Firstly please guys remember this is just a poor imagination, please remember it because I know that when you finish this chapter you'll hate me. I know it and I'm so sorry for that but well I can't write slash stories, I'm way too shy to write about some hot sex scenes so I'm writing this ... I'm creating a hell. I'm so sorry please remember this is just a story.
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Their last gig, the end of their long long way. Brian has always wanted to be a star, he has always wanted to travel, to see love in people's faces and that's what the fame gives him. "I'm gonna be a star!" he remembered his own words when he was younger, how sweet, how long time ago it was, sweet dreams, and how bitter is the reality? yes he is admirer by many countries, by thousands of people, if he wants to fuck he can go to the any bar in the city and he will have whatever he wants. People have always found him sweet and charming despite his arrogance and coldness.
But this time he was sitting on his bed and thinking how will he live, what will he tell them, his soulmates, his husbands, his family. What will he do now?
The gig has started, people were screaming, dancing, singing, it made him smile, after so hard work, he got it back, it's worth it, he could see excited faces, fascinated, people forgot about their problems, there were them, PLACEBO only PLACEBO, no school, no work, no fucked up family only them, a band and people, one little island.
"placebo, placebo, placebo" he could see how the girl in the first row was excited, he could see that her dream came true, or at least she thought it but he didn't want to take this moment from her and he did his best, he tried to be the best, to be their ream, to be their Brian
"We love you!" how can you? how can you? you don't know me, how can you love me? maybe you would hate me if you knew me
"I, I, I ...." he started their song, so many times he played it that he felt sick of his own song
""cause I'm on fire, cause I'm on fire"
what the hell? what's that? Stef was looking at him.
Maybe Brian just forgot the song? What is he doing?
and then he saw it he was falling, collapsing in front of thousands of people
collapsing again?
he was ok, he had one week of why the hell is he collapsing? he is not tired, he was excited to play this gig
.....
At least he was quickly all right, he said everyone to have a few minutes alone, now now is the right time
took a deep breathe, one deep breathe
"Bri? are you ok?" Stef asked with his worried voice
he didn't want to have a breakdown in front of Stef but his eyes, his lovely eyes make him feel even more terrible
"fuck me, Stef fuck me please"
he kneeled down so his face was on the floor and he started to cry, it was a terrible screaming more then the crying, it seemed like he wanted to kill himself by the screaming
Stef has saw him many times broken and sad but not like that
he waited until he calmed down
"fuck me, fuck me, fuck me"
he repeated again and again until his screaming became a whisper
"Bri? what's happened?"
oh god how much he loved this person, how much he loved him and he knew he will never be his"
"I have an alzheimer"
"what?" he stared at him with his open mouth
alzheimer, the disease which is usual for old people, brian is 36, the alzheimer, no memory, no moves, his grandfather, no life at all
no this is just a dream
"yes stef yes! I'm gonna be a mental! I' m not gonna be able to eat, I won't remember my son! my only son! free marihuana and no memory! my life is a shit!"
"does she .... does she know?"
"no, only you know, I don't know how to tell her it, we just made it up, we are together again and I should tell her that she is gonna take care of me and of my son? my son, oh god cody, what about him, how will be his life"
and the crying continued, Stef hugged him, comforted him, it seemed they could stay like that forever, he just wanted to take all the pain away, he wanted to save his Brian from the bad bad world
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