"Are you awake?" Alex asked me. I turned over to look at him as he sat on the edge of my bed.
"I'm sorry." He said. I pressed my lips into a thin line and nodded.
"I really am, I was being a huge ass and put my wants before your needs. I should've been there when you woke up to the hospital, and I should've checked to see if you had any allergies." He rambled. I just looked at him for a few minutes.
"You're not going to say anything?" He asked.
"What am I supposed to say? I mean, it happened. There's nothing to say about it." I said.
"So do you forgive me?" He asked. I shrugged.
"What do you mean you don't know?" He asked .
"Well, I could've died and you rolled your eyes, you weren't there when I woke up, and you didn't seem to care about me until well, right now. I'm still a little upset, but I'll feel better in a little while, just give it some time." I said. He sighed and walked away. Alrighty then.
I closed the curtain to my bed and watched movies until it was time for the show. Alex went out on the stage and I went outside to the busses. I saw someone laying on the ground. And ran over to them. It was a girl, she looked a few years older than me, 16 maybe, and her wrists were bleeding. Her cuts looked a lot deeper than mine and blood was flowing out of her fresh cuts.
I picked her up, and started running. She was really light and I knew there wasn't anything that could help her in the bus. I got to the door and I showed security my pass and he and let me in. He went to get medical help. I brought her to ATL's dressing room and laid her down on the couch. A few seconds later the security guard said all the nurses and everyone went to go get food. He went back to the doors and I grabbed something that would help stop the bleeding. It ended up being Alex's shirt. He's gonna be so mad.
I tied it around her wrist as I went to go look for stuff. I found cotton balls, a bottle of sealed water, and I had Alex's t-shirt. I went into PTV's room and saw Vic in there. I ran and stole Mike's bottle of Jack Daniels but Vic stopped me. (A/N: I don't know if Mike actually drinks Jack Daniels but just go with it.)
"What are you doing with that?" He asked sounding concerned.
I just ran back to our dressing room and locked the door. I took the shirt off of her and poured the whiskey on her arm. After letting it clean out for a few minutes I dumped the water on them. I put the cotton balls on her cuts before the t-shirt just in case it rubs against her arm because I can tell you right now, it hurts like hell. I got one of my hoodies and a pair of warm pajama pantsa and put them on her becausethe A/C kicked on and the room gets really cold.
I went to PTV's room to return the Jack Daniels.
"How much did you drink?!" Vic yelled.
"I didn't drink any."
"Then why is half the bottle missing?!" I led him to our room and told him what happened.
"Where am I? What happened to my clothes?" The girl asked.
"You're in All Time Low's dressing room. I found you in the parking lot by our bus and you were covered in blood so I brought you here and cleaned you up. I just washed you clothes." I said.
"Oh my god, you're Blake Mawsakarth!" She yelled.
"What's your name?" I asked.
"Kayla."
"How old are you Kayla?"
"Fifteen." Vic came out of hiding, along with the rest of the bands.
"Is that...?" She asked. I nodded.
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Adopted By All Time Low
Fanfiction(This contains triggering and mature content, and I do my best to put trigger warnings up.) Twelve year old Blake Mason was put in an orphanage after her mom died. She didn't think she'd ever be adopted, but things changed when four of her favorite...