3:12 am
“Don’t talk to me, I’m going to try and get some sleep.” I said through my teeth as I laid down my phone next to my head.
“Wasn’t going to.” The drummer said, looking at the wall across from him.
I rolled my eyes as I laid down my head at the hard floor. It wasn’t exactly comfortable, but I was so exhausted that it didn’t matter. I had slept at least 3 hours in that closet, but for some reason I still felt extremely tired. Maybe because of the panic from an hour ago.
I rolled over to my side and pulled up my legs. I closed my eyes. It took a few minutes, but eventually I fell asleep.
Everything around me was white. There were no walls, no windows, there was nothing at all.
Where was I? Was I dead? I just went to sleep! Had that drummer killed me in my sleep our something? Did he have a knife hidden in that backpack of him or something?
For some reason I knew that that was the least of my problems. I felt like there was something going to happen, like this place was haunted or something. It gave me a bad feeling.
It didn’t really feel like a place anyway. I turned around to see if something was going to pop up. After I span two times, something appeared in my vision.
I saw someone stand a few feet away from me. I had to squint my eyes to see who it was, he was extremely blurry.
As my vision slowly became sharper I saw who it was. I recognized him from his bald head and the rose tattoo in his neck. He was wearing white clothes, which made his black eyes more prominent.
Panic flamed up in me. This was what my conscience was trying to tell me. He was here. Why was he here?
I wanted to run away, but I suddenly realized that I couldn’t move any part of my body. My feet were glued to the ground.
He started walking towards me with a slight smile on his face. A nasty grin that I wanted to punch of his face. I would cut it off, if I had to.
The feeling to flee became bigger, but there was nothing I could do. Everything in my body was like stone. I couldn’t even move my eyelids.
He came closer and closer until he was standing right in front of me, his smile still on his face. “Finally Amara.” He said. His voice sounded as he spoke under water.
“GO AWAY!” I screamed at him.
“I can’t leave you now, Amara.” He said.
I suddenly realized that I could move my body again and I raised my arms to push him away from me. It was like pushing a brick wall. He didn’t move, but I tumbled back.
Instead of falling on the ground I kept falling, I was falling inside a hole. I seemed to fall in slow motion as I slowly saw his grinning face get further away from me.
I kept falling until my back hit the surface of water. I sank and randomly moved my limps to get to the surface, the cold water stinging my skin. It was all a waste though. I was still underwater.
I kept trying to swim to the surface, but it seemed like there was no surface. I was sure there was no surface, I didn’t even know what up and what down was.
As I gave up and relaxed my limps, I saw something swim towards me. It came closer to me and I saw that it was him again. Adrenaline started to rush through me and I started swimming away from him. But as I turned around to swim the opposite way, I saw that he was also swimming towards me from that side.
I turned to my left and there was also another him swimming towards me. Soon, he came from every direction. My heart started beating so hard that I was afraid that it was going to bust out of my chest. I tried to scream, but nothing came out.
As an arm was about to grab my leg, I woke up.
“LET GO OF ME!” I screamed and I saw the drummer back away from me and take away his hand that was on my shoulder.
“I-I’m sorry.” He said and he looked a little afraid. “I was just trying to help. You were crying and shouting in your sleep.” A reassuring smile appeared on his lips.
My breathing was still very heavily as I realized I was in the elevator again. I wasn’t actually talking to the drummer when I shouted. I was talking to hìm.
I put my trembling fingers on my cheek to feel that they were soaking wet. I didn’t even realize I was crying. The panic was slowly sipping out of my body and I let out a deep breath to steady my breathing pattern.
“It’s okay.” I said after a while, still a bit out of breath. “I had a bad dream. Thanks for waking me.”
He scooped a little closer to me. “Are you okay?”
I nodded. Actually I wasn’t at all. The fear was still prominent in my mind. I was still shaking allover.
“Are you sure?” I heard him say. I looked up to him to see his eyes were filled with worry. That look broke me, for some reason it was the last drop for me.
Tears started to run over my cheeks again and I laid my head inside my hands. My sobs were loud and my breathing sped up again.
Suddenly I felt two long arms around me. The drummer was hugging me. Normally I would push people away if they wanted to hug me, but right now I was in no state to do that.
For some reason, I needed a hug. I swung my arms around his waist and hugged him back. I was crying on his chest as we were sitting on the floor of the elevator.
I felt his shirt getting wetter under need my face, but he didn’t seem to mind. After a few minutes I slowly pushed him away, my small hands on his chest. He let go of me, but still stayed close to me.
“Thank you for that.” I mumbled and wiped my tears from my face.
“You’re welcome.” He said. “Do you want to talk about it? I mean, I’ve heard sometime that talking about a dream helps you to not have that dream again.”
I looked up at him with a confused look. “Why do you want to help me? You don’t even know me.”
He shrugged. “You just look like you need help.”
“How do you know I deserve help? I haven’t been exactly nice to you.” I said, looking to my hands that were folded together in my lap.
“Well, as you stated earlier, I don’t know you. You might come over a little harsh, but you are probably really nice.” He said.
I looked up at him again. I couldn’t exactly figure him out. What did he want? Was he really trying to be nice or was this some sort of joke? From the very beginning he had been such a mystery. What was up with him?
“I’m not nice. I’m a bitch.” I said.
“I have trouble believing that.” He said.
I raised an eyebrow. “why?”
He shrugged again. “You try to come over as a bitch as defense, but I think you’re not really a bitch.”
My mouth fell open. I knew this fellow for one hour and he had already figured me out. I didn’t even know that about myself, but as he stated it, it sounded obvious. I wasn’t going to admit that to him though.
“You’re not a shrink so don’t assume shit. I’m really just a bitch.” I mumbled and moved a lit bit away from him.
He chuckled as he sat against the wall next to me. I looked over to him with a bitchy glare. “What?”
“I was right, wasn’t I?” He said with a grin prominent on his face.
I crossed my arms over my chest. “Just stay out of it.”
He sighed. “alright, what about a less personal question? What’s your name?”
I glared at him again. I wanted him to stop talking to me. Probably, because I couldn’t help but like him. He was just my type of person.
He rolled his eyes. “I’m asking for your name, not your deepest fears or aspirations in life, relax.”
I slightly chuckled.
“Look at her! She’s laughing! I didn’t know you could.” He said, poking my cheek.
I couldn’t help but smile. “I’m not always grumpy.”
“Oh, so sometimes you’re grumpy and other times you’re snow white?” He said and he started laughing at his own joke.
I couldn’t help but laugh too at his stupid joke. Fuck, I’m not supposed to have fun with him. I can’t let anyone into my life right now. “more like sometimes grumpy and other times sleepy.”
He shrugged. “Agreed, you’re not really the type of person to break out in song and clean the place.”
When we finished laughing, I looked at him and smiled. “I’m Amara.”
He grinned. “Wow nice name. I’m Mike.”
I nodded awkwardly. “Hi, Mike.”
“Hi, Amara.” He said and he waved at me. I chuckled and waved back.
“So, I’m going to ask you a little bit more personal question. Don’t run away scared.” He said and he held up his hands in defense.
A wave of anger and fear came over me. I groaned, I didn’t want to be his friend. I could already feel my walls tumbling down and it went strangely fast with him. I felt like I would actually open up to him, if we kept talking.
“So, how old are you?” he eventually asked after building up the tension.
I slapped my hand against my forehead and shook it. Wow, he was really an idiot. He looked like a big badass, but I felt like he really wasn’t. I liked it though.
I took my hand off my head. “oh my god Mike, that question goes too far. You can’t just ask people how old they are.” I said sarcastically.
“Oh how rude of me.” He said as he rolled his eyes.
“I’m twenty-five since April sixteenth.” I said.
“Wow, I asked for your age and I also got your birthday!” he said and he opened his mouth as he put of his hands on his cheeks.
I laughed at his face. “I guess I must be in a generous mood. How old are you?”
He let down his hand again. “I’m thirty since December fourteenth.”
My mouth fell open a little. I didn’t expect him to be five and a half years older than me. I wouldn’t even have given him twenty-six. He had a slender figure and a slender face, which made his features a little bit boyish I guess.
“I know, I’m old.” He said as he was nodding his head with his eyes closed.
“No you’re not.” I said. “I just thought you would be younger.”
“How old would you have guessed I was?” He asked, clearly amused.
“My age, maybe younger.” I said blushing.
Now it was his turn to look surprised. I just hoped I didn’t insult him or anything.
“wow, do I look that young?” he said laughing. I nodded and laughed with him.
“I do look older than my brother right? I hear that a lot.”
I raised an eyebrow. How was I supposed to know who is brother was? “Your brother?”
“Yeah the lead singer of pierce the veil. Short dude, long curly hair, nose ring.”
I thought back of the concert and tried to remember the lead singer of the band. “That’s your brother?”
He nodded. “My older brother.”
My mouth fell open again. “He is older than you?!” Mike was probably almost a feet taller than the lead singer.
“That’s what I meant.” He laughed. “Everyone always thinks Vic is the younger one.”
After that we talked a lot more. Mike told me about his band. He told me that the bassist was called Jaime and the guitarist Tony. To be honest, those names seemed familiar to me, I guess Rosey had told me them before, but I had just forgotten about them. Probably because I wasn’t really interested.
It was weird because I had almost forgotten the dream I just had. The fearful feeling I had been having was totally gone. I didn’t tell Mike how special it was that he could cheer me up that easily. Normally when I was upset no one could cheer me up, well maybe Rosey but no one else. I was too stubborn to give in to people who wanted to cheer me up.
But with Mike it just came naturally. My stubbornness just melted away. Maybe it was easier to just give in and be friends with him. We might be in here for hours and I can’t fight to keep my walls up for that long. It would probably help both of our moods too if we’d just be nice to each other.
After a few minutes we decided that we needed to take measures if we were in here for a while. We were only in here for two hours, but we were of course bound to get hungry and thirsty some time.
I hadn’t brought my purse or a coat. Both of them were still in the wardrobe of the venue. So I had nothing with me that could help.
Mike at the other hand, had brought his backpack. There wasn’t much in there either, but at least we had something.
He had two beers, an empty water bottle, a sweater and a box of cards in his backpack. We had to drink the beers if we were thirsty and I hated that, because I normally didn’t drink. I had no other choice now I guess.
It also kinda surprised me how little he had in his backpack, but he just said that he had the rest of his stuff in the tour bus.
The box of cards was of extremely good use though. It really killed the time. Mike learned me how to poker and we used the coins from his wallet as fiches. He had all these different kinds of coins inside his wallet, from all these different countries. I asked him how he got them and he told me that he got them when he was on world tour.
He started telling me about all the different countries he has been to and I started to grow a little jealous. I always wanted to travel the world, but just never got to do it. I actually never got further than Ohio.
It also got me realizing how successful pierce the veil actually was. It was weird to think there were artist that weren’t played on the radio, but still had thousands of fans all over the world.
After half an hour I actually kind of got the hang of poker, so Mike Joked that we could resort to strip poker now. I know it was a joke, but I rolled my eyes and pushed his face away. Which only made him laugh harder.
If it was going to be like this all the time, I wouldn’t really mind be another hour or three in this elevator with him. We actually had fun and sometimes I even forgot for a moment that I was trapped in an elevator. It honestly felt like I was hanging out with a friend.
I felt a little guilty about Rosey though. I had left her all alone at a concert and she was probably really worried about me now. I told my worries to Mike and he just said: “I know a way you can make it up to her! She is a fan, right? Just give her my autograph.”
It sounded a little stupid at first, but honestly Rosey would freak out if I gave her an autograph of the drummer of her favorite band. It was the least I could do to make it up to her, I guess.
Mike found a pen in a pocket of his backpack, but we had no piece of paper to sign it on. So I had the marvelous idea of signing the shirt I was wearing. I could give it to her and then she would have a signed shirt of her favorite band. Yeah, I think she would forgive me.

Notes

heeeyy guys,

Sorry this really sucks. XD it's so hard to write a lot about such a short period of time though. I have a lot of ideas for this story though so I'm just going to continue.

but I will put a flashback in every chapter, otherwise it will get really boring if it's just Mike and Amara all the time XD

but yeah i hope you guys like it, I don't XD (I'm still excited for this story though)

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Nicky