Nick
It was like she had a switch in her brain, controlling her emotions and feelings. But there was fault. Something in her connection that made her veins boil, something that we needed to fix.
She'd fallen into a deep sleep on the way to our venue. Apparently, it's something she does alot. When she needs to get away from it all, she sleeps.
We arrived at the hotel at 9:23PM. She'd been asleep since 11:30AM.
I really didn't want to awake the sleeping beauty, so I carried her.
It was no problem, she wasn't heavy, in fact she was incredibly light.
We got some looks as we strode into the hotel, with a sleeping girl in my arms. But I didn't care. She needed our help. I was willing to try.
We made a last minute swap with the rooms. My parents were sharing a room with Frankie, who'd watched Skye intently whilst we drove.
Kevin and Danielle were now together in their own single room.
Joe and I were sharing a double room, with us sharing one half and Skye with her own privacy in the other.
After being given the low-down talk with my parents, we made our way to our rooms.
Joe smiled at me as I set Skye down on her bed.
"What?" An embarrassed half-smirk spread weakly across my face.
"Nothing." Joe grinned. I nudged him with my shoulder.
"She's beautiful, even asleep." Joe said matter-of-factly.
I nodded. "Yeah. She is." I turned into our doorway and Joe followed me.
Tomorrow we'd get her up and lively, make sure she's having fun. Try and make her forget about her worries.
Or so I thought.
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Skye
The smell rose up my nostrils. My eyes shot open, only to witness flashes of red and orange inches away from my face. My heart pounded, as I stiffened backwards, trying to edge myself up against the back of bed.
The whole room was engulfed with thick black smoke. I held my sleeve up to my mouth trying to not breathe in the toxic fumes.
The sound that fire makes is terrifying. The loud snaps and crackles is not like poured milk in cereal. The bed I'd been laying on was becoming dark with colour as the flames flickered closer up the sheets.
My mouth was dry, but there was only thing to do.
Scream.
Scream as loud as possible.
But I couldn't, my mouth like sandpaper and my tongue stuck to the roof of my mouth, and I could'nt breathe. I shut my eyes closed. Wishing I could escape. Tears streamed down my cheeks, providing the only water element in the room. I felt the heat coming closer, rising under my cheeks.
Suddenly, my voice broke. I screamed.
As loud as I could.
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Nick
Joe and I were just mumbling to each other, almost dropping off into slumber. When a scream erupted from Skye's room.
The both of us jumped out of bed and stormed through the door connecting the two rooms.
Skye's state was disturbing. Her eyes pinned shut, her mouth screeching with stifled yells. Her body thrashing around the bed, the sheets torn from made-up corner and she was distressed to say the least.
Joe looked at me panic-stricken, he bent down trying to hold her hand.
"Skye, Skye. Hey, hey, it's ok, calm down. Skye, shh." I'd never heard my brother's voice as frightened as this before.
I myself, was speechless.
I placed my hand on her jolting shoulder.
"Skye." With her name said once, her eyes shot open.
Bloodshot and terrified.
Her eyes squinted around the room, noticing each detail from the white lily's on the shiny wooden stool in the corner, to the embroidery curtains.
Her tired brown eyes finally rested on Joe, and then myself.
"Was it a...A.. Dream?" She whispered, her voice barely audible.
Joe nodded. I stood there in awe, an ordeal that had lasted not even a minute had shown me how vulnerable she was. She was worth protecting. I knew that much.
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Skye
After the awkward night with my insane nightmares, the day that ensued was not what I expected.
They spoke to me, but I responded with faint head movements and quite grunts. You may think I'm totally ignorant and rude, but I didn't know how to be nice anymore. I couldn't find the old me. The me that could have a laugh at anything with anybody, that made people happy and have fun wherever I went. The person that was able to make friends with anybody.
That person was long gone.
I watched as they got up on stage for sound check. There were already hundreds of girls crowded around the stage, screeching and screaming.
"I LOVE YOU!"
"JOE MARRY ME!" etc. You know the drill.
Seeing as I was trying hard not to let my soft side show, I decided the only way I could express any emotion without it overpowering me was anger, or annoyance. So I slated every girl that caught my eye, in my mind of course.
What stupid little girls, they're just people... who have incredible talent and charisma. Who the fuck am I kidding? I was jealous that I couldn't be the one right at the front screaming their names and grabbing onto their hands at every moment I could.
Yeah right.
Did I?
There was a part of me that wishes I could be a fan again, just so I could forget about wanting my dream.
But then there's the other part of me, that wishes I could live the dream and have fans screaming my name every night, instead of me screaming theirs.
As they played their set, my eyes were set on all three of them. I didn't want to feel something towards them. But it was hard not to.
Casper believed in me when no one else did.
He wanted me to be happy, and he knew they only way I could obtain it was to be on stage, performing to my heart's content.
Casper was the best brother in the world. And for some reason, I saw traits that he had in the three Jonas'.
I was interrupted by my daydream by a soft small hand slipping itself in mine.
I looked down and saw two brown eyes staring up at me.
Frankie looked just like Nick.
I'd always had a soft spot for kids, they're just great. I gave him a weak smile, and he squeezed my hand gently.
I felt the Jonas parents stare on us both, and Danielle came over to us.
"Hey." She said softly.
I blinked.
"Hey." I said quietly, but I literally didn't really believe I even heard myself say it.
She put her arm around my shoulder softly.
"You know, if you ever needed someone to talk to..." My heart skipped a beat, my eyes started to burn again. No, this was not happening.
I shrugged her grip off my shoulder.
I uncurled my hand from Frankie's and wondered off backstage.
I didn't know where I was going. I didn't care where I was going.
I just wanted some time to myself.
About fifteen minutes later I was in a room filled with comfy looking sofa's and a rather large vending machine. I walked over to it, then my foot came into hard contact with it. I kicked it over and over again, until I couldn't stop myself. I gripped the side of it's cold metal frame, and pulled my head back and forward banging against the glass door, that separated me from chocolate and soda's of some kind.
I was sure I was in there for at least half an hour, until I felt someone's strong arms grip underneath my body and pulled me into a safe tight hug.
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Nick
The noise that was being created she seemed to be oblivious to, and after all three of us shouted at her to stop, she didn't seem to hear.
I had to stop her, why was she putting herself through so much pain?
Why was torturing herself? I wanted to help her so bad. She was beautiful, talented and I'm sure she had an amazing personality underneath all the mystery and odd behaviour she exposed us to so far.
As I held her in a tight hug I lifted her away from the vending machine and sat on the sofa with her. She didn't struggle. She sat limply in my arms, defeated and exhausted.
"Why are you doing this to yourself?" I asked, I didn't expect her to respond, most of the questions that you asked Skye were rhetorical.
"It's all my fault." She quivered. By this time, everyone was in the backstage room, we'd gained an audience but she didn't seem to care, or probably hadn't noticed.
"What's all your fault sweetie?" Joe bent down to her level and asked her gently.
"Everything." And with that, tears fell from her face.
I used my thumb to wipe away her tears.
Suddenly, we were called to go and get ready for our first performance.
We couldn't leave her there. Then I had an idea. No one may agree to it, but it had to make her believe again.
I grabbed her hand, dragging her along with my brothers and the band. She didn't take in where we were going or what we were about to do.
She was going to be in the spotlight tonight, whether she liked it or not.
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Skye
I didn't remember anything that happened before the light hit me.
I was just walking somewhere, with someone.
Then all of a sudden, my dreams seemed to of became reality.
Ear-splitting screams rumbled through my ears, my heart thumped hard on my chest. You know when a really loud song is playing, and your whole body is jolting and you put your hand to your heart or throat and you feel the jumping and vibes electrifying inside of you?
Well, it was like that.
Lights blinded me, and I saw thousands of faces staring down. I blinked.
Trying desperately to make sense of what I was experiencing.
I looked over, and saw the three boys standing and smiling at the crowd.
Then I heard Nick's voice boom into the microphone.
"I hope you don't mind but we've a special guest with us tonight." The crowd screamed. I'm guessing they were talking about me?
"Skye Singer!" Joe yelled and pointed at me. I stood there, motionless.
The audience nonetheless cheered for me, as if I was some megastar.
As they started to play their set, I sat with the band, just observing the wondrous arena and the amazing atmosphere.
I knew this is where I should be, but I couldn't do it without Casper.
Suddenly, just before my almost-happy emotions were drained from me, I felt a hand pull me up and the song that got me everytime I used to listen to it. And why they were playing it to me was kind of ironic.
"There's a lot you don't notice when you read between the lines,
The future's out of focus, when you're blinded by the light,"
As Joe held me, he blinked up at the light and smiled, and I dared to give a weak smile back.
"It's a hope for all the hopeless,
In the worst of trying times,"
It was like they were singing my life story to me, and they held my hands and gripped me tight, and I felt like a human again. With real feelings.
"I resort to being speechless,
Cause our love won't survive,
Our love won't survive."
And as I took in their beauty, essence and pure devotion.
A tiny, very small part of me...
Wanted to sing along.
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