Decemberunderground, chapter 3

I woke up in a dark room hours later, to find myself next to Ryan his room was light with candles and they were almost glowing, sending an eerie effect to his room. I looked down, beside me was Ryan knocked out and in a deep sleep.

I checked my watch and almost screamed it was nine o'clock at night I missed my Physiatrist meeting! My mum is going to bite my head off! I shoved Ryan and he rolled off the bed and landed with a loud thump. I rolled my eyes and jumped off the bed and started furiously shaking him.

He woke up almost instantly, groaned and rolled over.

I sat on top of him and shoved my watch in his face, I felt like screaming at him and pounding his face in with a shovel, but I just stayed there sitting on top of him and desperately trying to tell him I was late for getting home.

"What? What is it? What's wrong?" he asked groggily, I could tell he had been in a deep sleep before I rudely awakened him. I slapped my forehead angrily and shoved my watch in his face and tapped the glass impatiently.

"Oh, my god! Are you late do you have to go home now?" he asked fearfully.
I rolled my eyes and started nodding my head furiously. His eyes started to bulge and he jumped up from his bed instantly, pulling me along with him. I grabbed my book bag just before he dragged me out of his house and into the cool night's air.

"Can I walk you home it's the least I can do for making you late for getting home?" he asked sheepishly.
I smiled and nodded and wrapped my arm around his waist as we walked along the cool December night air.
I gazed up at the stars and smiled, I felt so happy right now this moment that I could jump up and start doing the hand jive. But I stayed calm and just put one foot in front of another for now.

We passed the concert hall and I smiled, tomorrow I would be rocking out to all of my favorite A.F.I songs.
But something caught my eye and I froze, I ran up to the billboard and gaped at the red letters covering the poster of A.F.I.

C.A.N.C.E.L.E.D

I just stood there, staring in awe why would they cancel did something wrong happen?
Is Jade okay?
Is Hunter okay?
Did something happen to Adam?
Did Davey get sick?

All these questions flooded my mind and I wanted answers right away but I knew that no one could give me any. So I just started walking with Ryan back to my house. I sighed in disappointment, well maybe I could invite Ryan over to my house and maybe we could listen to A.F.I the whole day.

But then I remembered that I had my physiatrist meeting, oh joy! I wonder how well that will go. She's going to ask me a whole bunch of questions asking about where I was yesterday and I won't answer any and she's going to start scribbling down a whole bunch of false crap about me on her note pad and it's going to be a day of pure HELL.

As soon as Ryan and I got to the front of my house, we suck around the back to the back and I quickly climbed up to my window and I silently thanked him with a wave goodbye.
When he was out of sight I turned up my radio and started to listen to Silver and Cold. I love this song, because it relates to me in so many ways.


I started to rummage through my night table drawer to try to find what I was looking for; the A.F.I tickets, I had hid them so well I couldn't find them. They turned out to be stuck into one page of my diary, which hopefully my mum would never read I was thinking about getting a lock but it just didn't seem like something I would want to do. When I write in my journal, I free my thoughts and feelings and the things that I want to say. It would be a shame to lock up my feelings because the point in a journal is to set them free.

I glanced down at the tickets and sighed, that was my one chance to see them here, but I guess that's not going to happen . . . maybe next year. Who knows maybe I didn't even have good seats. I glanced down at the row number and gasped.

ROW 2.

I could feel tears falling down my face, but I didn't bother to wipe them away, I couldn't be bothered with little details. I rolled my eyes, I sounded do dumb inside my head, it's not like they would help me become a better person then I am. I'm acting like Davey Havok asked to marry me then canceled.

I laughed at my stupidity; I'm just a dumb teenager who has a mental problem. That's all. I'm nothing special. I'm just nothing, that's who I am.

There was a silent knock on my door and I quickly stuffed the tickets under my pillow when my mother started to open my door. The door was open fully, and my mother came in with a worried expression on her face.

"Where were you? I can't believe you came home this late I was worried sick! I almost had a heart attack!" My mother said angrily. I just shrugged my shoulders and started down at my pillow, unable to answer her questions.

She sighed unhappily then shook her head.

"If you do that again, you're not going to live under the same roof as I am do you hear me?" she asked again. I just nodded my head and buried my face under my pillow.
As soon as I heard the door close I grabbed the ticket and V.I.P pass and stuffed it into my book bag, unable to find a better hiding place, I left it in there for the night.