My lids were heavy lying against my eyes, and my body felt weightless. Worthless bitch, if you’d only went home you’d be alive, but no. Now you’re dead, and it’s their fault. Do you want them to live with that? You fag! The voice inside my head screamed at me. What? What do you mean? I’m not dead! I can feel my chest moving. I’m not dead!! I shouted back at it, wishing that I could cry. Try it, darling. Cry and you’ll add another few scars to your body. You are so worthless. That’s why they hit you with a golf cart. You’re not wanted on this planet. Nobody loves you. No one. Its voice whispered into my skull, making me believe every word it said. Still paralyzed by the darkness, I felt my chest rise and fall in a rapid pace. This is it. I thought freely, hoping that the darkness would take me deeper into its shadows, but it didn’t. I felt myself be let go by the voice, and was able to control my body again. I gasped, my eyes opening, sitting up in a swift movement, then hitting my head on something. I brought my hand to my forehead, glancing at what I just hit. No, not what, who I just hit. Piercing hazel eyes connected with my stormy grey ones, causing me to hold in a breath that soon sought its way down into my throat. The breath caught hold in my esophagus making me choke, which then proceeded to brew a storm of coughs escape through my lips.
“Andy, get her some water, will you?” The man with the hazel eyes directed back at another figure, eyes never leaving mine. “Are you okay there?” I nodded, steadying my breathing pattern. I felt myself sink into his beautiful, sparkling eyes, wanting to know every secret that was held inside of his mind. I wanted to know if he was actually the happy, joking person that the public eye saw. I wanted to know if he allowed himself to stop being strong for enough time to let himself cry out all of the pain that had gathered into his soul. I want to know what I looked like to him. If I looked like a normal rocker girl, or the helpless girl that cried herself to sleep each and every night. I wondered if he knew who I actually was or if he couldn’t see through the brick wall I had built over the last few years of my life.
“Here,” said a very deep voice, who’s I recognized as Andy’s. I was snapped out of my thoughts, seeing the hazel eyed angel look as if he were trying to search into my soul as I was to him. He broke our gaze, grabbing the glass from Andy and handed it to me. My fingers wrapped around the glass, feeling the warmth of his hand briefly before he pulled his hand away. I leaned back against the back of the couch, pulling my knees into my chest, both hands wrapping around the glass, as I stared down into the water aimlessly. I hear someone clear their throat and start to speak.
“So, uh, I’m CC. This is Andy and Jake… Well... You probably already knew that…” He stumbled over the words, his husky voice like silk washed over my body, causing goose bumps to inflame on my skin.I forced a smile onto my lips as I introduced myself. “Annah, not Anna, ah-na.” I clarified to the men. They bought the smile that was plastered on my face, as they returned the smile. I made the mistake of glancing down at CC; I saw his lips turn thin, as white teeth gleamed brightly, demanding every inch of my attention. His smile faded, his full, soft pink lips returning to its normality. My eyes trailed over his face, skin pulled perfectly over his facial structure, his chin rounded to perfection, and it was enough to make my heart melt. A hand settled on CC’s shoulder, as he turned his head to look at Jake.
“Andy and I are going to pick up Sammi, go meet Jinxx, then go clubbing. You coming?”
CC bit down on his plump bottom lip, eyeing me in his peripheral vision, then shook his head. “Nah, go ahead. I don’t really want to wake up with another hangover tomorrow anyways.” Jake nodded and patted his shoulder blade, walking out of the bus with Andy on his heels. CC looked back at me, arching an eyebrow curiously. “What’s so interesting in me?” He questioned.
I shrugged my shoulders, staring back into the full glass of water that was in my hands. “You just seem…. Different. “ I looked over at him just in time to see his head tilt to the side slightly, exposing the war paint on his neck. He studied my face for what seemed like hours, carefully taking his bottom lip in between his teeth.
“….Do I know you from somewhere, besides the concert? You seem, really familiar…” He trailed off, sinking into deep thought. Please, please, please don’t remember me. Please…. A few moments later, CC looked up at me, trying to connect gazes with me. Trying to avoid his gorgeous eyes was too hard, but I found the strength and fought it. Suddenly, his hand came into my vision, gently grabbing my chin, turning my face to look at him. “Y-you’re my Reese Cup….?”

Notes

So, I went back in my other chapters and edited somethings, so if you guys see something that doesn't make any sense please don't be afraid to tell me! Hope you guys enjoy xX