The After Life (A Dancemoms fanfic)

You see my scars?!

I wake up the next morning and check my phone, I scrolled through my tweets, then a notification popped up in the middle of the screen.

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Dance with Miss Abby

I drop my phone on my bed and pull my legs out from under the sea blue comforter, my feet guide me to my closet, I grab my bag and put a pair of light green booty shorts and a white lulu lemon top into it and slowly zip it up, I walk into the bathroom and put my makeup on. Foundation, mascara, eyeshadow, eyeliner, and some lip stick. I slowly put some jean shorts and a pink crop top on and walk to the kitchen to fill up a water bottle with water, after that I but the water bottle in my bag, slide my feet into gray toms and out the door I go.

I walk the streets of LA, it's quiet because it's only 6:30 in the morning. The palm trees sway lightly because of the ocean breeze. The waves crash against the sand which creates a soothing sound. Abby's Studio is about 20 minutes from my apartment when you walk, I like walking to her studio early in the morning, it's nice and calming before I go through a stressful practice. Right when I reach her studio I smell her coffee that is freshly brewed. I open the door to the studio and walk to the locker room, I put my bag in my locker and take out the clothes, I change slowly because I got there early. At 7:25 I walk into the studio, Abby hugs me and asks me about Kenzie, I look at her and don't say anything. "Okay, maybe you don't want to talk about that, sorry Mad" she says with a concerned look on her face. She is always worrying about me, I was the one who made her studio in Pittsburgh known. When I was 12 I did music videos for Sia. I got to preform on many big shows like Ellen and Saturday night live. "It's okay, I just don't like talking about it." I say without making eye contact. I slide down into the splits and stretch out all of my muscles, Abby pulled out the gymnastics mats and told me we are gonna work on my skills. I show her what I can do, front Ariel, side Ariel, back tuck, front handspring, back handspring, cartwheel, one handed cartwheel but as I went to go do my round off Abby stopped me. "Maddie what's on your wrists?" I look down at my wrists "uh...its um..." I say trying not to start crying. "Maddie are you okay?!" Abby says expecting me to answer, but I don't. "Maddie lets go talk" she says and puts her hand behind my back and expects me to walk with her. "Maddie come on" "No!" I yell, I don't want to talk to anybody about my scars. "Maddie, please come and talk to me." I turn around and run for the door to the other studio, I open the door and lock it. Abby knocks on the door and begs me to open it but I just sit there quietly, I don't want to talk to anyone, Abby will force me to go to a therapist which could only make my problems worse. "Abby leave me alone" I hear her step away from the door and walk away. I wait a couple minutes until I open the door to make sure she isn't waiting for me to come out in the studio. I silently walk out from the room and go into the bathroom, find a open stall and walk in. I look at my wrists in shock, the scars are really noticeable. I should have covered them up with makeup or a long sleeve shirt. I unlock the stall door, step out and start to walk towards the door and return to my skills practice. I touch the door handle and then get pulled to the ground, I turn my head and see a group of girls that have pushed me down. "Haha nice scars" they say and laugh "Thanks bitches" I say back and stand up but they pull me back down. "What do you guys want" I say and they stare at me "We wanna know what those scars are on your wrists" they say and smirk. "Well i don't think you would care if I told you. Please leave me alone." I stand up and walk out of the locker room. Why do they even care, nobody does. Not even my dad anymore. Miss Abby was waiting for me in the studio. "Abby there are girls making fun of-" she cuts me off "I know. I sent told them to do that and maybe you would have told them but they got mean." I look at Abby and run into the locker room grab my bag and leave, I'm never gonna tell anyone about my scars, I don't care if they see them, I will get pretend there not there.

I run along the streets and fast as I can, I need to get away from Abby's studio. Who would do that to someone who is going through a lot and still shows up for practice. I run across the roads with out looking hoping I won't get hit by a car. I run across the road right before my apartment. I don't look I just run. I was almost there when my world went black. Everything in my world when black, I couldn't hear or see anything it was silent and black...