Someone Somewhere ~DISCONTINUED~

Prologue

It's funny how you can live your whole life depending on that one thing to keep you going. That one thing that somehow keeps you sane, when everything around you is slowly becoming crazier and too much to handle. Music. That's all that kept me going, through depression, anxiety, self-harm, severe bullying and torment. Music was always there for me when no one else was. As cliche as it sounds, music helped me find myself. It became my coping method when my cutting became too much.

I'm Athena, 19 years old, tall-ish with dark brown hair reaching my lower back, and blue/grey eyes, much like Andy Biersack's. I have my nose, septum, tongue and ears pierced. My ears are stretched to an inch and almost always have plugs or tunnels in that I had custom made, with designs and band logos or album covers on them, but are usually covered by my hair. I live in California with one of my best friends, Sara. I was always that weird "emo" outcast that very few people liked or willingly talked to, but I still managed to have great friends.. and yes they were also the "emo" outcasts of the school. I was the one who got the most attention, always negative. I got bullied throughout school non-stop, progressively getting worse the older I got. You know how people are always quick to judge you as soon as they see you? That's exactly what happens to me. The second they see me I know exactly what they're thinking. Automatic judgement is a bitch that seems to always find a way back to its favorite victim. They look at me with disgust across their faces. Weither it be from my taste in music, what I wear, or my piercings and tattoos.

I have about 6 all together. I count the ones on my wrist as one, my left wrist says "Stay" while the one on my right says "Strong" in small font. Below my left wrist, is my second tattoo. PTV's Collide With The Sky girl, just below with the lyrics "I kissed the scars on her skin" from A Match Into Water. I got this tattoo with my best friend on my 19th birthday, while hers says "I still think you're beautiful and I don't ever wanna lose my best friend". The third is on my right thigh and is Ghost Town's Off With Her Head. Ghost Town is one of my favorite bands, and that is one of my favorite songs by them. Plus Alister Dippner is my favorite artist. I have a dreamcatcher on my left ribcage that reaches from just under my arm to my waist. On my left shoulder I have Sleeping With Sirens lyrics "Sometimes you've gotta fall before you fly, we're gonna work it out" which is probably one of my most meaningful tattoos. My sixth tattoo is behind my right ear and is All Time Low's skull and crossbones.

It's amazing how lyrics can change a persons perspective and outlook on life. I used to view the world as a dreadful dark place with nothing but heartache and pain. Broken promises was what my life consisted of. I have trust issues due to my past relationships, and rarely let people in from fear of being devastated and left without a goodbye once again. A few months after my 16th I honestly thought nothing could go wrong... that was until that night changed everything

*Flashback*

~ Athena's POV ~

"Dylen where are you? You were supposed to be here 2 hours ago!"

"Look babe, I'm sorry there's a ton of traffic right now but I should be there so-"

Thats when his voice suddenly stopped and the sound of breaking glass and metal took it's place.

"Dylen? DYLEN!!"

On the other line I could hear faint sirens becoming clearer, as tears started to stream down my face gradually erupting in sobs and screams. There I was collapsed on the living room floor a broken, numb, mess. I wanted to believe it was a terrible nightmare, but I knew deep down it was real. Minutes later my phone started ringing, and quickly I answered.

"He-Hello?"

"Yes, Mrs. Quinn? There's been a tragic accident evolving Mr. Costello. We advise you come to the hospital as soon as possible. We're afraid he may not have much time left."

As soon as the call ended I grabbed my car keys and rushed to the hospital as fast as I could, not caring how many stop signs I drove by.

The second I got there I ran to the receptionists desk and asked for my boyfriends' room number.

"339, down the hall on the left" she kindly replied and flashed a worrisome smile.

I couldn't answer, I was too busy focussing on reaching Dylen before it was too late.

When I walked in, I wasn't prepared for what I saw. He was broken, nearly unrecognizable. IV's running through his arm and a very weak breathing machine, and heart monitor in the background. The tears started again as I walked to the side of his bed carefully grasping his hand. As I did so, I felt him slowly move then stop due to the excruciating pain he must be in.

"Athena...?"

"Dylen.. they said you may not ma-" , but I was quickly cut off.

"Hey.. I know, don't cry. Please? Just promise me you'll never forget me. Don't let me hold you back. Find someone who makes you the happiest person on earth. You deserve the best in life, I'm just sorry I couldn't give you that"

"Dylen please dont, you're going to get through this! You have to! Remember all the plans we had made after we graduate?!"

"I know, but not every promise can be kept. Athena, I love you. Never forget that"

A few minutes passed of just silence. Him just barley holding me in his arms while I try to not put any weight on him. His heart monitor slowly fading. Then it went silent.

I stayed there, crying, not being able to believe that the one person who understood is now gone forever

*End of Flashback*

After his death I fell into depression, I felt numb, the only closure I had was with a razor blade. No one could truly understand the pain I felt. I became distant afraid to get close to anyone again. The few friends I've had stayed by my side throughout my year of depression, and for once I actually felt like someone cared about me since the accident. Soon after I stopped self-harming, music became my outlet.