Broken Generation (Sequel to Don't Go)

Chapter 17

** 8 months after Nicole Woke up **

** Nicole's P.O.V. **

This past month has been pretty tough for everybody. Crimson is battling her way in rehab. I respected her so much for reaching out for help, well pretty much being forced into help but still. Even though just a few months passed we can all start to see the results. Her skin is turning back to her normal color, she is not looking anymore as skin and bones. However just like a human being, the way we want her to be.

Josh has been strong the whole month for both of us. Trying to encourage us to get better. I know he is suffering inside, however he tries to appear strong for us. He wants to be that hero, that perfect example. But just as we are all human beings, I can see the flaws, even if they don't mean much. I hate seeing him try so much. I hate seeing him hide and bottle up his emotions so he can be there for us. I just wished he would come over and vent to me and to have a shoulder to cry on. We all need that sometimes after all.

Evan and I have gotten a lot better throughout the month. He has gotten pretty romantic and is the best boyfriend I can ask for. He even took me on a few dates. Of course, I would order the thing that had the least amount of calories and that I could eat enough of that seemed like I'm trying. He knows that I'm on a diet, but I don't want to make him worry too much. I eat in front of him to make him happy, then during the night I just feel the urge to cry and scream in my pillow.

My work back with Romeo is going great. I'm so grateful that he chose me to teach his skills. I'm the one that cleans, sterilizes and organizes everything for his tattoos. He has even been showing me the different techniques such as shading, saturation and the outlining. He was even lucky to show me a few different tattoo styles and what makes them different from one another. As much as I would love to ink someone, I'm still scared shitless and I know I'm not ready for it. I'm just going to take my time and make sure I know all the basics my heart.

My birthday has almost arrived and honestly, I'm kinda scared to find out what they have come up with this time. They were pretty crazy with my last birthday. Me being on stage, getting hit with the cake and sharing all those moment with... Oli. He was amazing and our relationship was just perfect. He was even able to gather up my favorite bands and spent the whole night with them. We were happy back then, we were the talk of the tour and the fans were more than ecstatic about me.

But things change. I'm not that happy girl anymore. I'm a broken doll that keeps trying to fix herself up but ends up being thrown back down on the ground. Even though I keep shattering up in pieces, I try my best to collect them all and put them back together. It may not come out perfect and it will never be as it was in the beginning. At least now I know what to expect and what to do when I get thrown back to the ground. I just have to continue picking my pieces up and fight. 

** Crimson's P.O.V. **

I sat at the small table- smiling softly at Josh, Nicole, and Evan sat next to or across from me. Mary sat in my lap. The birthday cake sat in the middle of the table and Nicole blew out the candles- smiling as we all clapped for her.

"Happy birthday darling." I said softly, and she nodded. One of the workers- Mike- came up and cut the cake into equal pieces, serving us each a slice- Mary included. We dug in, and I enjoyed the flavours across my tongue. "Buttercream icing- perfect choice." I said with a small wink. Nicole chuckled and Mary hesitantly dug into the cake.

"Of course- I know how much you like buttercream icing, and seeing as you don't want to be here for much longer I figured why not bring you a cake to celebrate the fact that you are pulling through." She said, and I nodded, looking back down at my cake. If only they knew about the temper tantrum I had thrown a few days ago- when I tried to destroy everything in my room before crumbling into a weak and shaky mess- sweating like crazy. After that event- the cake tasted like heaven. I dug in and realized Mary was nearly halfway done with her piece, her fourteen year old childness taking over once again. I smiled and took time with my piece, listening to the chatter that Josh, Evan, and Nicole made.