She's The Artist

| Chapter 24: His Past |

(Listen to song at the top!)

Warning: Mention of death, Drinking 

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I'm falling.

Falling down a deep, black, atmosphere.

An atmosphere of nothing but darkness.

A consuming deep darkness. A deathly silent one.

It feels like your flying. But your losing yourself. Losing the weight of yourself.

Twisting and turning to see if you can fight it. Take control. Find yourself again. . .

But the darkness will consume me. Take me as it's prisoner forever. taking me away from what I once was.

The feeling of repeating and repeating and repeating. . . will never stop.

It will only stop when I give in. When I see what I don't want to see. Hear what I don't want to hear.

A curse of it's self. . .

Me.  

I jump up, panting, sweating, dizzy, and most of all. . . scared.

I have never had a dream like that before. That dream- no nightmare was something else. Something to close to home. Something I really wish I could forget.

I look around and find myself not in my room? What the fuck?

I look around again and see it is definitely not my room. My room doesn't have a electric guitar, a regular wood guitar, a lot of pictures of random shit, and the walls are definitely not black.

I slowly get out of bed, do to me getting wasted off my ass, and look around the room again. For the third time.

Walking up to the dresser, filled with a lot of papers might I add, I spot something out of place. A picture frame.

Removing all the other papers and things off, I can't believe what the fuck I see. It's Ethan, the two other guys I meet in the elevator, and-

"What the hell are you doing?"

I jump up and slam the frame face-down and turn to see a very, not-so-happy-Ethan at the door. Shit.

"I-I was just um. . .just." I'm lost for words so. I look down. not wanting to meet his eye's.

But then, I remember what was on the frame. The picture of them. He was there. I know that face anywhere. How could I forget?

I hear Ethan take a deep breath and walk towards me. I look up to find his eyes. His gorgeous, angry but curious, eyes.

I take this time to also look at his face. The way he's jaw is sharp. So sharp that you could cut something. The way he clenches his jaw. The way his lips pull into his month or how pink and dry they look. The way his eyes always seem to shine when I'm around him. or, how they mix's of different shades when he feels angry. The way his eyebrows pull together when he's thinking. and most of all, how his nose twitches when he is curious.

I take a deep breath at the close proximity. Wishing that I could just focus on hating him. But lately it's getting harder and harder. . .

"Alex, I need you to tell me what the hell happened last night. That's all I want to know." He says, knowing that I can't really go anywhere because he basically trapped me in his room.

I look away from him and sigh. there's no getting out of this one now. . .

I turn and walk over to sit on his bed, gesturing for him to do the same.