Songs for this chapter:
•Just An Ordinary Day~ Vanessa Carlton
•Tower (Don't Look Down)~ Skylar Grey
Zoe's POV:
What was I thinking?
Leaving California and going back from where this began.
I take a risky breath and walk through the doors of the small apartment that was once mines. Nothing has changed. The blue roses were still on the windowsill. The petals has faded from a midnight blue to a vastly violet fading to a matching black. I hold my breath as memories flash through my mind and I grip tighter the door.
I take a step deeper into the room and on the undone bed I can almost imagine seeing Jesse almost smiling at me, beckoning for me to come closer. So I do.
I sit on the bed and grip the sheets almost inhaling a small trace of Jesse's scent. I feel my bottom lip quiver and I start feeling the walls I created on the plane is starting to tremble.
I can't.
I'm already here. I can't be week now.
So instead of dwelling anymore I opened up my small suite case and started unpacking. I looked at the far end where a plain bed was made neatly. Carly's bed.
I quickly looked away.
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"A new roommate?" the woman with green hair asked me. I nod my head. "The one I had, had a terrible accident. She no longer attends here," I say with false saddness. The woman's face scrunches in a pity expression. She nods as if understanding. If only...
"Do you have preferences?"
I shake my head,"Any is alright."
I look around and notice the fall decorations replacing he summer ones. A warm feeling spreads through out my body. Autumn. A fresh new beginning. An almost close cycle beginning.
"Well that'll be all. Your new schedule will arrive by early next week. Your room has already be assigned. Better be getting those books," she smirked sending a friendly vibe from her. I chuckle nodding my head. "Yup."
This was a new beginning. At least I hope so.
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Jesse's POV:
"What do you mean she went to New York?" I yell making Tyra jump. "You surely came more angrier than when you were 'alive'," she remarked making me growl at her. She just put a sour face. "She left Jesse. She was mad when she came from the club. No I take that back. She was devasted. Or empty. She looked so empty. And all because of you," she snapped getting back.
She started walking towards me and I slowly backed away.
"Because of your stupid so called fucking plan, she is a mess. She is gone. All that is left is some body," she yelled in frustration her hands thrown in the hair. She has tears in her eyes, and the strong willed Tyra I knew was slowly crumbling in my feet.
"What about Bryan?"
I see her face pale, and she slowly clean her tears from her cheeks. She takes a seat on the black couch and looks out the window. "You suppose friend?" she chuckles darkly. "That bastard deserves to be in that box instead of you," she spat. Her head jerked in my direction. "Who is that in your casket?" She asked as if afraid of the answer.
I don't look at her. Instead I look at the ground. After a few minutes my mind reels back to what she said.
I stood up in a fast movement almost knocking down a vase next to me. "What did Bryan do?" I snapped. I see her bit her lip nervously, as tears sprung in her eyes. "He's a monster Jesse. that isn't Bryna. I know him. He would never do that," she cried out furiously. "Tyra, what has he done to Zoe?" I whisper lowly feeling as if my fist were on fire.
"He has hit her, Jesse. He's beaten Zoe."
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Zoe's POV:
Ring! Ring! Ring!
I look at the caller id and instantly sent it to decline.
Ring! Ring! Ring!
I feel my hands shake as I turned the phone off and shoved it as deep as my bag would go.
I go back to looking around Target at cute dorm decorations in the home deportment. I walk in the lamps section and my face lights up when I see starlight Christmas lights. I pick blue ones and purple ones and put it in the shopping cart with the rest of the supplies for the collage and small apartment.
This semester I want to start fresh. I'm taking the course I was taking and wanting to pass them guaranted. The small butterflies of nervousness are still settle in my stomach. The thoughts of the first day of collage. The new roommate. It was all exciting and frightening at the same time.
I shake my head taking a deep breath and continue down the aisle turning the corner when I bump into someone. "Oh my gosh! I'm so sorry!" a high voice rang out in my ears. I looked down at the girl in front of me and almost awe at how cute she was. She reminded me of a porcaline doll. Big eyes, small lips and smooth brown hair. She was wearing a green t-shirt with a long waisted skirt, making her grey eyes stand out.
"It's okay, I should've looked," I smiled. She still looked terrified. "Oh god. I'm such a klutzs," she giggles nervously. "It's okay," I insist. I look at her art and see similar items as mine. "Collage?" I ask. She nods her head eagerly.
"My name is Danny, short for Danelia," she smiles widely. "Zoe, short for Zoella," I smile back. "Oh god. Exotic," she says in pure glee. I laugh. "Yeah I guess," I said shrugging my shoudlers.
Her cheerfulness seemed to radiate roll down off her and just seep to any one in range. I was the cloeset. "Want to tag along?" I ask hopefull, for at least one friend here. "Yeah?" she nods with grey eyes in full range.
"Let's go."
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{Authors Note:
Danelia! She is played by Danelia Campbell. She seems adorable in a sweet preppy way. What do you think is going on so far? Oh god, Tyra is talking to Jesse!
So my wifi's been a mess. But my internet is back, therefore, updates. This is my last week of work so yay!!It's like midnight and Im updating to make it up for you guys. A second update is in the working in which WILL be up tomorrow or later today I guess, lol. hope you guys enjoy. Comment your thoughts. Hope you like :)
Love you guys <3
~mysterybox_C
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