demons (sequal to upside down)

ch.7 the fuck up the past

SKY'S POV.

shit shit shit!! I woke up with a massive hang over and I was in a fucking hotel.

"how the fuck did I get here?!?" I scream. just then jai Luke and beau run into my room.

"you were at the same party as Alex last night we found you drunk an high as fuck and brought you here zayn on his way to get you. you're so fucked." jai said.

"ughh I hate my life!" I almost yell. "can I have some pills?" I ask.

"to be honest if it was up to us we would give you some but zayn said not to." beau says that's cool

"fine do I have my bag?" I ask Luke throws it to me. I open it and grab my bottle of ibuprofen. I open the bottle and swallow two pills.

"why?" jai asks referring to my pills.

"I knew I was going to a party yesterday and I knew if I got caught zayn wouldn't let me take any..." I say

"smart girl....hunter and Soula are in the kitchen. you better share those pills." beau says. I get up and Chang into my other clothes and walk to the kitchen giving them the pills. then Alex walks in

"sky can I talk to you?" he asks I nod and follow him "sky I know you're dating hunter but....I still love you I never stopped." he said anger filled inside me.

"oh really you still love me? you still care? you said if they ever tried to send me back you promised you'd come get me! but you never did! Alex I don't want this to ruin our friendship but I can't okay?" I say calming down he nodded and zayn burst through the door.

"Soula hunter Skyler get in the car! I hope that hangover is teaching you something." he says

"not really" I mumble. we all get in the car and zayn drives us home hunter and I are in the back and soulas in the front.

I'm listening to music and started to sing.

"who the hell have I been kidding

I sold my soul to the corporation

they know me better then I know my self

I better shut it up

I better shut it up

you got a problem with I think

I got a problem with the way you think

that you can program me like a damned

machine I'm gonna take a stand

and say fuck this scene

I'm sick of imagery

instead of artistry

I'm sick of apathy

instead of harmony

I'm sick of poets working

part-time jobs while

pissy people pick and choice

the stars. I know that I

should be the last on to speak

about this but even sellouts

have there dreams

set the music free

badadada badadada badadada

ohhh

what the hell was I trying

to prove I ran away so young