(Sooo I wrote this for an assignment in English and it's gonna be posted to a school blog or something so I hope it's gooddddddd??

Lol yeah idk)

⚠️ TW: implied suicide (it'll make sense in the end) , slight mention of pills, mentions of a blade ⚠️

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It was dark that night, and he knew nothing could really stop him this time. No parents, no siblings, no friends. He was alone.

That alone could have been the thing to push him over the edge tonight. He knew it was sick, but at this point he would be doing it out of spite of them, or maybe as a wake up call. Then again he didn't know if he could push himself to do it, to take that little leap over the true edge. Would he really just do it out of spite?

"I don't want to go out like that!" He screams, slamming a fist down on the hard tile of his bathroom counter. He lets out a heavy breath before looking at himself in the mirror, his brown eyes glossy, and his hair a mess, almost like a wet dog's fur after a bath.

He runs the sink water and he splashes some into his face, sniffling. He shakily pulls himself up after that, and he looks down at the shiny silver object sitting right beside his hand. He wouldn't, would he?

Either way it wouldn't be something that was easy. He could make it quick and easy, or he could drag it out. Suffering for so long could eventually drive him insane.

Suddenly though, his head starts to spin and he quickly hangs it, bringing his hands up to cover it almost. He had been crying for at least three hours on end now, so he figured it was just that. He had completely forgotten about the now empty bottle of pills sat on the counter. After all, it had just slipped his mind.

He stumbles out of the bathroom and eventually into his living room, not even making it to his couch before he completely collapses on the floor, quickly going limp.

He tried to look around, but everything just seemed foggy. His vision was blurry, and his eyes burned from the crying session he previously had. Whenever his eyelids become heavy, only then does he let his eyes fully close. He slowly just let everything fade to black, no longer having the urge to resist it or fight it.

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Whenever he wakes up, he definitely isn't at home on his bedroom floor. This place is much prettier. There was grass underneath him, and whenever he looked around, he saw patches of flowers everywhere. It truly did look like a fantasy land, one that he often thought of whenever he was little.

It was like his dreams were coming true now, right before his eyes. It was a little weird for him to think about since he was just on his cold bedroom floor, and now he was here where it was warm, and undescribingly beautiful.

He slowly pulls himself up and he frowns, not knowing where to go. As he pulls himself all the way to where he's standing, he looks around, sighing softly.

"You're finally awake!" He hears from beside him suddenly, and he just about jumped out of his skin, not having been expecting the sudden voice.

"H-Hello?" He asks, turning to face the source of the voice he had just heard. Whenever he turns all the way around, he's met with a tall man. His eyes were piercing blue, and his hair was a lighter brown color. The only thing that took Brendon by surprise was the large wings behind him.

They were made up of beautiful white feathers, they looked almost silky, and they would definitely be soft to the touch. He was a bit startled whenever the man moved them a little, but he didn't find himself moving away. He was intrigued to say the least, and he was truly fascinated with the way they looked.

"W-Who are you?" He questions, and the man just smiles.

"I'm Dallon, and you are?" The man, now
known as Dallon, asks politely, smiling shortly afterwards. He offers a hand out to shake, just smiling more.

"I-It's Brendon," he responds, slowly taking a hold of Dallon's hand and shaking it lightly. "Wh-Where am I? And how do I get home?" He asks, looking over at Dallon again in hopes that he would have a good answer for him.

"Well.. I'm not exactly sure where we are either, but I can definitely help you find a way home," Dallon offers, shrugging a little. Brendon sighs, not knowing whether to trust him or not. At this point he knew there probably weren't that many people around, so he just decided to go along with Dallon.

"Alright, Brendon! Let's get going. Hopefully we can get you home by dark!" Dallon says, starting to walk down the pathway. Brendon slowly pushes himself to follow him, sighing gently.

"I doubt that.. seeing as this seems like a fantasy land." Brendon says, shaking his head. "Oh, don't be so negative!" Dallon states, shaking his head.

Brendon didn't understand the man's happiness.

Along the way it was about the same thing he saw whenever he had first woken up. Beautiful patches of flowers, tall grasses, giant trees with colorful leaves, just about anything you could think of in nature was out there. Brendon kept finding himself getting distracted by the birds or the little butterflies that would sometimes swoop past them as they walked along.

They were truly incredible, and all so delicate at the same time. He had never really taken the time to look at one up close, yet here he was.

"So, Brendon, tell me a bit about yourself." Dallon says, continuing to walk with him. Brendon looks over at him, thinking for a moment before he looks down at his feet.

"Well.. I like to sing, and write. I love music and the color red. I have four other siblings, and I'm the youngest out of them all. I guess that's about it," he says with a shrug, not knowing what else he could possibly say to the other man.

"A lot of that sounds fun." Dallon replies, smiling at Brendon, and he gently pats him on the back. "Do you know how to play guitar?"

Brendon cocks his head at the question, but he slowly nods. "It's my favorite to play."

"So, if I just.." Dallon says, trailing off shortly after. He brings his hands up and he waves them around a little, like all of the fairies did in those cheesy little princess movies. Now he would admit that he did like a few of them, but that didn't make them any less cheesy.

As Dallon continues to wave his hands around, Brendon just thinks that he looks a little dumb. Suddenly there's a twinkle that Brendon can see out of the corner of his eye, and whenever he turns to look at Dallon, he's now holding a guitar. He gasps a little, his jaw dropping. He was shocked to say the least, but then again he almost felt like a giddy child.

I mean the man had just made a guitar appear out of nothing.

"How did you.." Brendon says, being in disbelief about what he had just seen. As Dallon hands him the guitar, he pouts a little, adjusting the guitar in his hold. After a bit of Dallon's encouragement, he starts to play it, smiling faintly.

"That's it!" Dallon cheers, clapping his hands a little.

They go on like this for a while, Brendon playing the guitar while he and Dallon talk, and sometimes they would even switch. They stopped along the river that they came across and they watched the little dragonflies and the frogs go all around. Brendon was having a blast to say the least, and he and Dallon had gotten closer along the way as well.

Eventually they had stopped to take a break in the grass with all the flowers, Brendon still happily strumming along on the guitar as Dallon sat with a smile on his face. They made flower crowns together, Dallon's being made up with red flowers, and Brendon's of purple.

He was happy that he had made a new friend, and that they had so much in common. He didn't even think about the wings, he just saw Dallon as a normal person.

He didn't feel so alone anymore. He felt like he actually had someone to connect with and talk to as a friend. He just felt safe with him. He couldn't describe it either, and most times he would be against just going with someone that you've just met, but with Dallon it was different to him.

Not just because he was the only one around, but because he just seemed humble, a trait that very many people Brendon met had lacked. Dallon was practically a perfect person, someone of Brendon's dreams, and he found himself hoping he wasn't a figment of his imagination.

It would be one of the only people who could maybe help him, and he wouldn't even be real.

That would be just Brendon's luck.

Eventually they pick themselves up and they begin to walk again, making small talk along the way, Dallon having taking the guitar back as Brendon was no longer playing it.

Brendon suddenly gets an idea and he giggles, biting his lip.

"Tag, you're it!" He calls, touching Dallon's shoulder before he takes off, sprinting down the pathway. Dallon was caught off guard for a second, but whenever he composes, he quickly pushes himself up, spreading his wings out and taking off in flight after Brendon.

Brendon had continued to run, but whenever he didn't see Dallon anymore, he slowly came to a walk so he could look around for the man.

"D-Dallon?" He calls, looking around more and he frowns, suddenly missing him.

As he feels arms wrap around his middle he screams, his eyes going wide and he starts to flail. He only calms down whenever he sees two white wings fold around him, and whenever he looks up, he sees Dallon's face smiling down at him.

"O-Oh.. hi.." he giggles, a blush coating his cheeks.

"Hey, sweetheart," Dallon says smoothly, smiling gently and he presses a light kiss to Brendon's head.

After they compose themselves again, they start to walk again, still talking to each other all the while.

As they continue to walk, Brendon slowly looks around and he pouts. Everything looked so familiar, like they had already passed through here before.

"Dallon.. isn't that the place we met?" He asks, pointing to the little area by the tree where he had woken up. There was the same little clearing too, he could recognize it from anywhere.

Dallon noticeably tenses and he tries to quickly shake his head. "N-No! That's not possible! It's not the s-same place! Cmon, Bren! Lets go! We gotta.. we gotta get you home.." he tries, desperately grabbing Brendon's arm to try and lead him along.

"We're just walking in circles aren't we, Dallon.." Brendon says softly, looking up at him slowly with a rather solemn expression.

"Brendon.." Dallon starts, taking in a heavy breath.

"There's really no way I can get home, is there Dallon?" Brendon asks again, and Dallon just sighs, hanging his head slowly. All of a sudden he snaps his fingers, and suddenly they're somewhere new.

It's dark here, and it's lightly raining. Brendon can feel the light water droplets now hitting his skin. They were cold, and they sent chills down his spine, and he just automatically had an eerie feeling about this.

When he turns to his left he sees Dallon, his head hung and his wings drooping. As Brendon takes a second to look around, he notices that they're on top of what seems to be a building, and to Brendon it looks rather familiar.

"Dall? Where are we?" He calls out past the rain, hoping that Dallon could hear him. Dallon just walks over to him and he takes his hand, leading him down to a small balcony. Once they both make it down safely, Brendon looks to Dallon, confusion written on his face.

He goes to question Dallon, but Dallon just points to the sliding glass door in front of them. Whenever Brendon looks inside, he doesn't see anything at first until he shifts his gaze a little bit. Whenever he looks into the living room of the place, his heart feels like it dropped to his stomach, and he felt the air leave his body as he dropped down onto his knees.

There in the middle of the floor was his own body, lying still and unmoving. There was nobody around either, and Brendon could feel tears flood into his eyes.

"I didn't.." he starts, looking up at Dallon. "P-Please tell me I didn't.." he sobs, looking up at the man beside him. Dallon held a solemn expression, and he eventually let out a heavy breath.

"You did, Brendon.. you overdosed, but by then you had forgotten about it, and you completely let it slip your mind." He says, and suddenly all the memories came flooding back into Brendon's mind.

He wraps his arms around himself tightly and he hangs his head, letting out a soft sob. He felt so alone right now, knowing that he was dead and nobody even knew about it besides him and his "friend". His mind started to spin, and he felt like he was being swallowed up by all the voices in his head, scolding himself for doing such a thing.

Dallon slowly drops to his knees beside Brendon and he pulls him into a hug, his wings coming up and wrapping around him as well, providing a little more comfort than he originally would have gotten from his own arms.

"Wh-Why did you tell m-me there was a way home then?" He sobs, gripping Dallon's shirt tightly and he shakes his head, his heavy breaths being audible through the rain.

"Wh-Why did y-you tell m-me I co-could go home?!" He continues, tugging Dallon's shirt.

"I had to distract you, B.. I had to make you happy at least one final time before all of this.. you caught on to it all too soon. I'm so sorry, Brendon." Dallon sympathizes, gently running his hand through Brendon's wet hair.

He places another light kiss on his head, just slowly rocking with him.

Brendon didn't respond, he just let himself cry into his friends chest, his body shaking. "Wh-Why me? W-Why did I th-think that w-would be the an-answer?!" He sobs even louder, curling up against the man before him.

After all it was all out of spite though.. right?