The Devil in the Mirror

Rose's POV:

I had originally planned on bolting to the BVB tour bus, but I figured if Chris was going to go looking for me, that would be the first place he'd look. And while I'd managed the tough act back there, I knew I wouldn't be able to hold ti if I came face-to-face with him again. Plus I knew Ashley would be there with him, probably wanting to apologize or some crap like that, I honestly cannot believe her. Like, sure, Chris cheated on me, but at the same time technically I had too, not as severely, but still. Ash however, was my supposed friend, and she had blindly gone behind my back and slept with my boyfriend. I call slut.

I raced off towards the descending sun, my shadows chasing behind with every step. Silent tears blurred my vision and gently licked my face as the slid down my pale face. I hastily batted them away with my arm, trying to take deep breaths to calm my racing heart, but to no avail. I knew I would need to slow down eventually, but right now, I couldn't. I just couldn't.

Chris had saved me, and I know that in today's day and age, I shouldn't need a saves, my overly feminist mother had taught me that enough, but at the same time, being taken care of and loved was nice. Chris helped me up after Andy had crushed me, he to had once attempted to free my from myself, and only managed to help me a little bit. Chris was different though. He was sweet and caring, helping me back on my feet ever so slowly, and was ready to catch me if I ever stumbled. He truly had been everything to me, hell, I was on this fucking tour because of him, and then this happened . And my life was ruined fro the second time.

The thing that worries me the most is how am I going to get back up after this ordeal.Surely my heart has been broken for the last time, rally, how much can one girl handle? I tossed my blade, but was I really ready to give up the addiction all together? Probably not. My own fault.

I huffed in air, the cool oxygen stinging my aching lungs slightly, making me pant. I glanced up into the sky; the once orange sun had long since disappeared behind a curtain of whisky clouds, and the moon shone brightly against the twilight sky. I watch with curiosity as the stars twinkled at me, only faint glimpses shining through the smog and pollution, but yet, even the hidden ones I knew were there. They were always there. A rogue ball of starlight crosse the sky at a brilliant speed, going as quickly as it had come. I closed my eyes and silently wished upon the shooting stars. I wished for a better year, to be saved from my destructive self. I wished to find love, to be happy.

When I opened my eyes, they were no longer watering, my breathing had also slowed to a normal pace. I sighed and began to trek back to the buses. As I neared them, I picked up my speed, before leaping atop the picnic table placed conveniently beside the BVB bus, clambering onto the vehicle.

I sighed, relaxing against the ceiling metal, but gazed at the stars, smiling slightly as I made myself comfortable. I was freezing, but the view and my lack of energy made me suddenly immobile. Not that I was complaining. Maybe if I was lucky, I would freeze to death after catching hyperthermia, or the bus would lurch forwards, and I would die. Closing my eyes to those thoughts that both pleased and terrified me, I drifted off into a dreamless nightmare. Since monsters only likes to come and play at night.

Notes

confusing and short chapter :/ my apologies..
Anyways, the point is, Rose is plummeting again, and she has no one by her side anymore. And while having someone to help you through whatever you're going through is nice, ultimately, only you can help yourself and get yourself out of any situation. A lesson that Rose needs to learn.