Disclaimer #1: This might be the worst chapter of the fanfiction, so don't have super high hopes for it.

Disclaimer #2: I do not own I'm in the Band, if I did then this show would have another season.

To me, reality and the past blended together because of the emotional agony I was feeling. This felt twice as worse as it did in the past, and my brain made sure of that by making the trauma feel more real than it did over ten years ago. I don't even recognize if I am living in the past or the present during this.

I screamed into anything I could find until it seemed like I screamed my vocal cords right out of my body.

I broke every damn thing in sight, I could pay back for it later when I calmed down from my breakdown.

I cried, cried until there it felt like there was no water in my eyes.

And worst of all, whenever I tried to forget him or slowly take him out of my life, I just felt a billion times worse.

My consciousness decided to give me the best torture ever by replaying ever moment between me; this wasn't until I realized this was reality and it hurt me hard before I was in even more agony.

Our first meeting, our talk afterwards, all of the times we were at that same diner where we had our first date, every recording session, every concert, every tour, all our little moments and inside jokes that made us feel like a real couple; it was a lie the entire time.

It was just one big fucking lie to destroy me and Iron Weasel.

I remember, once upon a time, that I promised I would never be heart broken by anyone.

I promised I would never give anyone my all and everything.

I promised I would never be broken by someone twice.

And then Bleed.

Fucking Bleed.

I hate him more than I thought would ever be possible, more than Metal Wolf.

I am pulled away from my messed up mind when the Band Van door opens, and I don't need to look up to know that it it Burger and Ash.

When the door shuts, I hear that the two have moved to the two front seats.

"You can continue, we're here for you." one of the two says and my mind is so fogged up I can't distinguish if it was Ash or Burger, but I think it was Ash.

I then relive it over and over again.

I don't stop until I am just exhausted all over.

After a few seconds, I ask in a hoarse voice what time it is.

"It's been a couple of hours." Burger says.

I give out a long breath and The two start saying what must have been a planned out monologue while I was in the hysteria.

But I don't pay attention and I think they know that, but they want me to close this for the most part now.

I open my eyes to stare at my right side. And I just think as Burger and ash's voices become background noise.

I knew I had to fall apart, that is always inevitable and especially in this life and time. I have let myself to grieve over the end, like anyone would, and I know that this can not last forever. I have a life, a life worth living out there now. Iron Weasel is slowly, but surely, making their way back up to the top of the charts; and I am the only one who can lead them up there. I have friends who will forever have my back and they are doing just that now. And I, in a way, have a second family thanks to the Campbells and the kid. The world is mines to take, and I think I am over Bleed for the most part. I have let myself fall apart and break at the seams; and while I may be bruised and have a few cuts, I am fixed and ready to move on from Bleed forever. I won't let myself fall this way again.

"Okay," I murmur in the same voice and slowly get up to sit on the back Band Van seats. "Let the kid come in and let's go home."