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Memories

~Serenity's P.O.V.~
I can't let Gee know...
I can't really say it to anyone...
I don't think my aunt Helena even knows...
I was abused by Aedin, my older brother.
This is half the reason I can't go that far with Gee....I love him.. but after so much trauma, I don't think I can do it.
The other reason why I don't want to have a sexual relationship with Gerard is because I am abstinent. I swore to myself that I wouldn't do anything sexual like that until I was married.... but then I was abused... even after that incident, I'd like to think that it never happened so I'm staying abstinent to myself.

~Gerard's P.O.V.~

Serenity has been a bit too thoughtful since we had our little "session". I wonder whats bothering her... maybe my move was too abrupt.
Maybe it was simply...me..
I was never too secure of my body. Mikey always compliments me on how "toned" and "slim" my body is, but I was never too sure of it.
After a bit more of swimming in my thoughts, I fell asleep in her bed.

~Dream Sequence~

*pant, pant*
Where am I? What am I doing here?!
This is not where I fell asleep...
Then out of no where, the setting changed from a blank room to home. I was in my room, the basement. I was at my desk, drawing.
On the side of my drawing were a few words. Demolition Lover. It had a bunch of circles around it.
A sign?
I don't know, perhaps just something random.
The setting changed again.
I was on a stage. I was wearing what seemed to be my school uniform. Hmm... what an odd way to dress on a stage.. I thought to myself.
I walked around a bit and found my grandmas tomb stone.
Setting change again...
I was at a cemetery with Serenity. We were both wearing black. She had a small bump on her belly.
Was she pregnant?

~End Dream Sequence~

~Serenity's P.O.V.~

I wrapped up my thoughts and saw that Gerard was fast asleep in my bed. I decided to go shower.
As I slid out of bed, Gerard turned over to his side and let out a yawn.
Iwent over to my drawers and pucked out a Red Hot Chili Peppers t-shirt and a pair of yoga pants. I went down lower to another drawer and got out a bra and a pair of clean panties.
Then I his my hand against something. It felt like glass. I then reached for the heavy glass from underneath a few more clothing pieces and pulled out a rectangular paper weight.
Hot tears streamed down my face.
That was the last thing my dad ever gave me. A few months ago, unto April, he had gone on a buissness trip and got me a paper weight with a crystallized Jack Skellington inside.
I smiled at the memory, put it somewhere safe, got up, and walked into my bathroom.