🎼Freedom fighters..come and go,

Bloody righteous, and mentally slow.

We're on the skids, we're off the lines,

Trapped inside these dangerous times,

Now we've reached the borderline -

Can start to smell the fear,

People say it could never happen here,

But this is a strange frontier.. 🎼

Freddie's P O V

The dodgy tour vehicle travelled bumpily across the busy streets in another country. The band were 8 weeks now into their A Night At The Opera Grand tour.

Me and my brunette boyfriend were at the bottom, cuddled up in cheap blankets, completing interviews and sheets of questions.

Our eyes stared awkwardly at one question.

Has Roger Got A Mental Disorder? ( Bipolar? )

Locking hesitant eyes with eachother, My Hand, of which held the pen, started to shake.

" Wh - What Do We Say? We Can't Keep This Up Forever. " the bassist said softly. I humbly sighed.

" I Know, Darling. But...I Don't Know What To Put. " I replied, and Deaky frowned

" J - Just Put..Uh..Say That You Have No Idea. That'll Bug 'Em. "

I had no choice but to hesitantly write the suggestion onto the page.

Brian's P O V

The blonde and me were up top, cuddled together and looking out of the forever changing window of the bus.

Roger claimed he was feeling okay today, and that he didn't want to be scared about telling everyone about his disorder.

His weak, small little smile was always a pleasure.

Seeing him so brave and confident..I felt like a proud parent.

It seemed hard to imagine that once, a while ago, I was contemplating whether I'd ever be with him. It seems-

" Brian! You're - You're Going Off Into Your Dreams Again!? Snap Out Of It, Bri! " a distant voice chuckled, and snapped his fingers. I gazed down and could only smirk as the tip of Roger's nose met mine.

" Ah, That's Better. " he teased, and kissed me softly, yet sharply.

For a moment we just stared passionately into each other's pupils, like we had eachother and nothing else. I gently cupped the drummer's cheeks with my bony hands and passionately snogged his face all over, making him hum in rapture.

​The boy started to giggle huskily as I worked my way down and pecked his delicate neck, making me chuckle too, having to bury my curly head on his chest and simply cuddle him close. " I'm So Proud Of You.. " I mumbled politely after I had risen myself.

Roger grinned with confidence and let me crawl upon him so our eyes met.

His face became a little deflated but he didn't seem upset. " Yeah. " he said lazily, his body relaxing. " Thanks, Brian. " and he paused. " Is Bad That I May Be A Little Bit..Uhm...Scared? " and his voice became higher.

I shook my head. " No, No. Not At All. " and he seemed to sigh out in relief. " They're Fans. They'll Support You, And Us, In Everything, Okay? "

Roger's P O V

I didn't like switching in and out of manic and depression, but bipolar thought otherwise, and I became relentless.

" Well - Wh - What About The Press..? The Haters..? The Dumbass Homophobics & Overall Haters Of Me As A Whole?! " I said, my voice unexpectedly fiery. Brian hesitated, and held my frosty hands.

He beckoned me to his lap and I obeyed. His face was full of emotion - so much that it was hard to tell how he was feeling - happy, worried? I knew I could do bad things to people, but I never understood who.

" Roggie, Honey, You Never Stop Worrying! "

My pupils thinned.

" He's Tired Of Your Moaning. "

" Just Wait - He'll Ask To Break Up! "

" Maybe He's Making You Feel Guilty. "

I felt trembles go down my spine, but I bravely held back tears of guilt and fear combined. For once, Brian didn't ask me if I was upset. He just looked at me, biting my lip, my body shivering and my brain washed with evil thoughts.

" I Always Worry. I Cant Help It! Its Who I Am..Its..Its None Of Y - Your Business. " I crooned, my voice weaker than a mouse. Brian looked sorrowfully at me, as if i had a stupid unsolvable problem

" What? " I hissed dreadfully. " You're Looking At Me Like All The Homophobics Do, Brian! You - You Are Such - A...A...."

His eyes seemed to glisten with small tears, and I went whiter than a sheet.

" Look What You've Done. "

" Great Job, You Dumbass. "

" Brian.. " I whispered humbly, and put my fingers on the side of his face, and his tears slowly retrieved, until he was just staring sadly at me. " I..I..I.. "

that's when he got up, and I watched him walk down to the bottom floor. I looked into a nearby mirror, and felt the rage empower me.

With a feisty groan of pain, I audibly slammed my elbow into the mirror, making it smash all over the floor, and watched my reflection to to pieces. I felt my mouth call out more screams of annoyance, and went on my knees. I've really fucked up now.

- A While Passes. -

When I woke up, I was being looked down on from the mental health area on the bus, specifically for myself. My doctor watched me revive, and smiled kindly. A friendly face at last.

" Wh..Wha...Huh.. " I could barely form a sentence. I was so tired and confused.

" It's Alright, Mr. Taylor. " the doctor said with a welcoming tone.

I finally sat up and looked around, recognising everything. I frowned when I remembered about Brian and me getting angry all of a sudden.

" Can I Ask Some Questions? "

I considered my many answers, and went with, " If..You Must. "

" Thank You. " he rewarded, as if he were proud. I felt like a child being taught. " What Made You Angry, Roger? "

I looked down and sighed. The only person I really could talk about my disease to was the doctor, so I hesitated only slightly to admit it was Brian, but I didn't know why.

" Did You Hurt Brian? "

I shook my head. " I Didn't Hurt Him Physically, But I Shouted At Him And He Got Upset. Wh - Where Is He..? "

The man replied. " He's Completing An Interview. " and I groaned in mental stress and agony. " He's Gonna Talk About Me, Doc. He's Gonna Make Everyone Hate Me. "

And with that, I walked out. Brian looked at me for a second, and his face saddened. I stopped and looked at him equally, and the camera once facing him turned to me. I looked at the camera, knowing that loads of fans were watching.

" Roger, Can You Elaborate On Your Mental Health Please? " a woman said, and I hesitated.

" I - I - I..Um.. " I looked at Brian, and he just stared. I gave him the eyes. ' Help Me!? ' I said to him, in my body language. He took a step backwards and I looked at him in disgust. " You Bastard. " I said, tears welling up in my eyes.

" You Said You'd Always Have My Back..You - You Said You'd Never Hurt M - Me... " and my voice was in a low growl. My mouth was gushing and I just wanted everything to be over.

Brian didn't even speak. He just watched me in horror and guilt.

Brian's P O V

I'd never seen him so feral. Tears streamed down his face like waterfalls, and he attempted to be intimidating, but I knew Roger. As everyone backed away, I came forwards to him, and did the most unexpected.

I wrapped him up in my arms and squeezed him tight until I felt him become gentle and harmless again.

I felt my shirt grow wet as he sobbed uncontrollably into my shirt and I just looked at the cameraman. I sighed. " Delete That Or I'll Fucking Kill You... " I said, both quietly and aggressively. " Nobody Has To Know About This. You Say Anything And I Will Find You And Fucking Fire You... "

- An Hour Later, After A Long Concert. -

Roger and I came towards the front of the stage, and he leaned into the mic. I nodded at him, as if to say, " I've Got Your Back, I Wont Hurt You. Its Okay. ' and he started;