Lost Promises [1]

"You're my best friend," Melissa's hand in Wendy's was getting cold. "I'll always love you."
Wendy's tears poured out silently. "I'll never forget you."
And then Melissa closed her eyes and went to sleep. She never woke up.

Destiny is calling me.
Wendy stepped onto the concrete and walked up to the door of the lavish town house. She knocked softly and shifted nervously. The door was pulled open and he was there. "Wendy?"
"Umm," she rubbed her arm and looked to the ground, "Felicia invited me."
"Oh," he didn't move.
"It's been a while," she said softly.
"Yeah," he scratched the back of his head. "Not since Melissa died."
Wendy froze and clinched her eyes shut. "I should go."
"No!" He grabbed her arm as she turned. She looked at him with tears in her eyes. "Can I see you again?"
She shook her head. "I can't."
"Why not?"
"You remind me too much of her." Wendy turned and scurried off down the sidewalk leaving Trace Cyrus to stand lonely on the steps.

Open up my eager eyes.
The club was warm and packed. Trace strummed his guitar as the girls screamed his name. He wasn't paying attention to them. He removed the guitar from his shoulders and set it on its stand. A stage hand ran past him to make adjustments to the speakers.
Mason was talking to some girls in the crowd. Trace sighed and walked off the stage. He wandered into the band room and sighed at the amount of groupies. He needed quiet.
Voices dimmed once he stepped outside the club. The Las Angeles weather was dry and he sighed and leaned against the wall of the club.
Wendy wouldn't get out of his brain. He kept seeing her crying on the hospital bed. He kept seeing Melissa's frozen face, her lips turned upward in a small smile. He remembered how he had tried to console Wendy and how she had run from him. The numerous phone calls and then the day he ran out of patience and drove to her house only to find out she was gone, forever. Now she was in Las Angeles. How she got here and why he didn't know. But she was here.
"Damn it," he buried his face in his hands.
"Trace?" He looked up at the sound of Mason's voice.
"I'm fine," he answered before Mason could even ask.
"Whatever you say man, but we're on in a few minutes so hurry up."
"I'll be in soon." Mason disappeared back into the building. "I'm sorry Melissa. I never kept my promise," and he too went back into the building.


Because I'm Mr. Brightside.
I know short. Too short for my taste. I used to write the longest chapters. Once I got up to 20pages in one chapter. Those were the not so good days were writing and suffering the internet for weird cartoony things was my life. Good thing I grew up and got an actually like. lol. anywho, this is only a thing I did out of boredom and writers block. Banner and criticism would be very appreciated.


Lyrics: The Killer's, Mr. Brightside