Somewhere in Neverland | All Time Low *Completed*

16 year old Wendy Price isn't the prettiest or most popular girl in school. After being dragged to an All Time Low concert by her emo best friend Gemma, Wendy finds herself stuck in numerous unlikely situations with lead singer, Alex Gaskarth. But maybe Alex turned up for a reason? Maybe Alex can take Wendy to a place where anything is possible? Maybe he can take her to Neverland? Based on the All time Low song 'Somewhere in Neverland'. Contains slight mature content


33. Going over the Edge

I felt the blood trickle over my palm, hot and sticky. I felt the tears escape my eyes, flooding down my face, betraying me, erasing any trace of control that I'd had. My mother wrapped her arms around me, pulling me into her, resting my head against her shoulder. 

"Its going to get better," she whispered, "it'll all be okay..."

Something in that sentence made me snap back to reality. "It's not okay, mom. Alex is gone. He'll never come back, and I can't live without him. It's not going to get better... I-I'm not going to b-be okay..." I choked, erupting into sobs and pulling away from her.



I ran, feeling the harsh breeze rush through my hair, and grimaced as I felt icy raindrops begin to fall from the sky. They penetrated me like glass daggers, slicing my skin and chilling me to the bone. I barely noticed... all I could think of was Alex... Alex had died for me... I wanted to die for him...


My own tears continued to mix with the raindrops as each began gushing down my cheeks. I needed to get away from all this... I need... I needed...


I ran into my house and went straight for the alcohol cupboard. I hadn't gone near it since Alex had last been round, and we'd had some drinks and watched movies, like Peter Pan, and he'd told me how he'd wished we could've ran away together and made up our own little place away from everyone. He'd told me we were going to do it, we were going to run away. I'd just giggled - now I wished I had taken him more seriously.


I choked back tears as I reached for two bottles of Smirnoff, then ran them up to my room and hid them under my bed, with my razors. I fumbled around and found a small red plastic pot, which I usually stored candy in, and poured some of the Vodka; I knocked it back, indulging in the warm feeling the liquid put in the back of my throat. The alcohol numbed me, made me feel almost whole again. I poured some more, and drank, enjoying how much more calm I was becoming, until finally I fell asleep...


...and for the first time since his death, I didn't dream of Alex.


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this is kia. Emma isn't updating any more....

I hope this is okay ^_^ favourite for more?



-alltimelowparamorelove xx(kia)

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