It Was All For You, All For You And More [Vic Fuentes Book Two]

You make me sick, I make it worse by drinking late

I was almost four months clean, and a week ago, my mom yelled at me for breaking the charger (Remember that my mom mentally abuses me and when she yells, she says some harsh things...) and that caused me to have a mental breakdown and panic attack. Then, my phone died and so did my iPod, and I ended up relapsing... I was almost four months clean and I broke... Another thing that happened, is that one of my best friends said I was looking for attention then left me when I needed her the most. Then she blew up on me for no reason and said I don't have any mental disorders and I need to grow up... I've been dealing with depression my entire life, and I'm the one who needs to grow up? I don't understand... And my girlfriend also swallowed a bunch of pills, and I feel guilty... Luckily for me, my friend and I made up and we're friends again, so I'm kinda okay.

Stay Strong Dizzy Dreamers, I love you all :*

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Paige's POV

1 week later

I woke up, with tears in my eyes. I didn't know w41hy, all I did was feel sad. I felt like death. Plus it didn't help that Vic wasn't in the bed, he was probably at the studio recording his new album.

I sighed as I rolled over and saw a note on the night stand. I picked it up and began to read.

Good morning beautiful, I'm sorry I'm not at the house, we're recording today. The album is coming along amazingly too. Breakfast is in the fridge, and I'll be home tonight. I love you <3

- Vic

I smiled as I read the note. Vic was so sweet, and so kind. I didn't want to lose him ever again.

I managed to pull myself out of bed and grabbed my phone. I opened my music app, and scrolled through the music until I found 'Jasey Rae' by All Time Low. I clicked on it and smiled as the beautiful music sounded the empty room.

I sat back down and listened to the lyrics, feeling myself getting sadder with each second that went by.

Lights out,
I still hear the rain,
These images that fill my head,
Now keep my fingers from making mistakes,
Tell my voice what it takes,
To speak up,
Speak up,
and keep my conscience clean when I wake.

Don't make this easy,
I want you to mean it,
Jasey. (say you'll mean it)
You're dressed to kill,
I'm calling you out, (don't waste your time on me)

Now there's an aching in my back;
a stabbing pain that says I lack,
the common sense and confidence,
to bring an end to promises,
that I make in times of desperate conversation,
hoping my night could be better than theirs in the end.
Just say when.

Don't make this easy,
I want you to mean it,
Jasey. (say you'll mean it)
You're dressed to kill,
I'm calling you out, (don't waste your time on me)

I've never told a lie,
and that makes me a liar,
I've never made a bet,
but we gamble with desire,
I've never lit a match,
with intent to start a fire,
but recently the flames,
are getting out of control.
Call me a name,
Kill me with words,
Forget about me,
It's what I deserve,
I was your chance,
to get out of this town,
but I ditched the car,
and left you to,

Wait outside,
I hope the air will serve to remind you,
that my heart is as cold as the clouds of your breath,
and my words are as timed as the beating in my chest.