Running from my mind

Chapter 1

"Hey Chloe, do you wanna come to the party tonight?" My friend Jess asked me, she's always throwing parties now; when we were in middle school she was the quiet little turtle that barely spoke to anyone but our friend Kiera and I. Now that we were in high school she's all about drinking and doing drugs. It's annoying but I know why she does it. her mom died in 8th and her dad never talks to her.

I smiled, "Of course!" I said in fake excitement. I was always like this, putting on a fake smile and barely getting through the day.

"Chloe, stop running." The voice that was so familiar but unrecognizable kept chanting. I wouldn't stop. I needed to find the light, but everything was so dark. Only the dull torches illuminated the long, long hallways.

"Turn left!" Another voice yelled in my ear. I've learned to trust this one. I quickly changed my course to the left, and continued running. Pictures of the best memories of my life were lined on the walls. but soon they turned into the horrible one's. "Right!" the voice yelled again.

The hallway turned bright red and blood started dripping down the walls.

"It's your fault!" A voice started yelling. It sounded like Emily. But that's impossible, she's dead. she died two years ago.

"It's your fault! If you wouldn't have suggested that we go on that walk I'd still be alive!" She kept shouting. It wasn't my fault, I didn't know her dad's friends were going to be in town. Tears started streaming down my face, "It wasn't my fault" I kept shouting but it was no use. It was my fault. No matter what i said. I called them over. I'm such an idiot!

I walked over to Jess' house in my black spider web heals and poofy black dress; my usual. I let myself in and saw her setting up the table with the alcohol. I sighed and walked over to her. I picked up the Jack Daniels and put it next to the cups and coke. She looked at me in question.

"You have to put the jack by the coke dummy." I laughed. She laughed too, but it was real. It wasn't fake like mine.

"So Miss I'm-Straight-Edge, anymore advice for the drink table?"  She said half jokingly, of course she'd want my opinion.

"Wellllll, you should put the hard alcohol with each other and the wine coolers over with the beer, for the people who don't want to get drunk with one shot." I said helping her organize the table. In the end it looked like a professional did it.  I walked over to the kitchen and grabbed a bag of cookies. I sat in her room and watched Netflix until 6. When I walked out I was instantly hit with the smell of drugs and alcohol. it was truly disgusting. My old friend Jordan was upside down on the couch yelling lyrics to my song Love Lasts Fornever. Why is he singing that? I showed it to him in 7th grade!

"Because love lasts fornever! that's why you're alone in your room-" he looked at me and stopped singing, "Oh hey Violet!" Oh my god- did he really. "When did you get here beautiful? I was just singing the song you wrote!" he threw himself at me. I stumbled back a bit because of the heels, but stabilized.

"Jordan, why the hell did you just call me that?" I whispered in his ear; so no one else would hear. He backed up a bit and looked shocked. He covered his mouth.

"Did I just?" He looked at me. I nodded slowly. He worriedly looked around, as if the members of my band were here. I faked a laugh.

"It's fine J. Just don't let it happen again."

I'm always running. I can't stop.

"Ooh, so you're in a band now? How disgraceful! I hope you aren't selling your body too!" My mother's disgusted voice said.

"She probably is, like the slut she is!" replied my father's.

"Ignore them Chloe! Keep running!" The voice that I trust yelled. It's been guiding me through this entire maze.

"Violet huh? Well that's a name, ain't it? Stop running! Come back here!" The other voice yelled. Sometimes I wish they would all shut up.

 

"Hey Violet!" Jace said as I walked into his house for our band practise. I know, me in a band? I got bored one day and went to this place where it was rumored for having a dark band play. You see, they had a screamer but he couldn't sing for shit. So I wandered in and stole their mic. I've been with the band for five years now. we started in eighth grade.

"Hey." I said plainly. I didn't have to pretend here. I didn't have to smile. I didn't have to laugh. I walked over to my little desk and grabbed my pen and a piece of paper and started drawing a fallen angel. I tend to do this quite often now. I drew her with her with her wings broken and missing a lot of feathers. once i was done I taped it to the wall above my desk along with the others.

"Wow, thats amazing." Drake said, sitting next to me and putting his arm around me. He's like a brother  to me.

"Thanks Drake."

"Anytime girly, so what song do ya wanna practise first?" he asked me, while I stared blankly at the wall.

"Love Lasts Fornever?" I asked looking at Troye, the screamer. He nodded.

"Hey, do you think we could add some screaming lyrics in the chorus?" Troye asked me. I thought about it a bit, that'd be cool.

"Yeah sure. Just scream when you feel like it. Lets record it and see if it sounds good." I stated and stood up. "I'll be right back." I told them and walked to the bathroom. I locked the door and took off my hoodie. Scars littered my arms. I looked at my one and only tattoo on my forearm, it said "Love Lasts Fornever". The entire band got it when I sang it for them. It was a symbol of the band being complete. I smiled, a real smile. It hurt a bit, I haven't done it in a while. I picked up my little makeup kit that i left here for practices. I opened it and put on the blood red lipstick and black eyeshadow. I brushed my dark blue hair over my left shoulder and looked at myself. I did this every time I was with the boys, it felt natural for me.