Someone Somewhere ~DISCONTINUED~

A Part Of Me Is Dying

~Athena's POV~

Last night was a raging zoo of drunken bodies. Everyone was shit faced and going bat shit crazy. Ben made it his personal goal to give everyone and everything a lap dance. And when I say everything I mean every fucking piece of furniture his skinny ass could straddle. You know he even made out with his guitar? Called the pretty little lady Meredith, she wasn't much of a looker though. Danny played countless games of beer pong and ended up crashing on the table just making it his cozy little abode. All the bands partied and I danced around with all of them, literally every single one of those guys. Except Cameron. I saw him a few times during the night, no word was spoken between us and I still wanted to know why. There was a girl named Tahlia, she was 22, tall, long black hair, and from what I've heard she was Ben's sister? The band said they met her a few years ago at a show and partied a few times together, took a lot of pictures too, then she went back home to Europe. After she went home they realized how similar she and Ben looked and later found out Tahlia was his sister. Weird right?

I woke up to something stroking my hair, only to realize it had been James. He smiled down at me and kissed my noes, to which I scrunched up and made a disapproving face. It took it a second but the brutal hangover kicked in and I gripped my head tightly, a few seconds later James had given me a few Advil. When I took a look around the bus was completely trashed, band members were mangled and wrapped up in just about everything from curtain, to someone else's clothes, and bed sheets... and then there was Danny who managed to start a new trend. That trend being dirty underwear around his neck like some prize. Seriously, he had a smug look on his face while cradling a bottle of Jack. I took my chance and got the closest phone to my being and took a picture, and James chuckled.

"You're putting that on every social media you can aren't you?" To which I replied, "You bet your sweet ass I am!"

"Oh so you've been looking haven't you?" I turned a new shade of red and struggled to find my words "N-no it was just and e-expression. I didn't literally-"

"I'm just messing with you love,  I mean I wouldn't blame you. I catch Ben looking at it all the time"

"Well.. Ben would probably stare at anyone's ass who happened to walk by" speaking of the devil, we heard a groggy groan behind us. Ben woke up looking as trashed as ever.

"Whose ass have I been looking at?" James and I laughed at his expression until he got himself up and locked himself in the bathroom.

"Are you still up for hanging out later, after this hangover wears off a bit I mean?" I smiled and kissed his cheek in response.

"I wouldn't miss it. What time would you like to head out?"

"Around 4 or 5, maybe"

~

Around 2 everyone was up and complaining about how their head hurts. You'd think these guys would have been used to this shit by now. I was currently in the bathroom getting ready to spend the rest of my day with James, it was 3:30 now. I got undressed and looked at myself in the mirror and looked at a scar on my shoulder. Memories from the crash came flooding back and I felt something run down my cheek. I touched my face and noticed I had been crying, I couldn't bear to have this taunt me for the rest of my life. I needed to move on, but didn't want to forget. I couldn't forget him. He means.... meant everything to me and I will continue to live in his memory. He wouldn't want me to let him being gone hold me back, but it has. For years it has and I want to finally move on, but it feels as though a part of me is dying. And it starts right here, right now. I took off the necklace he had given me on my 16th birthday and put it in my pocket, one painful reminder gone. 

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*RANT*

As a writer I'd like to know what you guys want to happen and think of the story. It's really frustrating when I ask for your thoughts but no one messages me or comments on the chapter page. The only person who is messaging me about the story, giving input, voting every update, and telling me what they do and occasionally don't like or saying what could have been done better is Tahlia. I feel like I'm only writing for one person besides myself and it's annoying. I might as well just be in boxing them the story for their read only, cause it's pretty much what I'm doing.

*RANT OVER*

Title Credit: Ice Nine Kills - What I Never Learned In Study Hall

(FUCKING LOVE THAT SONG AND I GET TO SEE THEM LIVE WITH MIW)

I'm sorry this is short and suckish, I felt kind of rushed. I'll try to update once a week, maybe Wednesday?

Fair Winds guys!

- Cassidy ♡