Lil Skies

Chapter Twenty-Six😔🤔

(A/N: I didn't really like where the story was going so there's gonna be like a time skip so yeah.)

LIL SKIES' P.O.V.

Quite a bit of time has passed. Everyone's just been trying to recover from everything that's happened. Which was a lot. The day we got the news that he passed, Daniel ended up... uh... killing someone. Two people actually. The other two that were involved are now in prison. And Daniel took the blame so he's gonna have court in the next few weeks I don't know how long his sentence is gonna be, but that's not even half of what happened.

Kat and I separated. After __ passed, everyone was obviously dealing with major problems, and for Kat, depression was one of them. It got so bad that it was to the point where I couldn't even help her. She wouldn't take my help. So when I left.. she gave up on me.

My texts would be left on read, my calls ignored, she stopped using social media, she stopped making music, I couldn't get ahold of her, that's when I got really worried. I tried to visit her at her house about a week later, then I found out she moved, and I don't know where to. I spent so much time looking for her... that I hadn't really talked to anyone lately. Not Gazzy, not Landon, not Dimitri, not Jared, Isaiah, Diego, or Kamrin, not even my parents. I haven't been making music either. I'm starting to get worried about myself.

My own depression is becoming more severe. I need her. I needed someone. After everything that's happened, between loosing one of my best friends, loosing contact of everyone, I'm pretty much alone all the time, still paranoid about every little thing, I haven't even really been going outside, but when I do I keep a gun wit me.

DING DONG!

A sense of panic coursed through me when I heard the door bell. Who could it possibly be? One of those guys? Kat? My friends? I was frozen in place, I almost didn't want to answer cause of the slight chance that it could be one of those killers.

There was then a loud rapid knock on the door, that's when I grabbed the handgun in my drawer and loaded it.

My door opened, and I aimed my gun.

"Hello- OH MY GOD!"

I quickly put down my glock once I realized that it was just Jacey.

"Fuck I'm sorry Cee, I thought you was someone else."

"WHY THE FUCK WOULD YOU POINT A GUN AT ME?! GEESH I'M GONNA HAVE PTSD FOR THE REST OF MY LIFE NOW!"

"Calm down. You the one who jus walked in my house all unannounced and shit."

"Still. Not. Cool."

"Uh... sorry?"

"Thank you. Now... um... how you holding up?"

"Pretty awful actually. Everyone cut me off, and every time I try to talk to someone about my feelings they just... uhh what I'm tryna say is... no one gives a fuck about me."

"Hey... I give a fuck about you."

"Wow. Sure sounds like it."

"You know what I mean."

"I guess. Now what are you doing here anyways? It's hella early."

"I just wanted to see how you were doing."

"Well thanks. But you should prolly go."

"What? Why? Don't you wanna... hang... for a lil bit?"

"Uhmm... sureee?"

Jacey smiled devilishly.

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KAT'S P.O.V.