Don't Let Go (A Connor Ball / Tristan Evans Fan-fiction)

Chapter 49 - Sad.

Chapter 49

When I'm sad I like to sit on the wall in front of the beach. It's the one that me and Tristan used to sit on when we felt down or just wanted to chat. It calmed me and made me feel a sense of peace.

I watch as the waves crash onto the sand and melt away slowly. Sort of like me. I make a big entrance and then slowly fade away, into a sea of better people.

I pull my beanie further onto my head and wipe away the tears from the wind. I'm not crying. There is nothing left to cry about. I'm a failure and a waste of space, I just have to get on with it. I look up at the dull sky, which looks so dry and lifeless. Pathetic fallacy huh? It has a habit of making its way back into my life doesn't it?

My hands are pretty much white from the cold, and could not be more numb. My arms are wrecked and covered in scars. Even the first marks haven't healed yet, I will always be like this. I'm not sure if I'm just immune to the pain, but nothing seems to bother me anymore. At least, if it does I just take it under my wing and it gives me an excuse to hurt myself or feel depressed. I guess I am just used to it then. I'm numb throughout and always will be. I can not be healed or mended, I will always be this way.

Tristan's POV

My eyes sting as I walk towards Lucy's house, head whirling along side. The bottle in my left hand numbs any type of pain I feel, well sort of. Okay, not really.

My body is buzzing from the alcohol and I feel like I have so much energy, yet at the same time I feel exhausted. I knock on the red door as wait for an answer, leaning against the porch window.

"Tristan?" I hear looking up to see Lucy after what seems like years. "What are you doing?" She asks with pure shock plastered all over her face.

"Um, where's Chloe?" I slur.

"Are you drunk?" She bitterly asks making me shake my head.

"What, no! I just had a bit" I mumble watching her intensely. "Where is Chloe?" I ask again, becoming inpatient.

"Where have you been all this time? You left her when she was at her weakest" she sounds like a mother which makes me sigh in frustration.

"I said, where is Chloe?" Lucy was pissing me off big time now, I only asked one god damn question.

"I don't know" she said in monotone.

"Fucks sake!" I shout throwing my arms in the air.

"What do you want? Why are you here?" She asks crossing her arms.

"I'm taking Chloe home for Christmas" I say simply taking another swig from my bottle.

"Um, no your not" she laughs taking the bottle from my hand.

"Give that back! Fuck!" I shout at her.

"No, if your talking to Chloe you need to get your act together. She will be mortified if she sees you like this!" She gestured at my foul state.

I grumble at her and walk down the drive. "Where are you going?" She at me.

"I know exactly where she is" I mumble heading to the one place she is bound to be when she's sad.

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Chloe POV

I jump when I feel a cold hand on my shoulder, terrified to see who it is.

"Tristan? What the hell?" I say, not to sure wether I'm in shock or anger.

"I missed you" he says jumping over so he can sit next to me.

"I did too. Where where you all this time" I ask.

"Um, I don't know" he slurs making my eyes go wide.

"Are you drunk?" I ask with disappointment.

"No" he breaths and I shake my head. Why has he done this to himself? Sure, I hate him at the moment but he is the only family I have and it hurts to see him in this foul state. I rub my arms and look at him to see him staring back down at them.

"Chloe, what the hell is that on your arm?"