Stay Alive For Me.
After Partick left, Dallon went into Melanie's room where Brendon was laying down.
"Hi." Brendon mumbled quietly. Dallon laid down beside him. "Hi." "What's your story..?"
Dallon thought for a moment. "I don't have a story." Brendon chuckled.
"Everyone has a story Dal. Most of us in the group is alcohol and drug abuse, anxiety, depression. And most of us has a family story."
"My parents wasn't comfertable with me bein gay and when I found out about this colleges music program I moved here. They ignored me for a month but they came around."
"I know you have more of a story Dallon. Your smile is to bright not to have a story."
"Well.. I-uh..." "You don't have to tell me if you don't want to..."
"No no that's not-... My "dad" isn't actually my dad. When I was 6, my dad tried to kill me and my mom. She found her current husband a month after. I'm still not very comfort with him. She thinks that I believe he's my real dad. She think I forgot."
Brendon rolled over to face Dallon. "But that's not something you can forget." "Yeah..."
Brendon put his head on Dallon's chest. "I'm sorry you had to deal with me... I hate it when people have to take care of me when I get like that. It's like I try not to but something won't let me."
Dallon nods "Like a drug that takes over. It's not you doing the actions, it's the drug."
Brendon looked up at Dallon with his big brown eyes. "Exactly. Ironically though it's so strong that not even drugs can help."
Dallon gently rubs his thumb across Brendon's cheek and kissed him.
When they pulled away their foreheads rested together.
"Brendon, don't ever listen to anyone that tells you that you're not worth it. Okay? I definitely can't live without you..."
"Okay. I promise." After a few seconds, Dallon notices that Brendon fell asleep.
Dallon whispered into the empty room. "Stay alive for me..."