William into the back the fire would have been burning right infront of his face now. "Brodie..." Pete said quietly, losing consciousness again. [/size][/color][/blockquote][/ul] push it out to sea there's nothing left here for me
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Post by Brodie Dhonchaindh on Apr 18, 2007 21:08:56 GMT -5
It's Like A Bad Dream. Thats Becoming All Too True.
[/b] As she literally kicked the poor boy out not really giving a fucking toss if he was already hurt, they would be in for a whole different world of pain if they staid there much longer. She managed to get William out the car and still frantically she tried to move him as far from it as she possibly could. She gave up after ten or so meters, thats all she could move it, it was all she could do. Her body was screaming at her to stop to pass out but she knew she couldn't she had to make sure they were both ok. "Pete! Get away from the fucking car!" She yelled at him, after a moment she got that horrible for boding feeling, that wash of fear and her gut screaming at her. She knew the car was about to go. William was safe where he was but Pete. Brodie managed to get him in time, trying to pull him down on to the ground as low as possible and for once she thanked God for all those games of British Bulldogs in the hallway! She dragged him down and threw caution to the wind pinning him to the grass and for once she was protecting something. The sound alone nearly made her pass out, she felt the world spinning everything blurring and everything was getting confused but she had to keep going she had to make them ok. Pete after all had saved her life, she was in his debt forever, but she wasn't doing this to make up for it. She was doing this just because she fucking wanted them both alive and for once it felt like she had done a good thing, maybe Brodie had just done her first ever selfless act. "Pete...Pete wake up!"Oh god no. Please god let him be alright. He has to be.[/blockquote][/ul][/color] Leaving Me With Nothing Else to Do. Now So Helpless. But Not So Selfish. [/center][/color][/size]
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Post by William Beckett on Apr 18, 2007 21:26:05 GMT -5
William wasn't conscious, obviously. But he felt like someone was calling his name, somewhere in the back of his mind, he heard his name being called, though in his mind it didn't register as urgent or anything, just normal, as if someone was saying it to get his attention. The blackness was fading, slightly, though he didn't know why. He was beginning to feel pain, thouhg it only hurt as much as a skinned knee would. Plus, he felt heat, extreme heat, and he wondered what the hell was going on. He made out a female's voice... Brandie? No, that wasn't it... Brandie.. Brenda.. fuck, what was her name? It started with a B, he knew that much, and he knew Pete was trying to find her. He mentally shook his head, trying to clear his foggy head from the thoughts he was having, focusing instead on going back to the blackness again. He didn't want to feel the pain, all he wanted was for it to stop.
William felt someone wrap their arms around him, drifting between light and darkness. He felt himself being tugged, dragged away from the position he was in, someone clinging to him weakly. He had no idea who it was, he couldn't make out anything right now, just feelings, though hardly. More voices... felt someone tugging him along, trying to move him... to where? He didn't know, but he couldn't speak, it felt as if his tongue was swelled and just useless in his mouth. Also his eyes felt like lead and he couldn't open them. He felt grass, so he was on the ground? Oh unsanitary.
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Post by Pete Wentz on Apr 18, 2007 21:44:05 GMT -5
i watch it lift up to the sky i watch it crush me and then i die [/b] Pete said, seeing the boy's chest raise every so slowly. He was alive at the very least, Pete collapsed down beside him, shutting his eyes tightly and letting the same fleeting feeling of being free take over him again as he fell back into unconsciousness. William was alive, that was all he wanted to know, they were all alive... Pete wanted to just leave right now, leave the sight, full of blood and fire and everything that could possibly be associated with being bad. His eyes felt heavy and he let himself drift away beside William, the pair of them now unconscious again. Pete was trying to fight with himself now, he wanted to thank Brodie for saving them but... Pete gave in, letting the feeling come over him again, he didn't see the point of fighting it any longer. If he slept then the pain went away, all the pain, everything went away. There was no worries, no concerns and no guilt. Pete was free, totally free inside his mind right now. For a second he was envisioning himself sitting in a room alone, and he couldn't work out whether it was a dream or whether it was real. He could hear voices but none of them applied to anyone he knew, although he felt like he should recognize them. He got up from the corner of the room, a bright light in the corner. The voices were telling him to come closer and to let it all go, but dream Pete shook his head and sat down defiantly on the ground. He wasn't leaving, he wasn't moving. And strangely, where as before he'd been sitting alone, he was now in the center of a big group of people. They were all talking to themselves, although everything seemed unaudiably but he could hear it. There was no rage inside of dream Pete, he felt totally emotionless toward the people around him, those he couldn't understand. He felt people gripping his hand, but that was aburd because none of them were touching him. He pulled his hand from their grasp, telling them all that they should leave because 'he' was coming. He couldn't hear his voice though, but almost instantly everyone was gone. Looking around dream Pete found himself alone in the dark room again, and he sat down, and then almost as soon as he'd sat down he looked up, looking into the face of someone peering down at him... someone holding him down. Dream Pete cried out, desperate to be let go, and he glanced at the person holding him down, surprised to see himself holding him down. Almost as instantly as the figure had appeared, he disappeared, and the voices returned, telling him to come toward them. Pete was still trying to work out whether it was all a dream or not... [/size][/color][/blockquote][/ul] speak to me baby in the middle of the night
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