Mourning Star (Sequel to Unbroken)

'Cause We Are Broken, What Must We Do To Restore...

(BLADE’S POV)

“Blade! I’m going! I’ll be home in a few hours!” Dad yelled up the stairs. 

“Where to?”

“Blake moved to town, I’m helping her set up the apartment,” He said before the door slammed shut.

“Great,” I muttered.  I still loved Blake.  Even though I was the one who broke things off, I missed and loved her. I regret my decision every day. 

Sighing, I went back to my homework.  If I wanted to graduate this year, I had to complete all of my classes with at least a B-.

***

(BLAKE’S POV)

I woke up and looked at my phone.  It was only a quarter to eight.  Groaning, I rolled out of bed and took a shower before slipping on a Theory of a Deadman shirt and white skinny jeans. 

I walked out to the kitchen and made some eggs and bacon for the girls and I.  I had just sat down when my phone rang, blaring “In the End” around the quiet apartment.

“Hello?” I answered.

“Hey Blakey,” Andy said.

“Hey Uncle A,”

“Wanna come over tonight? As a ‘hey you’re here and we haven’t seen you in months’ sort of get together?”

“Sure, what time?”

“Uh, can you head over in an hour?”

“Yeah, Can I bring the girls?”

“The more the merrier!”

“’kay, see you then,”

“Bye Blakey!”

I hung up the phone and walked into Katie’s room.  I opened the door and sat on her sleeping figure.

“Gerofferme,” she mumbled.

“Nope! We are going to the BVB house in an hour, get your ass up,” I yelled.

“Bitch,” she mumbled as she sat up.  I laughed and walked to Katt’s room.  I didn’t even go in her room, I just pounded on the door and blared music.  If you were close enough to Katt when she first woke up, she would actually scratch you with her nails, which is why she is called Katt instead of Kattherine.

After I was sure she was awake, I walked to my room and applied my eyeliner and brushed and straightened my hair.  Once I was satisfied, I clipped my African wild Dog tail on, something I haven’t done since the last time I saw Blade. 

Thirty minutes later, we were all fed, dressed, and heading out the door.  I drove, which meant I got to choose the music.  I turned on one of my old Suicide Silence albums, No Time to Bleed.  I have had his album since I was in preschool.  I remember Dad gave it to me, saying it used to be Mum’s.

“Gahh!” Katie groaned.  She wasn’t a huge fan of the heavier bands like Katt and I were.  She preferred Green Day and Blink 182. 

“Get used to it Katiebear,” I laughed as we pulled into the BVB driveway. 

“I’m home, my bitches! Now where is my coffee?!” I said in a posh accent.

“Blake!” I heard ten voices yell. I led the girls with me to the living room, where everyone was sitting. 

“Everyone, these are my two best friends, roommates, and sisters, Katt and Katie!” I announced.

“WAIT! I remember you! The polar opposite girls!” CC exclaimed.

“Yeah, that’s us, two bitches that found only one thing in common to base a friendship on,” Katie admitted.

“Tell them what the one thing is!” I demanded.

“Is it our band?” Ashley asked.

“No!” Katie yelled while laughing.  “No, it’s Green Day, actually,”

“I take offence,” Jake said.

“Whatever! You do not!” I yelled.  Suddenly everyone was quiet as they focused on something behind me.  I turned around.

Shit.

***

(BLADE’S POV)

I sighed as I heard yelling downstairs.  Walking downstairs, I heard two female voices that I haven’t heard in four years.

I arrived downstairs and saw a girl with light brown hair.  She had her back turned to me, though, so I couldn’t see her face.  I knew who it was.  The tail gave it away. She was standing next to a girl with long brown hair and another with short black hair.

“Whatever! You do not!” she yelled.  No one responded.  Everyone looked at me and Dad looked… what? Angry? Worried? Relieved? I don’t know. 

The girl turned around and stared at me. She had a septum piercing, lower labret piercing, eyebrow piercing, and snakebites.  Her honey brown hair was cut Joan-Jett style and her once icy blue eyes were now a hard, stone grey.  She was thin, almost too thin, and her tan skin was covered in freckles and tattoos. 

“Wild Dog?” I asked, hesitantly taking a step forward. 

“Raccoon?” she asked, walking up to me.  There were only five inches of space between us.  She whipped her hand up and slapped me, quickly and sharply square on the cheek.  I deserved it. 

After she realized what she had done, she wrapped her thin arms around me.  We were both about 6’-6’ 1”-ish.

“I missed you,” I whispered as I wrapped my arms around her waist.  I heard several ‘awe’s and Blake broke away.  She gave her friends a ‘stay’ look and grabbed my hand, leading me to the back porch.

“Why?” she whispered.  Only then I had realized she was crying.

“I don’t know, I have no real reason, Blake.  I’m sorry,” I whispered. 

“I thought I lost you.  Even if we were only together for a few months, I missed you so much,” she sobbed.

“I’m sorry, so sorry,” I whispered.

“Did Andy tell you what happened after you stopped… communicating… with me?” she asked.  Dad just said she was having a rough time, so was I, but he said she was worse off.  I shook my head.  “Do you want to know?” she asked.  I nodded.  I needed to know what I did.  I needed to know if I deserved her after all the shit I’ve put her through.

“Okay,” she took a deep breath.  “I stopped eating altogether for a week and a half, and had to go to the hospital after I fainted.  I refused to leave my room for two months, which was why I wasn’t eating.  Dad, Jayy, and Dahvie all tried to help, but I refused to let them.  Hell, even Chris and Ricky slew in from Scranton to see if they could help.  It took all my power no to commit like Ashley did.  I seriously wanted to die.  I wanted to be with my mother, wherever the hell she is.  Looking back on it, it seems I was a bit over dramatic, eh?” she spilt.  I could feel tears dripping down my cheeks as I hugged her close. 

“I refused to speak.  To anyone.  I wouldn’t come out of my room for anything but school.  It got so bad.  I couldn’t bare the possible pain I put you through.  I thought I wasn’t good enough for you.  You could do so much better.  I don’t deserve someone as talented and beautiful as you.  You need a guy who isn’t broken or fucked up at all,” I said suddenly.

“But sometimes we need someone who is broken, because the two people may find that together, their broken pieces make a whole,” she whispered into my tear-stained chest.

“I love you,” I whispered.

“I don’t know if I can say that quite yet, Raccoon,” she whispered, I nodded.  We stood there, wrapped in each other’s embrace, ignoring the world for what felt like eternity.