H.O.P.E. ~ Brallon

Brendon: S.O.C.I.A.L. M.E.D.I.A.

*sorry it's so short. I was depressed. All of Dallon's feelings are what I was thinking at the time so I hope this doesn't suck*

I can feel Dallon moving around in bed. I reach out to touch him, but he climbs out of bed.

"Dal are you okay?" I ask. I can hear him sniffling. "Yeah I'm fine," Dallon answers.

I roll out of bed and walk towards the bathroom. I knock on the door.

"Are you sure you're fine?" I ask. "Y-Yes g-g-go b-back to bed," Dallon stutters as he cries.

"Why are you cry-" I ask. "GO AWAY!" He shouts, cutting me off.

I knock on the door again. Dallon opens the door "GO AWAY!" He yells again.

His face is covered with tears. I can feel my heart sink in my chest. I hate seeing him so upset.

"I'm just trying to help you," I say. "I DON'T NEED YOUR HELP," Dallon snaps then slams the door shut.

I hear my phone go off. I walk over to it and read the text.

Incoming text from PeteWeezy

PeteWeezy: hey why'd Daldo delete all of his social media accounts?

BdenUrine: he did what now?

PeteWeezy: he deleted all of his social media accounts. What's going on?

BdenUrine: I don't know he's been crying in the bathroom and won't let me talk to him. 😢

I turn around and walk back to the bathroom. "Dallon what ever is going on I can help you with," I say.

"No you can't! I don't even know what's happening. It's like, it's like I can't control my emotions. No matter what somebody says. It all sounds like hate," Dallon cries.

"Is that why you deleted all of your social media accounts?" I asked.

"When ever I go online there's always that one person who says I'm a girl, I'm a home wrecker, I should get kicked out of the band, or I'm a talentless whale that should kill himself," he cries.

"You know none of that is true Dally, right?" I ask, "Now open this goddamn door."

I can hear Dallon laughing/crying at my lame joke. "Come on baby please open up," I beg.

Dallon opens the door again. I run in and hug him. "So what happened?" I ask.

"I don't know I read a hate comment. Then every comment after that just turned into hate whether it was or
Wasn't. I don't know why I couldn't control myself.

I just had to delete it all to get it all away from me. I mean no one can hate if I don't exist," Dallon says. I hug him even tighter.

"Why is this happening? Why can't I control my emotions? Why does every little thing make me want to kill myself?" Dallon asked.

"I think you have depression. Trust me I know how you feel. I've been learning how to not let it take over my life. You've just gotta learn what sets you off and what to avoid.

Like maybe social media triggered it tonight. Maybe your dysphoria triggered it last night. You just need to stay away from those triggers.

Distraction works best for me. Do something that you know will make you happy," I say.

Dallon leans down and kisses me. When he pulls away he says, "That makes me happy."

I grin. "Me too," I say as I pull Dallon in for another kiss. "I love you Brendon," Dallon says.

"I love you too," I say, "now let's get some rest we have interviews all day tomorrow."

I grab my phone and quickly text Pete before going to bed.

BdenUrine: it's all good. He's just taking a break from social media for his own sanity.

I closed that then went onto Instagram.

735,072 likes 3,972 comments
Dallon is my life. If you insult him, you insult me. If he's depressed, I'm depressed. If he dies, I die. Don't let me die.

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Comments:

petewentz: oh
breezydouglas: 😢😢😥 how's Dallon?
zackcloudhall: I swear to god Brendon don't do anything stupid. I like my job and I don't want to lose it.
kennyharris: not my otp

I laughed when I saw Kenny's comment. After that I went to sleep.