devastation ~ chandler riggs

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Songs -

Arabella - Arctic Monkeys

Do I Wanna Know - Arctic Monkeys

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I get up and walk into the room where everything would happen. I was ready for this.

"Sit in this chair please," Venice says.

I sit down and I notice several wires of which they would no doubt attach to my temple. Sure enough, I was right.

A man of which I had never seen before, began to stick the wires to my temple, and was very forceful about it. He walked off.

"Hey!" I shouted. I had no idea where Venice, Jasper or that man went. I was left alone in this room.

Just as I was about to get up, huge circular handcuffs clamped around my wrists.

"Where did you go? Let me-" I fell into a very deep sleep. They were tampering with my brain. I didn't feel a thing.

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I wake up, and I don't remember anything. I don't feel any different. All I know is that I'm gone, but who knows I might be different. Maybe it didn't work on me. Who am I kidding? Of course it worked.

I wake up in the room of which I share with Iona. I notice my entire wardrobe was different, none of my old clothes were there. All of them had been replaced with band t-shirts, really short crop tops, leggings, shorts and loads of ripped jeans. I mean, they didn't look bad, and I was very excited to meet the new me.

My hair was no longer the blonde it used to be, its black now and I had 3 pairs of combat boots and about 10,000 pairs of vans/converse. None of which were bright vibrant colours.

I only know that I get a choice of where my piercings go and what tattoos I get.

I walk over to my closet, and pick out my new outfit.

I choose whatever looks the least trashy. Maybe I am still myself. I mean I really don't like any of these clothes.

An Arctic Monkeys top stands out to me, and some leather leggings. I go into the bathroom and slip them on. Turning to the mirror, I see what I have to work with.

I leave my hair as it is, but moving over to where I used to keep my makeup, I see all of my colours have been changed to dark. I reach for some black eyeshadow, with no clue of what style I want to choose, or even if it would look good on me.

Just as I am about to start, Iona walks into the bathroom.

"Want some help there?" She asks.

"Y-Yeah. I mean I wouldn't mind," I stutter. I'm definitely not more confident, if I continue to behave this way, the more I'll be convinced that the change didn't work on me.

Iona begins her work on my face. Applying shades of different dull colours to my eyes, coating my eyelashes in mascara, and finally adding some deep purple lipstick.

I open my eyes, she wanted it to be a surprise and am in shock at the change of my appearance.

"Thanks Iona," I say.

"No problem Bella," she replies. Bella is her nickname for me, some factors of yourself must stick around. I hardly ever let anyone call me Bella, only my parents did.

The only teenage girls here are myself and Iona, I mean it would be good if I had a friend who was a girl right?

I thank Iona once more, then walk out of our room.

I notice Zander further along the hallway.

"Zander!" I call. He turns round and his mouth drops to the shape of an O. (A/N : Zander is already 16, almost 17. He's got blonde hair and blue eyes. He has an eyebrow piercing and a sleeve tattoo.)

"Soooo, what do you think?" I ask.

"Y-You look so... So different! You look amazing," he stutters. I begin to blush.

"Thank you, I smile.

Our moment was of course interrupted, no one has any respect for anyone's conversations or privacy around here. It was interrupted by the one, the only, CHANDLER.

"What do you want?" I spit.

"Calm down tiger," he smirks. Oh that smirk.

"Arabella," Zander says. I turn to look at him, and he gives me the look to shut up.

"It's cool bro. She's just another bitch that I don't need to care about. When you're done with her, like we planned, let me have a go," Chandler snorted, and left.

"W-What..." I say. Tears begin to well up in my eyes.

"Arabella, don't believe him. I would never do that to you!" Zander tries to make up an excuse. hing is, I can see he's fucking lying to me.

"Don't you EVER speak to me again. You just wanted to fuck me didn't you? Huh? Don't lie to me Zander."

He says nothing.

"Fuck you," I say, and I slap his cheek. My hands sting, and his cheek is probably burning, but hell, I don't care.

It was going to be a long life for me here. I can't wait to go out and fight, maybe be lucky enough and get killed, my life was in complete devastation.

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sorry for the slow update, I'm going to try to do daily updates, but school has just started back up again and I've had homework so yeah :) hope you enjoyed the chapter. feel free to leave me some feedback in the comments, also anything you would like to see, let me know. <3