Friday, July 23, 2004
CONTINUATION:
Bert opened the door and blankly walked up to the house, Branden walking next to him. Bert opened the door and the tears just started to flow.
Branden looked at him sympathetically and took Bert by the arm. "We have to go in, Bert". Bert nodded his head, wiping his tears that didn't stop flowing and walked inside his house. The others were there. Everybody was there. Quinn's family, a family that had accepted Bert while he was at his bottom, was there, too. The other bands that were on tour with them at the time came, too. It was strange, watching all these band members' faces so dead, theirs were always full of life. Bert knew he wasn't the only one feeling the loss. He got himself together and started to talk to a few people.
It was almost 2am, everyone had gone home, it was just Bert and the house and the memories. He had walked around the house mindlessly, avoiding going to their bedroom which was now just Bert's. He couldn't get himself to get in there yet, the room had too much memories. Branden and the other guys had offered to stay the night, in case Bert needed any help. He declined, told them he'd be fine on his own and that he just needed some time alone.
He smoked probably half a packet already when he decided to go up into their room. He reasoned that he had to do it some time and now was as good a time as any other to do it. He climbed up the stairs, wondering how he never noticed how big the house was. He stood in front of the bedroom door, watching his hand as it slowly made its way to the doorknob. He stood for a moment, debating with his mind whether this was a good idea or not, his hand clutching the doorknob.
"Fuck it" Bert muttered under his breath and twisted the doorknob, opening the door. He stepped in and just stood there, taking everything in without even bothering to switch on the lights. He saw the full-length mirror, the bedside table, the paintings Quinn and Bert made hanging on the walls, the bed and everything. He just stood there, wondering how he could wake up every day from now on ,with all these things in this room that was only half his, with the bed half empty. There would be no Quinn. No Quinn at all. Just memories of him. Bert walked quietly to the bed, his vision was already blurry by the time he reached the bed's side. He took off all his clothes and left only his boxers on. He climbed in bed and stared quietly at the empty space next to him. He began crying, louder than before. And the sound of him crying seemed to echo at the walls. He hated it, the sound.
"Quinn, come back" He said between his sobs. Suddenly, he grew tired and all he wanted to do was sleep. His sobs began to decrease and lastly he drifted into an uneasy sleep.
Bert looked around but there was just too much smoke. It was too dark to see. He saw a movement in front of him, he squinted to see. And then suddenly, he was back in bed. He sat up in bed and looked around, alarmed. Then he saw it, a figure covered with a black robe and a hood covered his face. Bert tried moving but he couldn't seem to budge from his place. He looked up helplessly to the figure who was moving forward to the bed.
"What do you want?" Bert asked shakily. He was scared mostly because of the fact that he couldn't move and partly because there was an unknown person standing in front of him and God knows what the person wanted to do to him.
"Bert, I'm going to give you a chance to see Quinn again. You can save him but there is just a price to pay, you will figure it out." The figure said in a monotone voice and suddenly, Bert felt like something was pushing him downward. He tried to scream but nothing came out.
"Bert, baby, are you okay?" An all-too-familiar voice can be heard whispering quietly to Bert's ear. Bert's eyes shot open and his eyes met with the familiar love-filled brown eyes he thought he'll never see again. He sat up straight and his head immediately hit something hard, he fell back and blinked a couple of times. Quinn couldn't help but giggle.
"Where am i?" Bert asked, shocked. His eyes wildly looking everywhere.
"In our tourbus? In your bunk?" Quinn suggested. "Well, our bunk, i mean" Quinn winked at him.
Bert sat up, his brows supporting his weight and he looked directly at Quinn. His Quinn. Alive, breathing, smiling at him lovingly.
Bert went to the other end of the bunk and stared suspiciously at Quinn, "You're supposed to be dead" Bert said, pointing at him shakily.
Quinn raised an eyebrow. "Well, i love you, too, Berty" He said sarcastically. "Did you have a bad dream? You seemed so disturbed and you were shaking" He added, concerned now.
Everything sank into Bert's head right then. "Bert, I'm going to give you a chance to see Quinn again...". And for the first time for what seemed like a long time, Bert felt himself smile.
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Envy drowned in words at 11:18
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