Hey, this is my first ATL fic, and I'm apologizing in advance for what I'm gonna do with this story! You'll hate me for it .!
DISCLAIMER: I do not own All Time Low or any brand or band I mention in this story
Chapter 1- It Will Be For The Last Time And It's Not Right
Three days. Three days of despair, turmoil, three days of endless pain. Three days of questioning my own life, my purpose for carrying on. Three nights of fitful dreams and raging nightmares, driving me into insomnia. Three nights of thinking too much.
Make this stop
I forced my tired body out of my way-too-small bunk. Yet another restless night. I concluded, by the feel of my head, that last night was the peak of the pain. Denial had started to fade, the plain truth of reality was seeping through like ominous fog. I had to take the truth. He was gone, and nothing I could do would change that.
I peered at my schedule for the day that had been laid next to me. Busy day, filled with tryouts and practices, too soon for any of us. We already had to cancel the rest of the dates on our headliner, and we didn't want to disappoint anyone further. We had to be strong. We had to get a replacement. Our guitarist. My best friend. Jack.
YES I KILLED JACKDon't kill me. 3
-alltimeotaku
