Prologue -
Screaming- no. Chanting.
Fuck my life.
"5 minutes people!"
Fuck, fuck, fuck. What if I just ran out the backdoor right now? Would anyone notice I had left? How much time until he noticed I left him behind? Would he miss me? Would he think about me? Would I be free? Would they find me?
"2 minutes!"
Two minutes?? Fuck. Maybe I should just go and leave. He'll understand. He knows how I feel about him. He knows I'm doing it for a good reason.
I start walking- no. I start sprinting backstage. I can still hear the chants as if they were screaming directly into my ears. I just want this to be over. I see the exit sign in bright red letters as if it was my only warning. A little ironic considering the last thing I want to be doing is running towards anything red.
I learned that a little later than I should have.
"And remember it is always better to dance away the pain-"
Fuck he's gonna be looking for me right now, they all are. Oh god I'm so sorry my sweet boy.
"Please welcome-"
I feel my hand reaching up to the doorknob. This is it, my chance at freedom. I start to push the door open when suddenly, I feel two hands snake around me. One at my hip and the other pulling the door shut. I feel a puff of air against my right ear. Cigarettes and Cherries.
What a fool I once was for finding comfort in those two things.
"Devils N Daffodils!"
"My, my, my, what do we have here?"
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Devils N Daffodils ✞ | H.S
FanfictionBand on the run. No. Rival bands on the run. No. How about two people with secrets, trust issues, and a bit of a smoking addiction?
