If life were a fairytale (one more chance SEQUEL)

Chapter 23

I don't know how much time I laid there on my bed, but it felt like a week. I did nothing. Just stayed still staring at the ceiling, a few drops of salty water leaving my eyes once in a while, replaying those words over and over. His sore laugh. His bitter voice. 'We were never meant for each other... just a dumb experiment that should have never happened.' He had said.

Stupidstupidstupid I repeated to myself.

"Has he called?" I heard a voice outside my room one day. I think it was Rachel.

"No. Nothing. I checked her phone, and not even a single text." That was Stella.

"It's summer break, she shouldn't be staying in bed all day." Peyton. "He's an ass."

"That's the thing. Parker slept that night, but she's been awake since. I don't know what we should do. I mean, we HAVE to do something, right?"

Silence.

... ... ... ...

Another day, "how long has it been?" That was Laura's voice.

"Already 5 days. And she barely touched any food."

"Well, he is-was her best friend. They've been through a lot together. And him ending the whole relationship might have broken her."

I covered my face with my hands.

... ... ... ...

Today. I sighed. It was time to get up.

I slowly sat up on my bed and breathed deeply. My body took me outside the room, walking down the hallway to the living room where my friends were. I walked a few more steps, Bailey's short pretty black hair the first thing that came on sight. All six pair of eyes turned towards me, or a really messed up version of me.

"Parker" Serena whispered. "How are you?"

That seemed to be an odd question for the rest, because they all snapped their heads and stared at my friend as if she was crazy. "That's a really good question, ummmm..." I answered quietly, almost in a trance.

"Do you want anything to eat?" Stella asked like you would ask a toddler.

"Yeah, that would be great but I think I'll just shower first." I said slowly.

"What are you hungry for?"

"I'll make something myself. Thanks." I said and walked to the bathroom.

The warm water hit my shoulders and face wetting my curly hair and making it reach my hip. I breathed in the vapour in the bathroom, closing my eyes and letting thin springs surround my body, taking me deep into my thoughts, that was dangerous.

I pushed my soaking hair back. "I can't be crying all day for a guy. I won't. He's not..." I tried convincing my own mind, but it just wouldn't stop. The heartache wouldn't stop. I sat on the cold bathtub and rolled up my knees, curling my arms around and leaning my head on them. I stayed there for a while, calming down and pushing down the constant lumps in my throat. Why did he do this? Everything was fine until she came into the picture again. Or maybe not. Maybe, just maybe, we were in a limbo, never looking down and trying to maintain balance, then all she had to do was give us a little push for us to fall, break into pieces, while she sat back, smirked, and watched with pride what she had done. She was a bitch, and he's a jerk.

I tried to take in a long breath, but the damp air around was worse. I tried crying to take away the lumps, but there were no more, my eyes were dried up. I tried screaming but nothing came out of my mouth, and I tried like hell to punch something, to be mad, but all I could be was sad. Not sad about that blonde idiot breaking us up, not about the break up, but thinking I had lost my best friend. That hurt the most.

Finally, I walked out of the bathroom, changed into another pair of pyjamas and sat to eat my first real meal since... forever ago. I was doing it to let my friends not worry about me for a while. They deserved to not worry about me. Although I wanted desperately to throw up.

"So, what's up with you guys!" I asked.

They stared at me.

"What?! I feel like it was forever ago since we discussed another relationship other than my very crappy one."

"Maybe because it's the most messed up." Peyton joked.

No one laughed, except me. They then joined me. "Well there you're right."

"If you really want to know, today is Ricky sister's wedding. The one I told you about a month ago? Oh, and Andrew and Bailey are coming with us."

"You know what you'll wear?" Rachel asked.

"Yeah, probably a jumpsuit. And if any of you make me wear a dress I'll kick your ass."

We laughed. "Who needs him?" I said. "I mean, who needs a guy who will crush your heart when I have all I need right here? I'm not gonna let a boy make me cry another day. I'm done. All I need is you guys. You're the craziest people I've ever met, and I'm grateful for it."

A/N: Short chapter... sorry. I'm super busy and tired right now, but cross my heart and hope to die, next one will be much better. Only two chapters and an epilogue to go.