Okay, HEY guys! :D This is my first post AND my first ever fanfiction which I had completed. My friends encouraged me to write more and here you go, hope you like it! :D
Bill's pov:
I had just finished singing, the concert was finally over. Everyone wanted my autograph. I for one was feeling stresses out, paranoid and depressed. I just wanted to go out, so I did. I took my lighter and a fresh pack of cigarettes and went out. It was raining. I could feel the rain falling hard on my skin and I could hear the pitter patter of the rain falling on something solid. I went to the nearest shade so that I could get away from the rain and lit my cigarette. I took off the seal of the cigarette and saw it twinkle in the light, and then I slowly opened the pack and smelled the first puff of nicotine. I took a cigarette lit it up and I took the first puff of the day, it seemed like every worry had gone away from my body and then puff all the smoke was exhaled from me taking all my worries and tension away from me after while the cigarette was finished. Everything came back to me, not in a bad way but this time in a good way.
It was getting cold in the streets of Seattle. The rain had stopped. I was feeling alone far no reason at all, I had my fans and my brother Tom and my friends (Gustav and Georg). One thing I was worrying about was that I didn’t have a true friend. I looked at my watch to see the time but it had stopped working. I took it off and threw it at the street and suddenly a poor beggar came took it and ran off. I was too worried to care. Suddenly some wind began to blow. I started to walk towards the hotel in which we were staying in. but suddenly somebody grabbed my wrist so hard I let out a scream of pain. I turned around and I saw a huge gangster type of guy. ‘Give me your wallet. Your mobile and your watch,’ he said in a very deep voice. I suddenly realized that I had left my mobile and back at the hotel, and I threw my watch.
‘I am really sorry but I don’t have anything on me,’ I said in a very strained voice. The next thing what he did was pull out his gun. This had never happened to before so I said ‘I told you I don’t have anything on me, I left everything in my hotel bedroom.’ I realized that he was not listening so I ran for it. The next thing I heard was the shot of a gun and everything got black.
