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

I Have a Disease Called Doubt

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 Skye’s POV:

 

I got home at four in the afternoon, because the boys had insisted on getting lunch. There was a moment where some girl thought they were some teen actors on some TV show, so I had to divert the girl’s attention again, and we’d booked it out of there. Exciting shit.

“I’m home!” I called as I walked into the kitchen, but no one answered. I stuck my head into the study. “Dad?”

“Oh, hello, Skye,” he said absentmindedly, staring intently at the computer screen. “What’s up?”

I almost rolled my eyes at his response, but suddenly frustration and loneliness surged up in me and I told him, “I wasn’t home last night.”

“Oh.” He looked up at me, finally. “Where were you then? I didn’t know you went out.”

“I slept over at my friends’.”

“Oh.”

A pause, and suddenly I was just… tired. I was tired of the conversation, of how it’s always been like this, of how I still hoped it would turn out different every time I brought it up.

“I’m going upstairs now,” I started to turn away.

“Wait, Skye-----”

I stopped, disgusted at the hope blossoming up in me.

“Your mother says you haven’t been responding to her emails.”

I didn’t bother turning around. “Tell her I’ll respond when she means what she says.” I left without looking back. I heard him calling after me, but as usual, he didn’t bother coming out after me. Yeah, whatever happened to ‘trying’?

I slammed my door and grabbed my guitar. I didn’t want to feel all this and I didn’t want to cut but I didn’t know how to stop…

Maybe music would take my mind off all this crap for a moment…?

I’ve always needed time on my own

I never thought that I would, need you here when I cry

And the days feel like years when I’m alone

The bed where we lie, is made up on your side

When you walk away, I count the steps that you take

Do you see how much I need you right now?

When you’re gone

The pieces of my heart are missing you

When you’re gone

The face I came to know is missing too

When you’re gone

The words I need to hear to always get me through the day

And make it okay

I miss you

“Hey! Skye!”

I broke apart from Sean to look for who’d called me. Sean’s arms were still around me though, so I tugged against him slightly until he reluctantly let go.