***Hey, so it seems that a lot of you guys like this story, and to be completely honest, I was thinking about just stopping. But I have 600 views on it. 600. 6.0.0. Like, REALLY?! Do you guys like it that much??? Anyway, on with the story.***
**Time Lapse-2 years**
Skylar's POV
It's been 2 years. 2 years since I ran away from the only person I could ever truly love. I'm 19 now. I dropped out of school using a fake letter from my dad, and I moved to the centre of LA. I work at Hot Topic, and I live with a girl named Lenna. She knows all about CC and everything that happened. CC's in a band now, and they're doing really well. They're called "Black Veil Brides." CC got his dream. And i'm so proud of him. But I hate myself for what I did. I ran away, and I never looked back.
I have red hair now, and I wear green contact lenses. So I don't look much how I used to, but i still kinda look the same. I'm still super short, but a lot skinnier. After I left, my anorexia took a turn for the worse, and scars littered my body. My depression got worse, and my anxiety levels have gone through the roof. I heard a large crash outside of my apartment. I got up from my previous position on the couch to go and investigate. I opened the door to see Lenna face down on the floor groaning in pain. I must admit, I laughed a little bit.
"Shut up." She mumbled into the floor, which only made me laugh harder. "Help me up bitch." She said, reaching for my arm. I pulled her up and we walked into the apartment.
"So, how did you fall up the stairs?" I asked, still snickering a bit as I went to get an ice-pack for her head. She sat down on the couch, and as I emerged from the kitchen, I saw an evil smile plastered on her face. "What did you do Lenna?" I asked, handing her the pack and sitting next to her on the couch cross-legged.
"Ummm......You know your old friend CC?" She asked. I felt butterflies in my tummy just from his name. I nodded at her, telling her to continue. "Well.....You know he's in that band, Black Veil Brides?" I nodded again, wondering where she was going with this. "Well.....Ummm.....I have tickets to their show tonight down the road and I want you to come with me." She raced out in one breath. What?! Did she just say she wanted me to go to a concert where the guy that stopped me from killing myself, and then tried to love me until I ruined everything and ran away from him never speaking to him again is gonna be?! Is she fucking serious?!
"Why would I ever want to go?! You know what happened. Why would you even ask that?!" I practically yelled. I knew that I wanted to go. I really wanted to go, but he probably hated me now. Why would he want to see me?
"Look, I know that you want to go, and I know what happened yes. But that is why I think you should go. You need closure, you need to see he's happy, and then you can be happy. I'm gonna go get ready. It starts in a few hours. If you wanna go, meet me by the door at 6:00 alright?" She said. I nodded. Maybe if I see that he's happy, then I could be happy. I walked into my room and got in the shower.
I got out of the shower, and started debating whether or not I wanted to go. I held the picture of myself that Christian drew of me, all that time ago. A tear fell onto the paper, and I realized I was crying. I put the paper face down on my bed, and stood up. I walked over to my vanity table, and looked in the mirror.
"You're gonna be okay. You can do this." I whispered to myself. I walked to my closet and pulled out my black and white batman shirt, my black skinny's with a criss-cross water affect, my black studded belt, black studded boots, my favourite batman necklace and I put in my black and white stretchers
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Reunited: A Christian Coma love story
FanfictionSkylar is 17 years old, and lives with a father who barely acknowledges her existence, ever since her mother left he's beat her, and ignored her for 12 years. She has resorted to Self-harm. She has an abusive boyfriend, and is called an "emo" "slut"...
