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thirty-two

[JUDGE ME.]

                2 days later

I brushed the last of my powder onto my face, and wiped the smudged eye liner off my eye lids before dating one last look at myself in the mirror. My outfit was the usual, long sleeves and a pair of shorts. I sighed and turned out of the bathroom and straight to the bunks where I kept my shoes. We were still on the bus, deciding it was easier that getting a hotel room, so all of our stuff was sprawled around.

“Are you ready?” Alyssa asked, as she was coming with me.

I was going to a radio show to clear up everything regarding the scar rumors, I couldn’t go alone and Harry and the boys were at a meet and greet; so it was decided that Alyssa would join me.

“Yes.” I sighed.

This would be the first time I stepped out of this bus in the past 3 days.

I grabbed my phone and purse, and Alyssa and I made our way out into the hot weather. Some people were around the bus, mostly fans and not so much paparazzi. We said hello to some of them, and told them we would talk more once we got back. A car waited for us on the street curb and we got in, and soon enough we were on our way to the studio.

I knew exactly what I was going to say, and I knew quite a few people would be seeing this interview as it was also being videotaped and put up online. I wasn’t nervous. I didn’t really feel anything right now, and for some reason I quite enjoyed it. After all of the rumors spreading onto twitter and all through gossip websites I just gave up with crying, and grew a thick skin so I would no longer be effected, all in the span of 3 days.

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“We’re seated here with Amy Lee, accompanied by Alyssa may!” The interviewer exclaimed as we took a seat. “How are you two?”

“Good.” Alyssa smiled, and I nodded.

The camera men were placed on either side of the room, one in each corner getting every view possible.

“You two look extremely beautiful today.” He smiled.

“Thank you.”

“So, I see we’re here to sort some stuff out.” The interviewer said as he flipped through some pages.

“Right.” I said, instantly looking down now feeling more vulnerable than I had before.

“So about the whole scar thing, what’s happening there?”

“I’ll spare the details.” I started. “It was a hard time honestly, and the last time it ever happened was 7 months ago so nothing of that matter was recent.”

“So can you tell us why you did it?”

“No.” I shook my head.

“So basically what you’re saying is, this all happened a while ago for whatever reason and that’s all?”

I had no idea what was up with him and his attitude towards the situation.

“Well I did say that it was a hard time, it was basically family related. That’s as far as I’m willing to go right now.”

“I understand we have one of your high school friends on the phone?” He asked as he turned to the other workers in the station, who nodded at him.

My eyes grew wide as the interview was going in a completely different direction than I had expected. Now steering away from my scars to my ‘high school friend’.