Time-Bomb
"A handful of moments, I wished I could change."
Dawn’s POV
I didn’t think that I was going to see him this early in the tour. Hell, the tour didn’t even start yet! I walked into my bus to only grab my art supplies and head back outside. I still had my bass with me. I always had my bass with me. I loved him so much.
When I exited, I noticed that Jack was gone. He probably went back in his bus. I sighed and started to walk in a random direction. I ended up by the creek behind the buses. I followed it until I felt like I was far enough away from everyone. I didn’t want to deal with anyone. I had too much on my mind.
When I finally found a good spot, I put my bass against a tree and sat down next to it before grabbing the little metal pen out of my art bag. I slowly took my wristbands off my left arm and put the pen to my skin. The cold metal felt good. I started to run it back and forth against my skin hard until the skin broke and the scarlet liquid was visible. I was about to repeat my actions but stopped. It felt like someone was watching me.
I looked across the stream of water to find big dark brown eyes looking at mine. They, of course, belonged to the lanky man that I really did not want to see at the moment. I didn’t know what to do, so I just sat there and looked at the man who was also sitting against a tree. I noticed how much I liked his new hairdo. His messy dark hair now had a chunk of blond in it. Wait. Why am I thinking about his hair? Furthermore, why isn’t he doing anything? Why am I just sitting here? Why am I not running back to my bus?
I slowly started to put my pen away without taking my gaze away from his. I was hoping that he wouldn’t notice. I was hoping that he wouldn’t do anything. I was hoping that he would think nothing of it and would dismiss it. Did I get what I wanted though? No, I didn’t.
“What are you doing?” he calmly asked.
“Nothing,” I answered.
“That’s not what it looked like.”
I hurried to get up and turn to grab my stuff. However, I was obviously too slow because I could feel Jack’s body pin me up against the tree. Thankfully, my bass didn’t fall. I was sure that it would’ve. His hands held mine against the bark. “Stop it Jack. You’re hurting me.” I didn’t want to be too loud because for some reason I didn’t want anyone to find us.
“And you weren’t just harming yourself?” he huffed. He must have taken the hint that I didn’t want to be found because he wasn’t that loud.
His grip got tighter. I panicked and tried to get away. Instead, I just scraped my skin against the bark, and my bass fell down. I was so happy that it fell on its back in a bunch of moss. I didn’t want him to get messed up. I didn’t care about the case, but I really cared about my bass.
“Are you harming yourself again?” Jack said a little bit louder. “I thought you were over that!”
I could feel tears forming in my eyes. Jack spun me around so I was facing him. My back was hurting. Not only did I have a bad back, but now my back was going to be scratched up. I wanted to fight back, but I couldn’t. He was so much taller than I was.
“Answer me!”
“Why do you care?! You don’t care about me!” He finally let go of me. Maybe I hit a chord. I hastily grabbed my art materials and my bass before running as far away from him as I could. I looked behind me and saw that he was catching up. Curse those long legs of his. It didn’t help because I was running out of breath. I was not fit at all. I’m surprised I’ve run this much without having to stop. I finally slowed down and hid behind a tree. I put my stuff down. Please don’t find me. Please don’t find me. I closed my eyes and stilled my breathing. It didn’t work though because it wasn’t long before I felt him holding me against this tree.
“You didn’t answer me.” He wasn’t loud like before. I looked in his eyes and saw worry.
“Do you really want to know?”
“Yes.”
“Listen to the truth. That’s all I wanted to let you know. Please let go of me now.” He did as I said, and I grabbed my stuff and walked off with him just standing there.
When I got back to my bus, I put my bass down and then crawled into my bunk. Why did he react the way he did? He probably just thought I wasted his time back then. I wonder if he got my message though. He probably didn’t. I seriously doubt that he knew any of my songs.
“Are you in here?” I heard Logan ask from the other side of the curtain.
“Yeah,” I weakly answered.
“Are you ok?”
“Yeah.”
“Anyway, Luke wanted to know if you wanted to go to the party tonight with all of us.”
“Him and his parties.” I tried to laugh, but it didn’t work.
“Are you sure that you’re ok?”
“Positive.”
“Ok. Are you coming?”
“Sure. It would be good to have a few drinks and loosen up.”
“Ok. I’ll tell everyone. If you need anyone to talk to, I’m here.”
“I know.” He walked away.
Logan was a good guy. He cared about all of us. I wish I could tell him about what happened back then, but I didn’t want any of the band to know. Care was the only one that did know. Hell, she was the one that helped me write the songs about him. I couldn’t play guitar. I could only play bass and some piano. I hated the guitar. It reminded me to much of Jack. I’d rather play my bass anyway. He has always been there for me. He didn’t leave me. My bass would never leave me.
I started to think about when I first got my bass. My dad got him at a garage sale. The guy wanted $50 for him, but Dad got it down to $10. At first, I didn’t want to play him. That was when I met the guys. Jack may have been my boyfriend, but Zack was my best friend. He saw my bass the one day that they came over to try to get me to stop carving into my arm. I told him that I didn’t know how to play. He said that he would teach me if I wanted. I smiled and nodded my head as fast as I could. That was how our friendship started. At first Jack as jealous, but he finally let go of it. I understood his jealousy. We were seniors, and as seniors, we were still teenagers.
Zack took me to get my bass fixed up. I thought that my bass was the prettiest bass ever. He was red, and you could see some of the wood markings or whatever you call those. He had a white guard, and he was small. Zack started to tutor me more and more. He said that I was a fast learner, and I told him that I got it from my mom because she played bass. I started to love playing my bass, and I was so happy that Zack was teaching me. That was why I named my bass after him. That’s right. I named my bass after the bassist of All Time Low. Why wouldn’t I? He taught me how to play. Well, he taught me to a point.
When we graduated, they got signed by a record company. He really couldn’t teach me while they toured. I started to lose contact with him the same time I started to lose contact with Jack. I was afraid that they would be doing something and I would interrupt them. They had their dreams to live.
I ended up going to college for writing and music. That was when I met the rest of my band. The twins, our old guitarist, and our manager all went to the same college as I did. We formed a band, and eventually dropped out of college when we got signed. I never thought dropping out of college would have been such a good idea. I’m happy I made that decision. I’m happy that I get to play my bass and sing for a living. Part of me was still saddened by how my past happened though, saddened by my life before Jack, and saddened with how our relationship ended.
I didn’t think that I was going to see him this early in the tour. Hell, the tour didn’t even start yet! I walked into my bus to only grab my art supplies and head back outside. I still had my bass with me. I always had my bass with me. I loved him so much.
When I exited, I noticed that Jack was gone. He probably went back in his bus. I sighed and started to walk in a random direction. I ended up by the creek behind the buses. I followed it until I felt like I was far enough away from everyone. I didn’t want to deal with anyone. I had too much on my mind.
When I finally found a good spot, I put my bass against a tree and sat down next to it before grabbing the little metal pen out of my art bag. I slowly took my wristbands off my left arm and put the pen to my skin. The cold metal felt good. I started to run it back and forth against my skin hard until the skin broke and the scarlet liquid was visible. I was about to repeat my actions but stopped. It felt like someone was watching me.
I looked across the stream of water to find big dark brown eyes looking at mine. They, of course, belonged to the lanky man that I really did not want to see at the moment. I didn’t know what to do, so I just sat there and looked at the man who was also sitting against a tree. I noticed how much I liked his new hairdo. His messy dark hair now had a chunk of blond in it. Wait. Why am I thinking about his hair? Furthermore, why isn’t he doing anything? Why am I just sitting here? Why am I not running back to my bus?
I slowly started to put my pen away without taking my gaze away from his. I was hoping that he wouldn’t notice. I was hoping that he wouldn’t do anything. I was hoping that he would think nothing of it and would dismiss it. Did I get what I wanted though? No, I didn’t.
“What are you doing?” he calmly asked.
“Nothing,” I answered.
“That’s not what it looked like.”
I hurried to get up and turn to grab my stuff. However, I was obviously too slow because I could feel Jack’s body pin me up against the tree. Thankfully, my bass didn’t fall. I was sure that it would’ve. His hands held mine against the bark. “Stop it Jack. You’re hurting me.” I didn’t want to be too loud because for some reason I didn’t want anyone to find us.
“And you weren’t just harming yourself?” he huffed. He must have taken the hint that I didn’t want to be found because he wasn’t that loud.
His grip got tighter. I panicked and tried to get away. Instead, I just scraped my skin against the bark, and my bass fell down. I was so happy that it fell on its back in a bunch of moss. I didn’t want him to get messed up. I didn’t care about the case, but I really cared about my bass.
“Are you harming yourself again?” Jack said a little bit louder. “I thought you were over that!”
I could feel tears forming in my eyes. Jack spun me around so I was facing him. My back was hurting. Not only did I have a bad back, but now my back was going to be scratched up. I wanted to fight back, but I couldn’t. He was so much taller than I was.
“Answer me!”
“Why do you care?! You don’t care about me!” He finally let go of me. Maybe I hit a chord. I hastily grabbed my art materials and my bass before running as far away from him as I could. I looked behind me and saw that he was catching up. Curse those long legs of his. It didn’t help because I was running out of breath. I was not fit at all. I’m surprised I’ve run this much without having to stop. I finally slowed down and hid behind a tree. I put my stuff down. Please don’t find me. Please don’t find me. I closed my eyes and stilled my breathing. It didn’t work though because it wasn’t long before I felt him holding me against this tree.
“You didn’t answer me.” He wasn’t loud like before. I looked in his eyes and saw worry.
“Do you really want to know?”
“Yes.”
“Listen to the truth. That’s all I wanted to let you know. Please let go of me now.” He did as I said, and I grabbed my stuff and walked off with him just standing there.
When I got back to my bus, I put my bass down and then crawled into my bunk. Why did he react the way he did? He probably just thought I wasted his time back then. I wonder if he got my message though. He probably didn’t. I seriously doubt that he knew any of my songs.
“Are you in here?” I heard Logan ask from the other side of the curtain.
“Yeah,” I weakly answered.
“Are you ok?”
“Yeah.”
“Anyway, Luke wanted to know if you wanted to go to the party tonight with all of us.”
“Him and his parties.” I tried to laugh, but it didn’t work.
“Are you sure that you’re ok?”
“Positive.”
“Ok. Are you coming?”
“Sure. It would be good to have a few drinks and loosen up.”
“Ok. I’ll tell everyone. If you need anyone to talk to, I’m here.”
“I know.” He walked away.
Logan was a good guy. He cared about all of us. I wish I could tell him about what happened back then, but I didn’t want any of the band to know. Care was the only one that did know. Hell, she was the one that helped me write the songs about him. I couldn’t play guitar. I could only play bass and some piano. I hated the guitar. It reminded me to much of Jack. I’d rather play my bass anyway. He has always been there for me. He didn’t leave me. My bass would never leave me.
I started to think about when I first got my bass. My dad got him at a garage sale. The guy wanted $50 for him, but Dad got it down to $10. At first, I didn’t want to play him. That was when I met the guys. Jack may have been my boyfriend, but Zack was my best friend. He saw my bass the one day that they came over to try to get me to stop carving into my arm. I told him that I didn’t know how to play. He said that he would teach me if I wanted. I smiled and nodded my head as fast as I could. That was how our friendship started. At first Jack as jealous, but he finally let go of it. I understood his jealousy. We were seniors, and as seniors, we were still teenagers.
Zack took me to get my bass fixed up. I thought that my bass was the prettiest bass ever. He was red, and you could see some of the wood markings or whatever you call those. He had a white guard, and he was small. Zack started to tutor me more and more. He said that I was a fast learner, and I told him that I got it from my mom because she played bass. I started to love playing my bass, and I was so happy that Zack was teaching me. That was why I named my bass after him. That’s right. I named my bass after the bassist of All Time Low. Why wouldn’t I? He taught me how to play. Well, he taught me to a point.
When we graduated, they got signed by a record company. He really couldn’t teach me while they toured. I started to lose contact with him the same time I started to lose contact with Jack. I was afraid that they would be doing something and I would interrupt them. They had their dreams to live.
I ended up going to college for writing and music. That was when I met the rest of my band. The twins, our old guitarist, and our manager all went to the same college as I did. We formed a band, and eventually dropped out of college when we got signed. I never thought dropping out of college would have been such a good idea. I’m happy I made that decision. I’m happy that I get to play my bass and sing for a living. Part of me was still saddened by how my past happened though, saddened by my life before Jack, and saddened with how our relationship ended.
Oh thanks! It's been forever since I've gotten comments or anything.
And I'm happy you like this one. It's not favorite, but it's forever there for me since it was my first ATL fic.
Oh and Idon't know if you've started the prequel but I got really stuck on it, but I have thought of just putting up all the info that wasn't explained. Ex. Why they hate Brittany so much
Anyway, thanks! :)
7/30/13