~ Warning. There is self harm in this Chapter.~ You stand and weep as the jet sets off, with your new family inside. You scream, pain is unbelievable, like your heart is cracking open. They've gone. How could they? You have nowhere to go. Nothing to do. No one to go to. You collapse to your knees, hysterical. You snort, hiccuping and struggling to breath, your wails are transfusing into gasped sobs. 'No. Please come back" you sob. After an hour of sorting yourself out, you discover that Cc had slipped the keys to the y tourbus into your pocket. You mope back, opening the door to let yourself inside. There's a note on the steering wheel " No crashing please, We believe in you sweetheart. xx" You begin to cry again, wiping the tears away with the back of your hand. You slip the note into your pocket, and sit yourself behind the steering wheel. It feels good to drive again, like you're in control. You like that. You jab at the radio button, which instantly starts a CD playing. Bullet for my Valentine, Fever. That's lucky, you love this album. You sing along loudly, your voice echoing around the empty bus. " IF I TEAR YOU OPEN WIDE. TAKE A LOOK INSIDE. ARE YOU PRETTY? CAN I GET INSIDE YOUR MIND? SEE WHAT I CAN FIND. ARE YOU PRETTY? SO JUST TAKE OFF THAT DISGUISE - EVERYONE KNOWS THAT YOU'RE ONLY..PRETTY ON THE OUTSIDE!" You wail along with the music, swinging into the lot where the bus had spent the last week. Once parked, you climb out of the drivers seat to use the bathroom. You notice that someone left a razor in the bathroom. You lift it, hold it in your hand, the handle is cold and smooth. * FlashBack* You're fourteen years old. "Stupid emo cunt" The girl shoves into you, "Run back to the orphanage little fag, no one wants you here. Oh wait.." She begins to cackle "Noone wants you there either!" She spits in your face. You turn and flee, out of school, down several gunnels and side tracks, your lungs burning, tears streaming down your face, until you end up in your favourite spot, on a rock by a stream. You get the pencil sharpener out of your pencil case and smash it against a rock. You wipe the blade before angrily swiping it through the soft flesh on your wrist. You watch the cut for a second, blood breaks the surface of your skin, gushing down your arm. You realise it could be a fatal cut and you hardly care. Nobody cares. You take in the beautiful surroundings, pushing all the nasty words out of your mind. You'd at least like to die in peace. After several minuets, the world starts to blur and you drift into unconsciousness. *Flashback Over* You bite your lip, attempting to grate the razor over your skin, you hardly make a scratch, blood pools in two or three tiny cuts on your arm. You throw the razor aside and decide a cold shower would calm you down a bit. The icy water sends brilliant tingles down your spine, you feel so fresh and new eventhough everything has fallen apart yet again. You think about this morning, just relaxing, messing around with the guys. You think of the night with Andy in the hospital and bite your lip, you don't cry, there are no more tears. You just can't believe how quickly the situation escalated. You're shocked by someone entrancing the bathroom. You turn, opening your mouth to scream then quickly closing it again. There in the doorway is a tall slender leather jacket wearing man. He has black straightened hair and bright blue eyes. Your heart flips "I couldn't leave you Bree" his voice is thick and husky. You stand there behind the frosted panel unable to find the words. Andy takes a step forward, flinging open the shower screen and catching you in a world shattering kiss. His lips crush into yours, his arms going around your naked body, you pull him closer. It feels like fireworks are going off. The electricity is amazing. He must feel it too because he won't leave your lips even to pull his shirt off properly. You run your fingers down his chest, stopping in each tattoo for a second. He pulls you close and you both collapse back into the running water together.

Notes

Whoop! He came back! Was it what you were expecting or not? Comments get a call out and batman shaped brownies! Much love guys, will update soon! Xxx