We Were Supernova

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Cara's POV

Chris puts me in his room and he leaves. I watch him go and I close my eyes as he slams the door. I wipe tears from my eyes, feeling emotional for no reason. I just witnessed Sammy get beaten to a pulp. Me and Sammy never really did talk after that night at the park but there was something about him. Something that told me that he cared about me and that I could trust him.

"Hey!" Sammy grins when he sees me.

"Hi." I mumble as I take a seat next to him and give him a silly smile. As I sit down I almost fall out of my seat at the same time. He grips the back of my arm to keep me steady.

"Woah. Looks like someone's doped up." He chuckles and I realize he must be drunk. Now he's more upbeat. There's a playful look in his eyes replacing the sad melancholy look he had when I first me him.

"No, no." I smile shaking my head and he orders us two beers.

"What did you take?" He asks as he passes me my beer.

I pretend to have a rolling paper in my hand. "Weed laced with PCP" I pretend to sprinkle the weed into the paper and roll it. This makes me laugh. I pretend to lick it then light it.

"Now I'm high." I smile at him so big that for a second he disappears and all I see is the inside of my eyelid where fireworks dance and vibrant paint splashes in front of my eye as I look around into the darkness. When I stop smiling, Sammy is visible and now he's laughing at me. I didn't even hear him laughing. I wonder what he's laughing about as I sit there and watch him keel over in amusement. When he finally comes down he sighs and takes a sip of his beer. He glances at me and I feel myself missing the smile that was once present on his beautiful face.

"You wanna dance?"

 He's looking nervously at the dance floor. I grab his hand and stand up.

"Come on."

I sit on his bed and just let myself go. I'm not exactly sure why I'm crying. I don't feel well. It almost feels as if my stomach is going to war with the rest of my body.

Gripping my stomach, I run to the bathroom connected to his bedroom and empty the food and alcohol that I had consumed in the last 3 hours. I'm no drunk, but I'm coming off a high and when you're not high you're low.

I am so very low. 

After I flush the toilet I stand and I'm confronted with someone who looks almost like me. Her makeup is smeared, running black lines down her face and her hair is everywhere. Big and poufy. Out of control just like her. The rain from the afternoon shower has her hair drenched along with her clothes. Her eyes are just as red as her cheeks and nose. I reach up and rub my nose. She does the same.

I rip a piece of toilet paper and in a fail attempt, try to at least clean up my makeup streaks. There's no use. I roll my eyes and find myself wondering though Chris's drawer. In the top drawer I find a pack of cigarettes and a lighter.

"Perfect." I mumble as I grab the back with the lighter and head out to the balcony. I'm on my second cigarette when I hear the glass door open and I don't have to turn around to know its Chris.

"Enjoying my cigarettes."

"Sorry." I mumble. "I needed a smoke." I keep my eyes directed towards the trees as I slowly inhale and my lungs fill with smoke.

"It's fine." He says softly as he moves to my side.

"Why can't you stop drinking?"

"I didn't drink." I push my elbows harder into the wood banister. His silence tells me he knows I'm lying. "I wasn't drunk."

"What were you then?"

I roll my eyes. I have a feeling he knows he just wants me to admit it. I listen to the sound of the wind whistling past my ears and I'm thankful that I hear the wind instead of car tires hitting asphalt.

"I'm sorry."

At that, I chuckle. I can't help it. What could he possibly be sorry for? I ignore his comment again and continue to stare at the woods.

"You're being an asshole right now," He sighs. My eyes widen as I stare at the woods and I turn to face him.

"Oh, go fuck yourself Christian." I roll my eyes as I put out the cigarette on the banister and open the glass sliding door that leads into his house. I hear him follow behind me.

"Hmm. I think there's someone else I have in mind."

I roll my eyes again.

"Christian!"

I step out of the kitchen to see an angry Lori. Her hair is completely out of place. Today she has on purple suspenders and one of them is ripped hanging own her thigh. Her makeup was smearing and as she got closer I see that her face is wet with tears.

"Where is he!" She practically growls at me. I stand there shocked, not knowing what to say until Chris comes up behind me.

"What the fuck did you do!" She growls as him as she stomps toward him. I watch in fear as she grabs him by the collar of his short and shakes him. He looks just as bewildered as I do and then his face falls. Literally falls.

He looks like he's been physically beaten. His shoulder slump forward. He looks like he just made the worst mistake of his life.

"Lori, I-"

"No shut up!" Her finger presses into his chest.

"You shut the fuck up, he's in a coma! A fucking coma, you could have killed him!" She pushes him and he doesn't even try to catch himself as he stumbles back.

"They said he might not be able to see out of his left eye. His nose is broken. His eye socket is broken- you broke him! You asshole!" She shoves him again and now he's up against the kitchen counter. I see her getting even more physical and I slowly take steps toward them.

"Lori," I say quietly as I grab her arm.

"When will you fucking quit ruining my god damn life!"

"Lori!" This time I yell at her. She whips around and stares at me. Her eyes are full of pain. I remember why she could be crying. She gives me an angry look but ignoring it, I pull her into my arms and give her a hug.

My eyes are locked on Chris and I can see it in his eyes he's upset with himself. I close my eyes and let Lori cry on my shoulder.

"Do you know what he did to him?"

"Yes." I say quietly.

I watch as Lori slowly sinks to her knees on the kitchen floor. I look at Chris and back at Lori. I don't know what to do. I turn to the fridge and take out the rest of the Chinese food that me and Chris never finished.

"Well there is-"

When I turn around Chris has his arms around Lori and they're both sitting on the floor. His forhead is pressed against hers and they're not saying anything as Lori cries.

"No." Lori starts shaking her head. "Get off me."

And before I know it, Lori pushes him back, he looses his balance and now the only thing holding him up is his arm. Lori is standing up looking down at him. She looks back at me, her eyes full of pain.

"You're dating a monster."

Well this was really short, but not as short as the last one. Eh.  I have an amazing ending idea but I don't want to jump into it too quick. Anyway, please vote and comment thanks! Love all y'all<3