(J’S POV)
I sat in the hall by myself. Everyone else was either in the waiting room, in her room, or home, resting. It’s been almost two months now that she has been out.
“J! Come in quick! It’s Blake!” Andy said suddenly as he ran out of her room.
Dear god, please don’t let her be…
My thoughts were interrupted by a long, steady beep.
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(BLAKE’S POV)
“Where am I?” I asked. It was all black, with a single light hundreds of yards away.
“Blake! Don’t come over here! Go back! Go back to Blade and J!” I heard a voice yell. I’ve heard this voice before.
“Mum?” I yelled.
Suddenly, a woman in ripped blood red skinny jeans and a torn BVB shirt came out of nowhere. She had short black hair that covered one eye, a nose, nose bridge, eyebrow, and snakebite piercings, and a choker and silver locket around her neck. Her arms were covered in tattoos.
“Yes, Blake! You have to turn back! You shouldn’t be here!” she yelled.
“Where is ‘here’? I asked.
“Home,” she whispered.
“Carter, Angel, what’s wrong?” a man asked. He was wearing ripped black skinny jeans and a ripped suicide silence shirt. His black hair covered one eye. He had snakebites and a rose tattoo on his neck, and many more on his arms and knuckles. There was a necklace around his neck.
“Ashes, this is Blake, she tried to commit. Please, speak to her,” she whispered. Mum and Ashley stepped out of the shadows and I gasped. They both had a huge pair of black angel wings.
“Please don’t, Blake. I know, it may seem hard now, but you will regret it. It took me eight years to see Carter again after I committed. It broke my heart. I wished I didn’t and I could have had a family with her, but fate took its own route, I guess. Stay strong, for me, for your Mum, for Mitch,” he whispered. I looked behind him and saw a man with short brown hair that was spiked up. He had on Ray Bands, a loose tank top, and skinny jeans. His arms and neck were covered in tattoos and he had a Kanji symbol for strength under his left eye. He, too, had large black wings.
“O-okay,” I stuttered. Mitch, Mum, and Ashley came up to me and put a hand on my head.
“Remember, keep listening to music,” they all said at once.
I gasped and opened my eyes.
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Mourning Star (Sequel to Unbroken)
FanfictionCarter's daughter, Blake Wolf, has grown into a (semi) mature young woman, who has a knack for getting into trouble. How will J and the bands keep her in line? Will she fall in love with The Prophet's son?
