Scarred Hearts|Punk Chandler Riggs

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Sooo. Could yall recommend this to others? It would mean a lot. I'll try to update more if I get more reads.

I scoop up my emotions and drag them from the empty tub of memories. I shuffle my feet down the hall into the living room to find chandler passed out on the floor.
"What am I going to do with you" I mumble as I fall to the ground next to him. With our faces just an inch apart. I look apon his darkened features and pray for him to just... For us to... Stuff not be complicated. For us to just work. I lay there for what seems to be hours and heard his phone buzz
Rebecca: You Ready!!?
Who the fuck is Rebecca?
I slide the screen and reply
Chandler: for what.
Plain.
Instant reply
Rebecca: don't be stupid! ARE YOU READY? Do you have the girl?
What the hell is going on?
Chandler: what girl!
Rebecca: If you don't hurry we will take her by force. Shouldn't be such a loud mouth and your "beloved" Scarlett wouldn't be coming to the hell we call home. You have 24 hours chandler. The clock starts now.
I read the text again and again. Confused I throw his phone onto his chest and stand above him.
The object hits his to chest and he sits up with a grunt.
"What the hell was that?!" He regains his breath
"Who the fuck is Rebecca." I breath and close my eyes

But unable to open them as I'm hit in the head and fall to the ground

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"I don't think you understand. You because friends with the happy covering of me. I never. Ever. Show this side of me to people. I may look white on the outside but my heart and soul are black and tainted with greed selfishness. And an awful person at that. What good can come out of what I've been through.
I hate my life so much and I just don't want to be in this town anymore. I want to be done with the childhood treatment and the blame on how everyone's life's have gone to shit. I've tried to give good to people. But all the good I give I take from myself. Only opening more room for hurt to seep in and all those things I hear. All those whispers and snickers from people. Everyone sticks to me like cobwebs. They stay and make everything a little darker. I have nightmares every night do to this. I go days with not wanting to sleep because I'm afraid of what my mind will think of next. I wake up crying and afraid to close my eyes again. I feel like this shit is for two year olds and it makes them worse. Family should care. Should give a shit if I just dropped dead. Mine doesn't. If I ran away right now. They would probably have a party. I don't talk to people in person. I shut down. I forget how to communicate and can barely breath. I have such bad social anxiety. In 6th grade I would cry when I would ask the teacher a question. Hell. Last year I would. If I had to present in front of the class I would get jittery.
Every Time I turn and show you my hand and its shaking so bad it's cause I'm on the verge of cry cause I just get so scared. I shake so bad and I just try to smile it away. I try to just laugh it off I'm hope it'll pass. I have such a fake personality i don't even know what is happening anymore. I am shaking just texting people. I don't ask people for much of anything because after I do I get tsunamis of guilt rushing over me." I hear myself scream at my friend, the only one who ever cared about me. The one who was there for me. And now. She is moving across the country never to return. Never for me to see her again.
I see the tears stream down her cheeks and bags under her eyes from the stress I have induced. I blink and she is gone.
I am at my house. I go to open the door but it's locked. Pounding on it I hear my mothers screams in the background
"SCARLETT. HELP. SCARLETT. PLEASE. HELP ME!" I break the glass and sprint to the house to my suffering mother. The house is eerily quiet and dark as night.
"MOM! MOM WHERE ARE YOU!" I cry running into her bedroom. Her pregnant belly exposed with cuts and bruises along her face and cheeks. Her eyes hold fear and agony.
"Behind. You" she says barely above a whisper.
I whip my head around throwing my arms behind me protecting my injured mom.

AN: her sister had died along with her mom in a car accident

I see him. A man dressed in black. A kitchen knife in his hands with fresh blood on the blade. At his feet is my sister with cuts up her arms. The door slams shut as he comes smiling at me with a grin that sickens me. My heart breaks in two when I see across my sisters face. Pain. Stricken. A note in her hand.
"Where were you?"
"Now. Your sister needs help. You've wasted time already. Where were you when they needed you the most Scarlett. Oh yeah! You ran away from your problems. You ran from your issues. And now look. Your issues are dying on the carpet. What was the last thing you told your sister?
'Don't ever talk to me again?' She may not. Ever. She may never even see you again. And by the looks of your mother. It's too late.
I turn to face her and see the paleness of her face. Her chest still and not breathing. I lift her back and feel a bullet hole and blood stained the bed.
"Why are you doing this to me?" I weep.
"This is your punishment Scarlett. Feel the pain you have cause to others."
I fall to my sister and turn her face to mine as the man dressed in black exits the room. I take her hair between my fingers wipe the tears that have cascaded down her cheeks.

(I am literally bawling)

"Wake up. Please. Wake up." I whisper. Shaking her shoulder. I carry her to the bed next to my mother. Their blood staining my clothing and my tears staining my cheeks. I take their heads in my lap and wipe the blood off them.
"Please. Come back. Please. I am so sorry. Please don't leave me. I can't do this on my own. I'm sorry. I know I've cause you so much pain. Please. Just. Pl-please. C-come. Back." I can not continue. My tears, now waterfalls, drop into their faces and I connect our foreheads and cry. I can't hold back the tears. My chest heaves and heaves.
I hear the door opens and hear a gun cock.
"Goodbye Scarlett." I see my mother and sisters dying faces once more as I feel a sharp pain and see no more.

(Yes. She was dreaming)
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I wake up in a car with my head in chandlers lap.
"What the fuck where am I. Let me out." I stutter and reach for the car door and chandler grabs my wrists.
"Don't try anything." He says in a low tone.
"Chandler. Why are you doing this?" I cry.
"Shut up bitch." He spats.
"Please. Take me home." I cry.
"I said shut up" he yelled and I hear a chuckle from the front seat.
"Wow. She needs some training Chandler." A man says. He is dressed in black.
"Please Chandler." I beg.
"We're here." A woman says as the car pulls into a drive way.
Chandler carries me from the car into a giant house.
We are in a cold environment and pine trees surround the house.
(It's the salavatore boarding house)( if you don't know what that is. Ooooooo. Watch vampire diaries please!)
The house has dark wood and Chandler walks me down through the cluttered house into a large room with a bed and many books.
"This is stefan's room. You will stay here for now. Do not leave." He scolds and leaves me in the large room with books and belongs to a man named Stefan.
The house is cold. I climb to the middle of the bed and pull my legs to my chest and shake uncontrollably afraid of what is to come next.

THWAP. OKAY. CHANDLER NEEDED MORE. SO WELCOME TO VAMPIRE DIARIES CHANDLER. ITLL BE GREAT.
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