Crazy You

7: So Blue

It's been a week since I've heard anything from Scarlet and I was getting worried. Even worse, it was starting to affect my life around Scarlet. I couldn't stop thinking about her and when I went to her house everyday her mother said she was sick. I knew she was lying. I would even try to call and no one would answer the phone. It would either ring or be busy. I called every morning and everyday after school and nothing was working. I even asked teachers at school and they wouldn't say anything. Something was definitely wrong. Today when I got home, I decided to call again, but my heart sank when I heard the busy tone. I put the phone back on the hook and rubbed my face in frustration when Eddie walked into the house. "Hey, Prince. You just got home from sc-What's wrong?" I was on the verge of tears. I kept my hands on my cheeks just staring at the floor a few feet in front of me.

"You and Scarlet get into a fight?" He asked as he walked over. "No. I...I don't know. We haven't spoken since her birthday." Eddie got quiet. "Oh..." I remembered that Eddie saw us about to have sex that day and I immediately knew where his head was going. "I think her mother found out." I said to him. Eddie sighed and moved me out of the way to get a drink from the fridge. "Maybe she has second thoughts." "No...that's not like Scarlet. She loves me. I love her, too. Eddie, you gotta help me figure out what's going on. It's eating me alive. I haven't slept for days." Eddie poured orange juice into a glass and sighed.

"Prince, are you sure she isn't upset with you?" "No! She's not like that. Eddie, she's practically attached to me. She's not even showing up for school either." He was mid sip when his eyes widened. He pulled the glass away. "Oh, shit. Something is wrong, then." I nodded quickly. "Look, I need you to do something...I have a plan."

I was sitting in my room crying in my bed as every thought of Prince was breaking my heart. I loved him, I still do love him, and without him I can't even think of what to do. I had a bag of the broken cassette pieces and shards of the player inside and I was holding it. It was all I had left even if it couldn't be used. I heard a knock at the door and hid the bag under the covers. "Come in." My mother was holding a tray of food that I didn't want, or even be around. "Scarlet, you need to eat. You haven't eaten since breakfast yesterday." I was glaring at her. "I'm not hungry." "You need to eat! You don't eat or sleep and I'll be damned if I let you sit here and starve yourself." I was angry with her, and I didn't want anything she made or tried to give me. "I'm eighteen. If I want to do that I can. You don't have to provide for me anymore. I'll-" "When you're under my roof, that won't happen. So you better eat." She left the room and I stared at my food on the tray before sinking into my bed. I was upset, and hurt, and very hungry. "Prince...where are you?" I whispered.

I was at the record shop and looking through albums by myself. I wasn't sure if I wanted to buy anything or if I even wanted to be here, but it was something to keep my mind busy while my heart was aching. I decided to buy a 78 and take a walk. I didn't drive here, I walked the whole way because I just wanted to be by myself during this time. I kept walking towards Andre's house feeling my chest getting heavy the more I thought about Scarlet. I missed her so much, and before I even knew her I never felt this sad about something before. When I made it home I walked past the dinner table full of Andre's family and went straight to the basement.

I put my record on and sat on my bed to take my boots off before laying under the covers. A part of me wanted to call her again, another part of me wanted to not even bother trying. But I loved her, and although Eddie and I had a plan, we weren't sure if it would work. I was worried about her, and even worse I was worried I'd never see her again. The thoughts of getting my old band back together wasn't even a thought on my mind anymore. I rolled over to turn my record player up just to listen. "Prince?" I heard Bernadette at the door and I sat up. "I'm not hungry. It's okay." I said. Bernadette came down with a tray of food and I wasn't hungry, but I turned my record player down out of courtesy.