Why Did You Have To Save Me? (ON HOLD)

Far Too Young To Die

Phoenix's POV
Someone stopped me. Why couldn't they just have let me fall?

"Let go of me" I say calmly through gritted teeth, even though I'm about to breakdown right in front of this stranger. "You'll fall though" They try to argue. No shit Sherlock. That's what I was planning on. "Exactly" I mutter in reply.

I feel like I recognise his voice from somewhere but I can't quite figure out exactly what from. And it's not the best light to recognise him by his face since it is like 11 at night and my eyes are currently blurry from the tears that are still streaming down my face.

"Why don't you come with me to get a hot chocolate and we can talk?" He asks basically begging me to get away from the edge of the bridge. Why does he want me to go with him so bad? Why does he care what happens to me?"Fine" I say, knowing that this guy, whoever he is, won't give up anytime soon. It's a lot easier to agree than start a scene in front of everyone.

We get into his car and head to a café. Normally I would be all 'stranger danger' but at the moment I don't really care. I look out the window and watch the bridge disappear. If I didn't waste time just sitting there I wouldn't be here right now. I always ruin everything. I wonder why that is.

The radio is playing quietly which helps a bit with the awkward situation. Nothing has been said since I got into this car. Most of the time I didn't know any of the songs playing as they were all pop music that I wouldn't ever listen to unless I was forced to. Well that's until I hear the first few seconds of one song and I instantly know what it is.

"A moment you'll never remember and a night you'll never forget"

I quietly hum away to hallelujah. I feel relaxed. I guess Brendon's voice does that to me. "I'm guessing you haven't figured out who I am" The guy laughs lightly. "Why would you say that?" I ask slightly confused and scared at what he was talking about. "All you sinners stand up sing hallelujah, show praise with your body stand up sing hallelujah, if you can't stop shaking lean back let it move right through ya. Say your prayers. Say your prayers. Say your prayers" He sings perfectly. All the notes right.

Only Brendon could sing it like that. Wait. The voice, I knew it sounded familiar before. How didn't I realise until now? "B-Brendon?" I ask shocked. "Yes it's me" No wonder I felt calm around him. I'm to shocked to say anything. I would be fangirling so much if it wasn't for the fact that I just tried to kill myself a few minutes ago.

Once in the café, Brendon orders us hot chocolates and we go sit in a booth away from the majority of people. I'm still not sure what is happening. "Why... Did you s-stop me?" I stutter barely holding back tears. "I couldn't let a young girl like you end her life like that" He replies seriously. "You should of let me fall" I mutter resting my head on the table so he couldn't see my tears anymore.

I can't let my idol see my breakdown. Brendon moves closer to me and rubs my back. I flinch. My mind goes to my father... And the things he's done to me. I feel disgusting and sick to my stomach. I can't help but run to the bathroom in the café and empty out whatever I had in left my stomach.

I sink to the floor and cry once again. Why did he have to save me? I wanted to die, I still do. Why didn't he let me?

After 10 minutes or so, once I've calmed down. I walk back to a very worried Brendon Urie. "Are you okay?" He asks concernedly. "I don't think that's possible for someone who just tried to kill themselves" I say starting to tear up again. "Maybe we should go somewhere quiet, let's get you to bed" He says suddenly before I can say anything else. I would do anything to get away from everyone. Even Brendon right now. But I agree, what else was I going to do? I couldn't just run out, he'd follow. And I'd have nowhere to go anyway.

We arrive at Brendon's and I don't even speak. He walks to his bedroom and sits on his bed. I follow not knowing what else to do. "Will your parents mind that you're here?" Brendon asks. Parent. Singular. "No, my mother is dead and my father... He.. Wouldn't care" I stop myself before almost telling Brendon what my father has done to me. Brendon tries to comfort me by placing a hand on my shoulder again.

More memories of my father flash through my mind before I can stop them. Brendon won't hurt you, he won't hurt me. I keep telling that to myself. Over and over until I've half convinced myself that it's true.

"Why don't you get some sleep and we'll talk more in the morning?" Brendon suggests. I just nod and close my eyes. He gets under the covers and tells me to as well. I don't give a fuck anymore. I do it anyway not thinking about how weird it is. "If you need me...don't be afraid to ask" Brendon says yawning mid sentence. "Okay" I say as a tear runs down my cheek.

He wipes away my tears before turning out the light and closing his eyes. Maybe I should sleep as well. Well at least try to.