As I walked through the door I realized i was not in the restroom. I was on a stage! I looked out onto the sea of people. Thousands of screaming girls and boys surrounded the stage. Behind me were a set if chairs and two screens being projected on. Every eye in the building was on me. I felt sick. There were thousands of judgmental glares. I could hear people laughing. Tears streamed down my face. I wanted to run but I froze. I then felt the urge to hurl. I felt awful as I a threw up on a group of teenagers. I was bringing to hyperventilate.
I was snapped out of the trance by two security guards prompting me to leave. I felt a surge of strength and ran of stage.
I ran to a dark corner and tears bust out. I was silent though. I didn't want people to know I was here. I sat silently listening to the words of the strangers passing by. Not one noticed not one cared. The boys they were gone and I felt alone. I reached for the small cross body I had brought knowing I had something of use in there. All I found was an old school I.D.
Although it was not as efficient as a blade I began to run the edge of the I.D. against my arm. Finally I drew blood. This one was for my fear. Agin and agin I sliced until blood was dropping down my arm. I had 7 cuts. one for fear and 6 for every one I thought cared but was never there.
The blood seemed to collect but I didn't mind. I waited there in that corner for quite some time. Suddenly someone was close to me. It was a male. He got closer and closer. I screamed bloody murder thinking he was a creep. I felt a gently hug and heard a whisper it's ok. And I realized the male was not a stranger to me. It was Jc.
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A "fine" life
FanfictionA Jc Caylen fan-fiction! CLEAN! Not completed yet. -------------------------------------- Jc and I had been best friends for a long time. I look back now cherishing those precious moments. I still love him too bad he forgot me. The following chap...
