Chris motionless and his band is getting on well, him and his band have just gotten off tour and have almost finished their new record Reincarnate. His childhood dreams were going as planned, touring the world, making music, he never liked anyone ho...
You may want to listen to the song above, and remember to read the author note X Congratulations you made it this far xx thankyou **** Madelyn's birthday came about and the whole family gathered at Chris's house just before they head off on their first tour since Madelyn. Rather than it being a time of mourning Chris wanted to celebrate her life, and the fact that his babygirl would have been seventeen years old today if she wasn't so unfortunate. However there was still a draft of emotional distress throughout the afternoon at the Cerulli house.
The house was packed full, the band was there, Linda from the orphanage was there, the old and new studio managers attended also, at the front door there was a pile of flower bunches that everyone had brung. Everyone was talking amongst themselves but someone wanted out of it.
-Floss's POV-
"Excuse me, excuse me" I said quietly flashing fake smiles as I wandered through the crowded living room and headed upstairs. I went to the bathroom, sorting my dress and hair and headed out. I took a glance at Madelyn's old room and stood for a second. I slowly entered the room, Looking around slowly at all the posters, I saw myself with my best friend on the bed before me, the day we had our first sleepover talking about our big dreams, our week plans and kissing boys. My eyes watered, tears running down my cheeks and onto my dress.
I heard the door creek open and I jumped, I looked over to see Dylan. "Hey" he said quietly, "Hey" I replied, We a,ways spoke in a hushed tone when in maddy's room, for respect of course. It was eerie but peaceful in this part of the house, and we wanted to keep it that way.
He stood towards me and we both glanced at each other in the eyes.
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"It's strange being here, this place had so much life to it, but now it's just- "Grey?" I said. "Yeah, grey" said Dylan looking around, "I used to love this room, but now- I don't know what I feel about it, I have a sort of love hate relationship with this place" "I wish she was here, to know all the good Chris has done to help us," said Dylan. "Not just us, the kids at the orphanage, and how he has forgave people, and set things right"
"He's a good man, he doesn't deserve any of this in my eyes" said Dylan heading towards the door,
I got on my knees, and put my hands together "Oh Madelyn, if only we could see what has happened, how we are all feeling, I hope to see you when the time has come and-
"Your seriously not saying religious shit are you?" Said Dylan, his voice no longer hushed,
"After being under the influence of drugs yes, that's all I could turn to, my biological parents were Catholic," I sniffled, "I don't want anything to do with that bullshit" he left at once. I stayed sitting, my body beginning to shake, as I began to full on sob. I thought he would have been atleast a little respectful, or accepting. I crawled backwards against the wall, and brung my knees to my chin.
