Categories > Celebrities > Panic! At The Disco > Ask The Bones
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A/N: "Italy is beautiful this time of year."
I sat on the edge of my bed, staring at my vastly empty room. My apartment had always been empty but I only notice now. My bed and a few posters lined the walls, a bookshelf that I had been using for clothes and an idock added to the decor. To me it had been my perfect fist place, but now it would be my prison. My phone was full of calls for interviews. I placed it by the window. The plant Grace had given me sat next to the phone soaking in the rays.
For a while I stared at the floor, I wasn't thinking, my mind was blank. It was so quiet, the silence had a soft buzz but not one of comfort. My room lay still as if there was no life left in the world and I sank into my depths.
When I opened my eyes I found myself laying at the end of my bed, my chest slightly pained. I stood slowly and took a deep breath. Leading myself to the window I watched the passing traffic on the dark road; bleeding the colors of the cars and street lamps. How long had it been since I had been able to sleep a dreamless sleep? My body was glad of it, I was finally rested, but I still felt weak.
"Hey you've reached the SPENCER! leave your info and I'll tag you back" my old voice shunted into the air, it was followed by the expected beep.
"Hey Spence, it's Hayley, if you wanna talk I'm here."
I watched the door where her voice was coming from, my private line ended and when I heard the click I moved towards my door. From my bedroom I slowly almost shuffled to my bathroom to wash my face. I didn't look in the mirror, I didn't even stop to wash my hands.
My kitchen clock read "10:32pm" when I leaned against my counter, water in one hand, painkillers in the other. I swallowed roughly, I began to think back to Ryan... he looked so scared...he knew he was going to die. I never said goodbye to any of them, why had I survived...why had I been the one to live. Why?... WHY!? I gripped my glass tightly, and the more I thought the more enraged I became. The fire started from my chest and broke out into my brain and body. I clenched my jaw so hard I heard my teeth begin to strain, my knuckles were white and my brows furrowed.
"Spencer?"
I dropped my glass, it bounced and then rolled away from me. I glanced around my apartment, nobody was there. My heart raced and pounded against my chest, I was surging with adrenaline. There was time that had past me when I finally calmed, I picked up my phone,
"Hey Grace," I said calmly, "call me when you get this."
A/N: "Italy is beautiful this time of year."
I sat on the edge of my bed, staring at my vastly empty room. My apartment had always been empty but I only notice now. My bed and a few posters lined the walls, a bookshelf that I had been using for clothes and an idock added to the decor. To me it had been my perfect fist place, but now it would be my prison. My phone was full of calls for interviews. I placed it by the window. The plant Grace had given me sat next to the phone soaking in the rays.
For a while I stared at the floor, I wasn't thinking, my mind was blank. It was so quiet, the silence had a soft buzz but not one of comfort. My room lay still as if there was no life left in the world and I sank into my depths.
When I opened my eyes I found myself laying at the end of my bed, my chest slightly pained. I stood slowly and took a deep breath. Leading myself to the window I watched the passing traffic on the dark road; bleeding the colors of the cars and street lamps. How long had it been since I had been able to sleep a dreamless sleep? My body was glad of it, I was finally rested, but I still felt weak.
"Hey you've reached the SPENCER! leave your info and I'll tag you back" my old voice shunted into the air, it was followed by the expected beep.
"Hey Spence, it's Hayley, if you wanna talk I'm here."
I watched the door where her voice was coming from, my private line ended and when I heard the click I moved towards my door. From my bedroom I slowly almost shuffled to my bathroom to wash my face. I didn't look in the mirror, I didn't even stop to wash my hands.
My kitchen clock read "10:32pm" when I leaned against my counter, water in one hand, painkillers in the other. I swallowed roughly, I began to think back to Ryan... he looked so scared...he knew he was going to die. I never said goodbye to any of them, why had I survived...why had I been the one to live. Why?... WHY!? I gripped my glass tightly, and the more I thought the more enraged I became. The fire started from my chest and broke out into my brain and body. I clenched my jaw so hard I heard my teeth begin to strain, my knuckles were white and my brows furrowed.
"Spencer?"
I dropped my glass, it bounced and then rolled away from me. I glanced around my apartment, nobody was there. My heart raced and pounded against my chest, I was surging with adrenaline. There was time that had past me when I finally calmed, I picked up my phone,
"Hey Grace," I said calmly, "call me when you get this."
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