I Am Not Afraid To Walk This World On Tour

This is the sequel to I Am Not Afraid To Walk This World Alone.

Safe from her father, Riley is asked on tour with My Chemical Romance, Fall Out Boy and Panic! At The Disco. She believes for a while that her struggles are over, but are they?


3. Chapter Three - The Flight

About an hour into the flight, I get up and head to the loo. Wen I come back, everyone but a very drunk Brendon is gone.

"What the-?" I look over him. He begins giggling at something he said to himself. "Brendon?" I ask cautiously, afraid as to how he'll react. He spins around quickly, then shuts his eyes from dizziness. 

"Riley? Yes?" He raises one eyebrow. I nod.

"We've only been on the flight for an hour or something like that. How are you drunk already?" I question, picking up empty bottles that lie around him. I get a flashback to when Dad would be drunk and Mum knocked unconscious.

"I don't know. I had- What did I have?"

"Many things. And I don't think I wanna know them." I chuckle and throw the bottles in a small bin by Brendon's chair. I look around, debating whether to try and find them, but decide against it. I go to sit next to Brendon, but the aroma of alcohol makes me decide against it. Instead, I sit a few rows away and push my headphones into my ears listening to Twenty One Pilots. I turn on Migraine. I sigh and let the words flow over me.

Am I the only one I know
Waging my wars behind my face and above my throat
Shadows will scream that I'm alone

I-I-I I've got a migraine
And my pain will range from up, down, and sideways
Thank God it's Friday cause Fridays will always be better than Sundays
Cause Sundays are my suicide days

I don't know why they always seem so dismal
Thunderstorms, clouds, snow and a slight drizzle
Whether it's the weather or the ledges by my bed
Sometimes death seems better than the migraine in my head
Let it be said what the headache represents
It's me defending in suspense
It's me suspended in a defenceless test
Being tested by a ruthless examiner
That's represented best by my depressing thoughts
I do not have writer's block my writer just hates the clock

I'm interrupted when everyone walks in looking glum.

"Why didn't you try and find us?" Mikey asks, sitting next to me.

"Hm, let's see. Thousands of feet in the air, with nothing but water below. I think you were still on the plane." Everyone nods, but I see Gerard go pale. "Gee?"

"Don't mind me. I'm just thinking about the possibility of us being sent up in flames and crashing into the nothing but water below."

"Sorry. I forgot you don't do planes."

"Nope, not really. I chuckle and grab his hand pulling him to sit next to me.

"Listen. How many flights have you been on? You are still here! When your time comes, you'll know. Trust me. I know." I look down and Gee just grunts.

We sit in silence for a while until Brendon starts to sing quite loudly. We all begin laughing again and I sigh.

"I wish I have my guitar on this part of the plane... We could try and drown out his singing!" Brendon suddenly stops and looks at me. 

"I heard that!"

"You were meant to!"

After a few moments of silence, Gerard starts singing This Is Gospel and Brendon just stares at him before screaming for him to stop. As everybody begins to laugh, I watch Pete get up and he taps me twice on the shoulder as he walks past. My head follows him and I get up. 

"I'll be back soon." I whisper to Gee.

"Riley, Pete told us all that he was gonna talk to you."

"You might not have known that. You might have wondered where I was."

"I'm going to quote you now, thousands of feet in the air." 

"Oh well! Leave me alone!" I punch him lightly and walk off. I get really light headed and hold myself against a wall for a moment, before walking to Pete. "What's up?" I say, supporting my weight on the wall behind me. 

"Actually, that's what I was about to ask you."


"I'm not dumb. Who did you get a text from?" He crosses his arms and I tense a little.

"I don't know what you mean."

"Riley. Don't bullshit me. Please."

"I-I..." I feel tears welling and my head gets dizzy again. "I don't feel great..." I look down and see my jeans are soaked with blood.

"Riley?" I sink to the floor and lean my head against the wall. "Shit! Riley? Guys! Gee! Patrick!" I hear footsteps before everything goes black.


I wake up and I'm laying across a few seats. I look across and see Pete, Patrick and Gerard looking at my phone. I look down and see fresh bandages on my leg and I'm wearing shorts.

"Where are we?" They all look up.

"We're still on the plane. We have about half an hour left of the flight." Patrick says, rubbing my arm.

"And why are you on my phone?" That's when it hits me. Shit. They are now going to read the text. 

"Do you think the text is from your Mom?" Pete asks.

"I-I don't know."

"What do you mean?" Gee asks.

"I mean I don't know!" I snap. "Jesus! I had to see my Dad yesterday and that really fucked me up and then just as I was getting over it I get that bloody text? I don't know what the hell is happening!"

All three men look taken aback.

"Sorry..." Gee says, dropping his head.

"No, I am. I shouldn't have snapped."

"No, it is my fault. I bought you that so that you could have your own privacy. But I do have a question."

"Yeah?" I ask warily.

"How long?"

"What?" He just looks at my leg. Shit.

"Only this morning. I swear. I was trying to clear my thoughts."

"I thought you were using the sketch books from Ray?" Patrick asks.

"Sometimes it doesn't work. Plus, it's all in my suitcase."

"Oh. Well..."

"You need to talk to us, Ri. If you feel like this you gotta tell someone. Please." Pete says. "There are a lot of us on this plane that have felt how you feel. Honestly, try talking." I just shrug and we hear an announcement saying we are about to land, so the guys sit down and strap in. 

This is it. Back in England. I just hope we don't bump into Mum...

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