18 - Sober

~Pearl’s Point of View~

How is it already time? How is it now?

This is it, ten minutes to show time and I still have no fucking idea if I can even do this. I threw myself in the bathroom like a coward to get away from Corey, my heart was nearly beating out of my chest.

“Pearl? Sweetie it’s Jude, let me in,” I heard, as I began to hyperventilate. Corey wouldn’t be at all happy he wasn’t the one to soothe me but right now I didn’t care.

I opened the door and grabbed at the body there, finding an arm and jerking it. I then slammed the door shut and locked it.

“Did Corey tell you,” I said, nearly breathless.

“Tell me what? Stage fright? Don’t think I don’t get it too, even after all this time,” Jude said, putting his inked hands on my shoulders.

Corey didn’t tell him?

“How many people do you think are out there,” I whispered.

“Don’t think like that, you can’t honey,” he said, rubbing my shoulders.

“But it’s not just that I…” I trailed off, my eyes were shut.

I felt his forehea