Misery Adam's POV

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It’s been a year since Ashley left, and we ALL have been miserable. We are really lucky that we did not split yet, our music is way too emotional. I kept on almost crying on the tour this year. If she didn't leave, she would of been able to stay with us at home.

“Dude, WHAT WAS THAT??” Barry yells at me.

“I'm sorry.. I had to let out my emotions..”

“ON TELEVISION?! SHE IS GONNA BE FREAKING OUT!!”

“I needed her to listen.. I haven't had a connection with her ever since that one the day after she left!”

“WELL MAYBE CALL HER!”

“WE HAVE HER PHONE!! SHE WOULDN'T ANSWER!!” I yell back finally.

“JUST FORGET ABOUT HER. IT'S BEEN A YEAR. SHE'S GONE.”

“SHE COULD COME BACK!”

“Dude, this was the last concert of the tour this year. We are going home. She isnt gonna come back this year either.” Brad turns around, he looks terrible, his hair messed up, his eyes bloodshot.

“How do you know?? We need hope!”

“She is probably dead, Adam. Get over her. She brought the razor.” Neil looked at me.

“BUT SHE PROMISED!!” I scream, a tear streams down my face.

I ran upstairs, and we all started to go down the highway.

“GOD DAMMIT ASHLEY!” I throw a razor at the wall.

I pick it back up, and it had blood all over it.

“Ugh..” I roll up my sleeve, and I see tons of scars.

I roll them back down and put my head in my hands and started crying.

This is usually what I did.

I NEED TO GET OVER HER. WHY CAN'T I?! IT'S BEEN A YEAR! I GOT OVER GIRLS IN LESS THAN 3 DAYS!

“Ash..” I lay in my bed.

I realized that usually singing helped me zone out, and stop being so stressed out.

I grabbed my guitar, and strummed a few notes.

“Don't know what's goin’ on..” I start sobbing again.

No. Not this song.

I look up, and my hands started playing a note, completely involuntarily.

I knew the song, and I closed my eyes and let my heart out on one song.

“This world will never be, what I expected, and if I don't belong, who would've guessed it. I will not leave alone, everything that I own, to make you feel like its not too late, it's never too late.”

“EVEN IF I SAAAAAAAAAY IT'LL BE ALRIGHT, STILL I HEAR YOU SAAAAAY YOU WANT TO END YOUR LIIIFE, AND NOW AGAIN WE TRYYYYY TO JUST STAY ALIVE, MAYBE WELL TURN IT ALL AROUND CUZ IT’S NOT TOO LATE, ITS NEVER TOO LATE..”

I force myself to stop, and I notice that everyone was surrounding me, amazed.

“Holy shit.. I havent heard you sing that song in forever..”

“And I haven't heard you sing this well ever since Ashley left..”

“Ugh..”

“What’s wrong?”

“I havent heard from her.. I NEED TO HEAR FROM HER.. I NEED TO SEE HER!”

“Hey dude, you dont have to be so rough on yourself..”

“BUT ITS ALL MY FAULT”

They all look at eachother.

“You say its not too late.. Its never too late.”

I look up, and I jump up and run towards the window.

I roll it down.

“EVEN IF I SAAAAAAY” I scream out the window.

“What the hell?!” They all burst downstairs.

“ITLL BE ALRIGHT”

“STILL I HEAR YOU SAAAAAY YOU WANT TO END YOUR LIFE”

“NOW AND AGAIN WE TRYYYY”

I stop, and nobody was there, listening to me.

“TO JUST STAY ALIVE”

“MAYBE WELL TURN IT ALL AROUND”

“CUZ ITS NOT TOO LATE”

I look around.

“ITS NEVER TOO LATE…”

Nothing.

“Nobody today..”

“What are you thinking…”

“Guys, leave it up to me. Ill find Ashley.. Someday.”

Someday.

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