Synthetic Love- A Chris Motionless love story

Chapter 13

~*Alexandria's P. O. V.*~

I ran. It was all I could do. Just run. I finally slowed down, only to fall to my knees and cry. I buried my face in my hands and just cried.

"I can't believe he did it," I sobbed.

He did it. He hurt me JUST. LIKE. SAM.

No, he hurt me WORSE than Sam. I loved Chris more than anyone or anything in this world. He said he would never hurt me, but he did anyways. Where do I go? I can't go back to that house.

"Skylar," I mumbled quietly.

I got up and ran to Skylar's and Hunter's apartment we use to share.

It was blocks away but I didn't care, I ran.

I finally got there, ran to their floor and knocked on the door.

"Hel-....Alex? What are you doing here? Oh my god, what's wrong?" she asked leading me inside.

We sat on the couch in the small living room and she put her arm around me as I cried and told her the incident. Hunter came in the room in the middle of my story and did that same as Skylar did, put his arm around me and listened. They were both completely appalled.

"Oh Alex, I'm so sorry. I know it wont help but I really am sorry," Skylar said hugging me.

"Please stay here hun. We don't want you having to back to them until everything is resolved," Hunter told me.

"Thank you guys s-so m-much," I sobbed.

It was 4:11 so we all went out separate ways, Hunter and Skylar in their room, me to my old room.

I opened the door and turned on the lights. I almost forgot what this room looked like.

(start playing Bleed by Hot Chelle Rae at this point)

Two walls were fire red, two were shadow black. The room was filled with band posters like Black Veil Brides, Mayday Parade, HIM, Slipknot, and even a few Motionless in White.

I looked at the one of Chris and cried harder.

"I loved you," I mumbled to the picture on the wall. I ripped it down and threw it in the corner. I laid on my old bed but never fell asleep. How could I sleep? Instead I played music quietly so Hunter and Sky were disturbed and just thought. All the times Chris and I were together. Our times when we first met, when we first started hanging out, when we were best friends, our concerts together, hanging out at the local park just sitting on swings and laughing, the HIM/ Morrissey concert when we first kissed.

"Does he remember any of that?" I whispered sadly.

Why? Why did this have to happen? He meant more to me than anything. Now he's gone. What am I going to do? I buried my face into my pillow and cried and cried louder than before.

Why........