--

Note: Hello loves! It's certainly been a while, I'm sorry for the unexpected hiatus. Life just got in the way. But lately I've been struck with inspiration, so I have a lot of ideas that'll hopefully get written and posted soon. I'm a trying a new full length story that'll hopefully be finished. It won't be that long, though. I wouldn't count on more than a few chapters.

Lyrics in this prologue are from the Paramore song, My Heart.

Here's the prologue, enjoy!

--

I am finding out that maybe I was wrong,
That I've fallen down and I can't do this alone.

--

The pounding was deafening, angry, and insistent. The sound carried itself toward the sleeping figure in the bedroom, who stirred and groggily awoke. He made his way to the front door, disoriented and anxious, and threw it open. The person on the other side looked distraught as he repeatedly ran a hand through his hair, his eyes widening as soon as the door opened.

"What the hell, man?" Nate Black said to his bandmate, unable to muster up any other words. It must have been around four in the morning, and his friend looked as if he hadn't slept in days.

But Shane Gray only shook his head urgently, paying no attention to anything else as he stepped inside, his face a mere few inches from Nate's face. "Where is she, Nate. Do you know where she is." He looked so exhausted, so beside himself that he couldn't even form a question.

"That's what I was going to yell at you about in the morning," Nate retorted angrily. Once his surprise had evaporated, he had remembered that he probably owed Shane a punch in the face. "She's gone. And don't you dare even try and go looking for her."

"How can you tell me that?" Shane demanded, frustrated beyond belief. "I love her, and you know—"

"Don't even say that, god dammit. If you really loved her, you wouldn't have done what you did." Nate was so furious, he was shaking. "Don't even go near her anymore."

"Nate, you don't even understand—"

But the usually patient Nate was sick and tired of excusing Shane's problems. "No. If you had seen her—if you had seen the sorrow in her expression, or the bruises she now has, or the tears in her eyes—you wouldn't want yourself anywhere near her, either."

--

I am nothing now and it's been so long
Since I've heard the sound, the sound of my only hope.
This time I will be listening.