TW: Suicide -panic attack

 Standing in front of me were THE Barrett Wilbert Weed and Grey Henson. I couldn't believe my eyes. "Are you okay?" Barrett asked, placing a hand on my shoulder. I flinched from the contact.

 "Uh, yes!" I said trying to calm down and put on a fake smile. I got up. "I'm fine," I said, "um, I gotta go." I told them, flustered.

 "Wait!" Grey exclaimed, grabbing my arm. I pulled away quickly. "Are you sure you're okay?" He asked. He and Barrett were glancing at my face worriedly. Shoot. My tears most have rubbed my make up off. Now everyone could see my bruises, clear as day. I broke down crying again.

  "Shit", Barrett muttered under her breath, "Why don't you come backstage with us?" 

 "Yeah!", Grey said, "You can hangout in my dressing room during the show."

 "Ok," I said, sniffing. I followed them backstage. 

 "Who's that?" Kyle asked.

 "This," Barrett replied, "is Bella. She's gonna be hanging out with us for a bit."

 "Cool!" Kyle exclaimed, "hi Bella! It's nice to meet you! I'm Kyle."

"I-I know." I replied, starstruck. 

"We're gonna go get ready," Grey told me, "will you be okay to stay here?"

"Y-yes," I told him.

They all left. I sat on the little blue couch that I knew from Erika's vlogs and took in the room. There was a rack with all of the costumes and one large desk with two chairs. There was a ton of fan art hung all over the room, and big blue curtains, letting in the evening light. Then, out of no where, I just started spiraling. I don't deserve this. I don't deserve anything good. They probably all hate me. I'm a burden. I ran up the stairs. 

 Up past the stage, up past the storage area, all the way up to the roof. I looked out over NYC, took a deep breath, and jumped.

AN: Sorry for the sad ending! Don't worry, Bella will be ok! I mean, what kind of book would this be if I killed my main character in Chapter 2? Anyway, bye! :) -TheatreGeek