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A Paper Heart	By : AllAmericanPipes Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > All American Rejects Views: 1735 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know the members of The All-American Rejects. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Part X
My Bedside is Cold, For I Am Gone

Tyson walked off the jet and into the unknown territory of Canada. This was the fourth country he had been to in the past month. No one knew him here, and he figured that was a relatively good thing, as only he knew what he had come here to do. He soon walked out of the airport, searching desperately for a taxicab. Upon finding one, he hopped in and the driver turned his gaze towards the young musician.
“Eh, where to?” The driver inquired. Tyson didn’t exactly know where he was headed, but soon came up with a response.
“To the nearest hotel.” The driver nodded at his words and began to drive, leaving the environment of the cab in silence. Tyson stared out the window, thoughts whizzing through his head. He’d lost everything he’d ever really cared about. His music had left him the moment he realized he had killed his unborn son and he had pushed Piper away because of it. One thing had just led to another. She had become everything to him; she was the air he breathed, but he wasn’t about to inflict any more pain on her. He had caused her enough. A tear fell from his eyes as he thought of her. He closed his eyes for a moment but all he could see was her smiling at him in his INXS shirt, which she loved. He knew leaving was the best thing, but how could he live without her? He knew it wasn’t possible. The cab suddenly came to a stop.
“That’ll be ten dollars.” The driver stated snapping Tyson from his thoughts. He swiftly took his wallet from his back pocket and paid the driver. He stepped out of the cab and into the cool night breeze of Ajax. He looked around at his present surroundings searching for something, anything to end his pain and anguish. His eyes soon caught sight of the liquor store across the street. He began to walk in that direction, soon also noticing the pawn shop next door. He found himself among other’s old and dirty belongings a moment later. He began looking for the thing that had initially brought him here. The cashier began to watch him and walked over to Tyson who looked rather bewildered walking around the shop.
“May I help you?” He asked as Tyson, startled by the sudden break of silence, turned.
“Do you sell guns?” Tyson had found his escape from all the pain that was slowly consuming him. The man nodded, rather taken back by Tyson’s bluntness, and led him to the front counter. Several handguns lay under the glass, all of which were inexpensive. “Can I take it with me today?” Tyson asked the cashier after choosing a gun he liked and filling out the proper paper work.
“It’ll cost you extra.” The man replied. Tyson slammed a few hundred dollars on the counter. “Here you are. Be careful how you use it, eh?” The cashier exchanged the gun for the cash. Tyson hid the gun in the confines of his jacket and walked out of the shop. The liquor store again caught his eye as he began to walk to the hotel. He stopped, thought a moment, and shortly found himself standing in front of an aisle of whiskey. Several bottles of Jack Daniels were staring him down. He grabbed one, paid for it, and walked out. He knew he was going to have to be trashed in order to do what he had planned. He was going to end the pain for good. He would never be able to harm Piper again.

Tyson sat on the edge of the cheap hotel bed, a half empty bottle of Jack Daniels in his left hand and his cell phone in his right. The gun he bought earlier lay beside him, begging him to pull the trigger. Even being as drunk as he was he knew he needed to talk to Piper one last time. He wanted to die to the sound of her voice. He needed to tell her not to worry and to move on. He soon heard a ringing on the other end of the line.

Meanwhile, Piper and Nick were in her new apartment unpacking boxes and such when Piper heard her cell phone ring. It took her a moment to locate it, but she soon did and viewed Tyson’s cell number on the caller ID. She quickly answered the phone, silently praying that he was all right. After all this was the first time she’d heard from him in a month.
“Ty?” She asked, next to tears. Tyson fought a sob at the sound of her voice.
“Pipes, I just wanted to tell you I was sorry for everything and,” he was cut off by Piper. Nick sat in shock as Piper spoke.
“Ty, it’s all right. None of this is your fault. Please just come home. Where are you, anyway? I’ve been so worried ‘cuz no one had heard from you. Ty, why’d you run off?” She prayed he would answer. He didn’t expect her to ask questions or even to speak as much as she was. She could now hear him crying. “Ty, please tell me where you are. God, I’ve missed you.” Those were the words he shouldn’t have heard.
“Pipes, I love you with everything I’ve got inside of me, but I’m not gonna hurt you again,” he paused throwing the half empty bottle across the room and picking up the gun. “Ever again.” With that he pulled the trigger. The last thing he heard was Piper scream.
“Piper!” Nick yelled when Piper screamed and fell to the ground, sobs racking through her body. She couldn’t stop sobbing or screaming. “Piper, what happened?!” He was freaking out and fearing the worst.
“Ty…” She couldn’t bring herself to say what had just happened. In trying to relieve Piper’s pain Tyson had just increased it.
“What the fuck happened?!” Nick questioned again. Piper turned her gaze to him, tears still falling from her eyes. She could barely breathe.
“Ty, he’s dead.” She managed to get out. Nick grabbed the phone from her hands.
“Tyson! Damn it, Tyson, talk to me! You can’t fucking be dead!” On the other end of the line Tyson sat. Why was he still alive? He felt no pain, though he had just shot himself in the head. He could hear Nick yelling on the other line. He quickly picked up the gun. He hit himself upside the head; he had forgotten to buy bullets in his haste to commit suicide. He picked up his phone.
“Nick?” He asked. Nick turned to Piper.
“Piper, he’s alive!” Nick yelled and began, again, to talk to Tyson. “Tyson, where are you?” He asked, rather relieved. Tyson thought a second.
“Canada. I think I’m in Ajax.” He replied. Nick began to walk out of Piper’s apartment.
“Look, don’t move from where you are. I’m gonna come and get you. Please, don’t try and hurt yourself again.” Nick begged.
“Yeah, but I wanna die. I don’t wanna hurt her again.” Tyson began to cry. Nick was stunned as he turned his car on. He had quickly told Piper what was going on before he left.
“Killing yourself isn’t the answer. She loves you and killing yourself is only gonna kill her. You don’t want her to die, do you?” Nick asked, heading towards the airport.
“No.” Tyson replied, wishing he hadn’t thrown the bottle of Jack Daniels across the room. He needed a drink. “I love Pipes.” A sob again escaped him. Nick had talked a little bit of sense into him.
“This is why I’m coming to get you. I know you love her, and you need to believe me when I say that she loves you and would do anything to get you back.” Tyson was now pacing around the small hotel room. “Now, are you in a hotel, or where are you?” Nick asked, hoping to keep Tyson talking until he boarded the plane.
“In a hotel, close to the airport.” He replied, pain ripping through his head. The alcohol had finally gotten to him. He screamed out in pain causing a shock of fear to run through Nick.
“Tyson, you alright?” His voice reflected his fear. Tyson knew he was going to pass out soon.
“Hurry, Nick.” Tyson replied and hung up the phone. He passed out a moment later.

Nick quickly stepped off the plane and ran out of the airport in search of a taxi. Upon finding one he told the driver to take him to the nearest hotel. The liquor store and pawnshop soon came into view. Nick began to realize what Tyson had done. He then spotted the hotel across the street. The cab pulled over and Nick paid the driver and jumped out of the cab. Police cars cluttered the street. He burst into the hotel. He ran to the clerk at the front desk.
“What room is Tyson Ritter in?” The clerk raised his eyebrow as the policeman approached him.
“You a friend of his?” The officer asked. Nick nodded.
“Yeah, where is he? I got here as fast as I could. I’m Nick Wheeler.”
“He’s in his room. We questioned him, but he just wanted to be alone. We took away the gun, having found it was a suicide attempt, and now have an officer standing outside the door. When he told us he had a friend coming to get him we figured someone had already intervened, but wanted to make sure he stayed where he was, especially in his condition.” He stated as he and Nick walked to the room where Tyson lay passed out on the bed. When the door to the room opened Tyson lifted his head to view whom had just entered. Nick turned to the officer.
“I know you’re probably gonna fine him for this, but you don’t plan to arrest right? I really think the best thing is to get him home. He’s been country hopping for a month now.” The officer nodded in agreement to Nick’s words and then walked out giving the two musicians sometime alone. Nick sat on the edge of the bed feeling a slight sense of déjà vu.
“You scared the shit out of me, you know that right?” A grunt was his reply. “Come on, get your ass up and moving. I’m taking you back to Stillwater and you’re gonna stay at my house so I can keep an eye on you. You’re damn lucky I don’t send you to a shrink.” Tyson tried to protest, but finding he couldn’t even sit, he just grunted. Nick proceeded to get him standing and walked out of the room. The officer smiled, touched by Nick’s commitment of friendship to Tyson.
“Eh, you want a ride to the airport?” Nick nodded as the officer helped Nick get Tyson in the car.

Piper now sat in the window seat of her new apartment. She was talking to Nick in Stillwater. He had called her the moment they had landed. He wanted to make sure she knew he was gonna be fine.
“Nick, I’m coming to Stillwater. He needs me and I’m not gonna sit here and do nothing.” She was furious that Nick had even suggested her not being there by Tyson’s side when he obviously needed her. Nick was growing rather annoyed by Piper’s stubbornness. He knew Tyson needed some time alone so that he could think some things through.
“Piper, stop being fucking difficult. He tried to kill himself because he didn’t want to hurt you.” Piper sighed.
“Can I at least talk to him? Please, Nick, at least let me talk to him.” She was begging and he sighed. He knew Tyson was sound asleep.
“He’s sleeping right now.” He stated. “Piper, I’ll call you and tell you how he’s doing. You need to try and move on. You can’t wait around for him like this. He loves you yes, but think about what he’s done to you. Hell, think about what you’ve done to each other. He needs to think and get his life back on track. You need to focus on your career. You understand?” He could hear her familiar sobs on the other end of the line.
“Yeah, just tell him I love him.” With that she hung up the phone. A single song pooped into her head and little did she know, but it was the same song that Tyson was singing at that very moment. He sat with nothing but his guitar as he sang the words he had once written. They’re meaning, never fully making sense until now.
“Please just don’t play with me, my paper heart will bleed, this wait for destiny won’t do, be with me please I beseech you, simple things that make you run a way, catch you if I can, tears fall down your face, the taste, is something new, something that I know, moving on is, easiest when I am around you, so bottle up old love ad throw it out to sea, watch it away as you cry, now a year has past, the seasons go, please just don’t play with me, my paper heart will bleed, this wait for destiny won’t do, be with me please I beseech you, simple things that make you run a way, catch you if I can, waiting day to day goes through, my lips are sealed for her, my tongue is, tied to a dream of being with you, to settle for less, is not what I prefer, so bottle up old love ad throw it out to sea, watch it away as you cry, now a year has past, the seasons go, please just don’t play with me, my paper heart will bleed, this wait for destiny won’t do, be with me please I beseech you, simple things that make you run a way, catch you if I can, summertime, the nights they are so long, the leaves fall down, and so do I to the arms of a friend, winter nights, my beside is cold, for I am gone, and spring blossoms you to me, summertime, the nights they are so long, the leaves fall down, and so do I to the arms of a friend, winter nights, my beside is cold, for I am gone, and spring blossoms you to me.” Tears fell from his eyes as he sang. This song was for her. He needed her, but he had lost her.
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