I Don't Care If It Will Break My Heart.

To Heal Your Scars, I Will Give You Everything I Can.

I pushed the front door open after hanging out with Ricky and saw Olivia and Rosie laying on two separate love seats, trying to catch their breath.

"Eww, gross. Why can't you two do that in your room?" I questioned, walking to my room. I opened the door and saw everything that was in my storage shed in it. "What the fuck?"

"We thought it would be good for you," Olivia said.

I shook my head. "No, this isn't happening."

"It's just looking at some stuff. It's not like we have Chris hidden in there somewhere," she said.

"Don't say his name," I said, pushing past them.

"Come on Kari. You need to get over this. It's driving me crazy. I want you to be happy," she said, following me into the kitchen.

"Where's Kuza and Louie?" I questioned.

"They're with him."

I sighed, grabbing the vodka and taking a huge gulp. I wasn't prepared for this. My heart wasn't prepared for this, but after a few moments, a few drinks, and a lot of dramatic sighs, I agreed. Who knows, maybe it will be good for me.

Rosie said she wanted to look at my clothes, so we did that. It was easy. I don't think you can get emotional because of clothes.

We went through shirt after shirt, article of clothing after article of clothing. Nothing bugged me. That was, until she held up the dress.

"This is so pretty," she said. I nodded.

"You okay?" Olivia asked when I started scratching my forearm. It was a nervous habit.

"That was his favorite dress of mine. If we went out or I got all dolled up, he'd want me to wear that," I said, smiling slightly. "And he'd wear a suit. He was so romantic."

Rose smiled. She put the dress to the side and grabbed another shirt. Well, tank top. She held it up. "God, I love your clothes!"

"This is his. I remember the only time I wore it. They were coming home from Warped Tour that night and I had left something at his house, so I went over to get it. I had stolen it before that though. I loved taking Chris' shirts," I said, a smile playing on my lips. "His house was horribly dirty so I was cleaning it when he came home. I was wearing this and some shorts. My hair was all tied back and I wasn't wearing any make-up. It was the only time he said I was beautiful. Like a rose." I laughed. "Because I think they're the most perfect thing in the world."

The girls made 'awww' sounds, making me blush slightly.

"I'm gonna assume the rest of these are his," Rose said, holding up a few other shirts. I nodded, zooming in on a Misfits shirt.

"Oh shit. I thought I gave this back to him. It's one of his favorites," I said and laughed again. He was probably wondering where these shirts were.

We then moved to boxes, setting aside anything with pictures or assorted things that meant something to me. After the not very important boxes were done, we moved to the ones I dreaded. I tried to brace myself.

Olivia had a box in front of her that she was staring at. "What's the name of his band?"

"Motionless in White," I said. She nodded and pulled out the Creatures album, putting it in my CD player that was hooked up to my surround sound. (Question: Do people still have CD players?) She flipped through the songs, finally stopping on City Lights. I smiled slightly. I loved when Chris sang. His screaming was amazing, but nothing compared to his singing. It sounded like angels were humming. (I really think that.)