The Makeup Artist [Hemmings]

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{chapter 1}

"Tell me how you've been Lucy?" My shrink Dr. Jamison asked me.

"What is there to tell?" I sarcastically smiled at him as I laid back and looked at the diplomas on the wall.

"Anything, anything you want." My hour had just begun and since day 1 I never told him anything, he's been trying for months, but I don't want to relive my past.

"Well there isn't anything." I said pulling out a cigarette from my pocket taking it swirling it around in my fingers. "Do you want to talk about why you started smoking again?" He asked scribbling something down on that God damn infuriating clipboard.

"Is it fucking lit?" I snapped at him and he looked taken aback by my sudden outburst. We sat in silence for 10 minutes before he spoke again. "I talked to your uncle." I turned my head to look at him crossing my legs and dangling them over the edge of the couch.

"And he said?" I asked circling my hand for him to go on. "He said you had a new band to go on tour with." I nodded my head turning my attention back to the cigarette in between my fingers. "That will be fun!" He added. I just turned and gave him a smirk as I looked to the clock. 20 minutes to go.

"Are you taking your medicine?" I nodded. Lie, it had been weeks since I had taken the medicine that keeps me sane.

"Are you still having nightmares?" I laid there for a minute thinking about all the dark thoughts and dreams that keep me up a night. I shook my head.

"Are you writing in your journal?" I nodded. Lie. I don't like to relive the thoughts that haunt me at night.

"Are you ever going to talk about what happened with your parents?" He suddenly asked.

"Don't you fucking dare bring them up." I said with a stern voice rising up and putting the cigarette to my lips and digging in my bag to find a lighter, I flipped my lighter and lit the cigarette between my lips. "I thought you weren't smoking?" He sarcastically smirked at me. "You're the fucking reason I do." I yelled as I walked out of the door.

"You can't smoke in here." The lady at the front desk yelled to me. I turned around and inhaled deeply and let the smoke take over my body. I let the smoke pass my lips and flipped the front lady the bird as I walked out of the door.

I began walking down the busy streets of LA where I lived with my uncle John Feldmann. Yes, my uncle is the famous John Feldmann from Goldfinger and yes, he produces music for All Time Low and Sleeping With Sirens and some other band I'm really not into I think it's something about spring or summer.

I guess that's why I had always gotten such great makeup gigs. My career started back when I was in Florida, I got a really awesome gig with A Day To Remember right when I got out of cosmetology school. I never planned on working with bands and traveling, but after that first tour I was hooked.

After things got bad at home, I came to live with my uncle. My life was at an all time low when I had arrived at his home. I thought nothing could ever fix me, but then I met my best friends Alex Gaskarth and Jack Barakat. They had come in to record in my uncles studio a few times before they really met me. I would hide out behind the doors and listen and then I would make appearances and soon Alex and I got talking. It was him who I first really opened up to, he understood me and where I came from and what I had been through.

Jack was the next one I met, he would notice I was sad or upset sometimes and would always make the dumbest comments to try and make me smile and laugh and wouldn't stop till I did. After a few months all the guys asked me to come and do their makeup and be their stylist on tour, and of course I accepted. Those 6 months were the best months of my life. I had no visions, nightmares, and I wasn't afraid because I knew the guys would protect me and never hurt me.