Hey guys! So, this idea popped into my head while I was out for a run afterward. Needless to say, right after I finished my run, this happened. I sent it to my boyfriend, who doesn't even care for BTR, and he loved it. So I'm posting it. Enjoy!
He runs.
Feet pounding on the hard concrete, mind racing, he nears his destination. He can't focus on anything, except the one burning thought in his mind. He has to do this. It's finally gone too far, and he can't take it anymore. Everything's spiraled out of control, and this is his only option.
His vision is blurred with threatening tears, but he won't dare let them fall. It's cold out- 45 degrees almost. All he wears is a pair of jeans and a long sleeved t-shirt- to hide his wrists from the public. He didn't think of wearing a jacket, or even a sweater. The icy wind blows his hair in wild directions- normally he'd be concerned about what it looked like, but he doesn't care anymore.
His ears hurt- being out in cold weather with no protection is bound to result in an earache. He stumbles and falls to the concrete, emitting a grunt and a curse word. They're catching up. Gingerly, he rises to his feet again, ignoring the stabbing pain in his left knee. He continues running, as the thudding of more footsteps hit his eardrums. His arms pump, and he's breathing heavily. His chest hurts, and so do his legs. But he can't stop. He's come this far, it's time to finish the job.
After what seems like an eternity, he reaches his destination.
Palm Woods roof.
He stops, hunching over with his hands on his knees, waiting for his breath to return. Snot drips from his nose, mixing with the tears that have finally managed to break the once impenetrable barrier.
The footsteps become louder, as his pursuers finally catch up. He ignores the screams of his name, and straightens, looking straight at the edge of the roof. He walks forward, until he's finally standing on the ledge. One step away from peace. At last.
"JAMES!"
The three voices of his best friends are heard as one, but he ignores that, too.
"Jay, what's wrong? What's hurting you so bad? What happened?"
That's Kendall's voice, raw with pain and tears. It's all fake. If Kendall really felt that way, they wouldn't be in this situation right now. Kendall would've helped him, so it didn't have to come to this.
He whips around to face the three guys he thought were his best friends. Kendall, a mix of anger and pain etched across his face. Carlos, who's displaying misery. And Logan, who has guilt and sadness in his eyes. It's all an act. They don't really care. They never have. If they cared, they wouldn't be his only reason for this. If they cared, they wouldn't have kicked him when he was already down. If they cared, they would've helped him.
He laughs bitterly, no humor in the sound. "You. You three happened. What I'm about to do, is your fault."
In one motion, he drops a piece of paper to the ground, and places his feet on the ledge, staring at the ground below. Protests fill his ears, all three of them begging and pleading for him to stay with them. Why in the name of god would he do that? They're the ones who brought him to this. They brought on this onslaught of pain, and there's nothing they can to do fix it.
With a withering last look at his three former friends, and no second thoughts, he lets himself fall off the ledge.
What'd you guys think? Should I continue, or would you like me to leave it as a one-shot? I've got a plotline set, and I've already started working it out, in se you guys do want me to continue. Review!
XO ~Neha