How I Became the 4th Member of a (former) All-Boy Band

I Go Over For the Cupcakes

aaaaaand she's back! :D do i hear some cheers and applause? (haha no that's just my big ego talking. but i'm not holding you back from sending me cookies and chocolate, so...)

thanks to all who has read, added my story, voted on every freaking chapter, commented, bugged the crap out of me to update... ahha yesh kinda annoying but LOVE YOU ALL ANYWAY.

read on now, and don't hurt me because it's short. they're all short. -angry face-

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Skye’s POV:

Dad wasn’t home again. It’s getting kind of depressing, especially since I kept flashing back to when he’d said he’d try. I should’ve known.

I shut the TV off, as the only good show that was on was the Big Bang Theory, and I’d already seen that episode before. Sean had other plans for today, so he couldn’t come over, and Maddie was celebrating her mom’s birthday. Lucky her. I didn’t even know which city my mom was in now.

I was bored. Out. Of. My. Wits.

As I passed through the kitchen, I caught sight of the note my dad had left on the fridge, and instinctively, I reached out and ripped it to itty bitty pieces. Oh, yeah, I was a monster. A lonely, lying, stupid monster.

I couldn’t do this anymore. I couldn’t stand this deafening silence any longer. I practically ran up the stair to my bathroom. I didn’t bother turning on the light, because it would show my reflection, and I didn’t want that.

Cut. Self-harm. Disgusting, really, I mean, I knew it wasn’t good, it was selfish, it was stupid, it was---Cut. But I couldn’t. Cut. Stop. I sank down to the floor, eyes shut. Stop thinking, I ordered myself. It’s not like anyone cared. I put on too much of a show for people to know. For people to see past my bullshit to this sad, lonely girl.

“Don’t do it anymore, okay?”

My eyes snapped open, but it was dark. I was alone on my bathroom floor, clutching a blade, blood dripping down my arm. Those were Shane’s words.

No.

I didn’t want to think about him. I didn’t want to think, period. Too many feelings. Cut. Focus on the pain; that was real. That would never turn away from me.

I was such a depressing freak; saying that pain was the only one I could rely on. Psh. Dammit.

Been stuck now, so long

Must’ve got the start wrong

One more, last try,

I’mma get the ending right

I started at the sudden sound. Since when did Josh Ramsay appear in some random girl’s bathroom and start singing to her? (Not that I’d complain if he did.) It was my phone, on the counter. I sighed, reaching for the phone. “What’s up?”

“Skye,” replied Shane. “How are you doing?”

“Uh… great?” I got up from the floor slowly. “Why?”

“Just wondering. What are you doing right now?”

I froze for a second, and then remembered that technology wasn’t that great and he couldn’t see my guilty expression. “Nothing…” I cursed when the blade slipped out of my hand. Thankfully, it hit the floor and not my innocent foot.

“…Skye? What happened?” Was it me, or did he sound suspicious?

“I just dropped some stuff,” I said. “I’m a klutz, you know?” I forced a nervous laugh.