When new girl Michelle joins A-troupe, everything changes. What'll happen now that Emily's throne is up for grabs? With love comes scandal, sex and secrecy, and with these dancers, there's always a price to pay.
The Next Step TV show reimagined as...
Trigger Warning- Mention of sexual coercion and mention of an attempt of sexual assault.
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Chloe's hand grips mine tightly, her tear stained eyes now dry from the rigorous amount of wiping she's done to her face.
She's washed it about seventeen times, and I stood back idly allowing her to go through her process of grief. She told me she didn't need me to be there, but I knew that she did. She needs me, and I'm more than willing to help her out.
If I didn't have Hunter whilst going through what I went through, I honestly don't know if I'd still be here today. He helped me to see that life was worth living, and his support helped to propel me from my own suicidal hole.
I don't like to think about it much, the pain I went through, the experiences I've had in Madison all haunt me, and my scars have mostly healed now, they're only thin white lines that can be covered quite easily with makeup in the summer and leggings or jeans in the winter.
But they'll always be there, it's who I am. It's a constant nightmare, every night I have to stare up at the stars being projected on to my walls in the hope that my dreams won't steer me to that dark place once again.
They're less frequent now, only every once in a while. The last nightmare I had was after Eldon left my house, the thought of him humiliating me for using a 'childish' coping mechanism struck a cord with me, tearing a wound that I had thought had once healed.
It won't ever heal, I know that now. I had to go through therapy, and my parents kept watch over me often, never leaving me alone for too long in case I tried anything, but I never did. I didn't want to after a few months, Hunter had shown me that life could be enjoyed, even if the ways in which he talked about were often dangerous. But that's why we worked, him and I, we were both as broken as each other.
And as I stood against the blue locker watching Chloe calm herself down, images flashed in my head of when Hunter helped me to calm down after nightmares, holding me close to him as he soothed me.
He always knew how to help me, there was never a doubt in the world about that. He knew what to do, and he loved me.
What happened between us was great, but it was also toxic. We were too impulsive, and our entire worlds revolved around each other, when I was unhappy, so was he, and when I was angry, he was angrier- which wasn't a good mix. Our relationship was built from something so pure but it soon turned into something so manipulative, and it eventually became unfixable, we were passed the point of fixing each other, and it drove us to shatter one another even more.
He always talked about running away with me, but I never thought I'd be the one running away from him, from our problems, from Madison.
"I'm ready," Chloe whispers, her eyes meeting mine as they glimmer in the reflection of the mirror.
