The car ride was silent. Carrie couldn't even fathom what Noah had been trying to tell her. He said vampires were real. She saw that they somehow lived under a waterfall and that wasn't possible either so what was really happening. She knew that her and Noah had really clicked but she wanted to figure things out for herself. Especially if all he was going to give her were lies.
They finally arrived in front of her house and she glared when she heard once again "Carrie, listen-". She climbed out of the car and stormed into the house, never giving a second thought to Noah, to her mother, or to her best friend. She opened the door and closed it quietly, hoping her mother was asleep. But when she turned and saw her mother staring at her, she jumped.
"Gosh, mom..." she muttered.
"Go to bed." her mom muttered before turning, bottle in hand, pink, ratty robe hanging, and walked up the stairs to her bedroom. Carrie shook her head.
"Of course you wouldn't notice me being gone for three days." she muttered before following upstairs to her room. She looked around and noticed that it looked how she felt. Dull, empty, hollow. Her bed's grey sheets were nothing compared to the white fluffy sheets of Noah's bedroom. Her room had one tiny window with a tree blocking the view. Noah's room had almost a whole wall of windows that showed the beauty of the waterfall outside.
But one thing she knew hadn't changed.
She walked over to the tiny mirror beside her bed and saw that she couldn't see herself once again. She looked down at her arms. The music note along her forearm, the faith tattoo along her palm and the matching skull on her pinkie finger to Jennifer's, and the other tattoos along both her sleeves were her only tattoos that she'd ever be able to look again. She wouldn't see her shoulder crescent moon without hurting her neck, she'd never see her butterfly along her back, and she'd never see the heart on the back of her neck. All of them, she'd basically gotten for nothing, if she'd never be able to see again. At the thought of not seeing the beautiful ink along her skin, tears gathered in her eyes. Without even changing her clothes, Carrie lied along her bed, and cried herself to sleep that night. But her mind wouldn't let her rest just yet.
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Bite Me
Fanfiction"No, I'm not going to be your bitch anymore!" I cried, throwing my ring down to the ground. Frankie looked completely heartbroken, but it was an act. It was all an act. "Carrie, please." he begged. "No. Fuck you and your promise ring." I growled...
