Desolation Row

fuck fuck fuck fuck. He saw me, I need to leave but everyone's having fun. I'd just be a killjoy. I started hyperventilating. I'm not ready for this shit, it was a good run up to tonight.

"hey hey hey Rox calm down, they're way up there and you're down here. We'll just rush out once they're finished.
It'd be impossible for them to catch us in time, besides your dead" She reassured me while squeezing my sides. Yes I'm fully aware I'm dead, but what if he recognizes me. What If they actually thought I wasn't dead, just that I ran away. Maybe he knew it was actually me. The Roxanne Willows. God my mind's a complete mess right now, why can't I just enjoy the music in peace, ughhhhh.

*end of show*

The band left the stage and the flashing lights went off. I pushed my way to the doors and scurried out quickly. Bonnie was with the guys so I didn't have to worry about her. The front was so crowded, the sea of people made it impossible to get to the car. Or even see it. I passed through a couple of people and made my way to the back of the venue so I could just walk around the crowd. I walked really quickly, just in case it happened. I decided to pull out my phone and call Bonnie
"dude where the fuck are you"
"heyyyyyyy Rox- I mean Helena, me and the guys are going to the barrrrrrr do you wanna come? Oh wait sorryy we're already thereee"
"Are you fucking kidding me? I need to leave NOW"
She hung up, she fucking hung up on me. And how the hell did they even get there so fast, jesus christ. I paced around frantically,
"I could just walk home I guess" Oh fuck I'm talking to myself again, I groaned in frustration and just walked to the front. That was until a cold hand touched my shoulder

"Leaving so soon?"

Notes

Link to my new story, it's kinda more personal I guess but just with different people. So basically my life as a story more or less.
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