Drella Now

I was falling now. I couldn't see anything. The stage I was standing on was gone and I was plummeting through clouds. It jerked me and I darted open my eyes again. There were voices everywhere surrounding me but I couldn't see anyone. I blinked again and saw myself in a corridor. I knew where I was now. I was lying in one of the corridors at Clairemont High. I blinked once again and I saw the people. They were passing me and talking to their friends.
I got slowly to my feet and I sighed. I felt sad but I didn't know why. I should be confused but I just feel sad. It's like I can't breathe. My heart is beating way too fast and I'm looking around frantically for Vic or Mike or Tony or Jaime. But they're not there. I haven't got anyone.
"Young!" someone spat. I looked around and saw Frankie and Kurt. They didn't look old like they should though. They were seventeen. I looked at myself in the window opposite and saw my seventeen year old self.
I didn't answer them though, I just put my head down. Why wasn't I answering them? Kurt came up to me and shoved me up against some lockers. I glared back but he went for my neck. He started squeezing and I couldn't breathe. At this point I would have shoved him away but I couldn't. He was too strong. Frankie was watching with wide eyes, but she wasn't doing anything. I suppose she thought I deserved it.
But then someone pushed Kurt off of me. I slid down the wall and grabbed my throat. It was killing me. I started to massage my neck and looked up at my saviour. Vic was glaring down at Kurt.
"What the fuck are you doing?!" Vic demanded. He bent down to help me up. "You okay?" he asked me softly and brushed some hair away from my face. I nodded silently and bit down on my lip. "Are you trying to kill her?!" Vic spat at them.
"Relax," Kurt laughed.
"Fuck you," Vic sneered.
"Whatever, I'm going," Kurt said and grabbed Frankie's arm.
"Do that again and I'll cut your face, you bastard," Vic threatened as they walked away. "Come on, Ella. Let's go outside," he said. Vic took my hand and took me outside. I went to sit under a tree and he tilted my head up. Vic ran his finger tips over my throat gently. "I swear, that prick's going to end up with his nose broke," Vic growled.
"Please, don't," I said. "It isn't worth it,"
"Ella, you need to stand up for yourself. Mike and I keep telling you. You let people walk all over you,"
"I'm sorry," I mumbled. "Where were you?" I asked.
"Oh, I had an argument with Mom. I was so angry. I went to the park and climbed until I got to the top of this huge tree. I just had to sit and think,"
"You sound insane,"
"Maybe I am," Vic smiled. He went to take my arm and squeeze it in comfort. But I gasped and Vic looked at me sadly. "Not again, Drella," he frowned.
"I'm sorry. I didn't know what else to do," I breathed. Then I pulled up my sleeve. My eyes widened at the sight of my own arm. It was smothered with angry red cuts from the edging of my writs to my elbow.
"You should have spoken to me," Vic sighed. Then he pulled me into a hug.

I jolted in bed. My eyes opened and I could see my chest rapidly rising again and again. What had I been dreaming? It was so horrible. There was a film of sweat covering my body. I rolled over and fell down onto the laminate flooring. It was a welcome contrast to the hot, sticky sheets. At first I crawled to the door and then I eventually stood up. I scrambled out and over to Vic's room. I didn't even knock.
Vic was sleeping in bed, the sheet covering what his boxers didn't. I stepped over and sat down on the bed. My legs crossed and I rested my elbow on my knee.
"Vic," I murmured. I watched him stir. "Victor," He rolled over to face me and his eyes opened. When he saw me he sat up in shock.
"You scared me," Vic told me. "What's wrong?" he asked once he looked at me.
"I had a bad dream," I explained.
"Do you want to talk about it?" he asked tiredly. I nodded in reply. Vic scooted over so I could sit closer to him.
"Okay," I nodded.
"Go on,"
"I was back at school. And Frankie and Kurt were there. Kurt started beating me up but then you came. You stopped him and then we went outside. I had cuts all up my arm. I'd done it to myself," I explained.
"So you were me?" he offered. I nodded and frowned.
"But you were me. You stood up for me and then told me you'd been thinking at the park in a tree,"
"Do you think it's because maybe I'm the one doing the saving this time?" he offered. I folded my arms and thought.
"Maybe," I muttered.
"Are you okay?" Vic asked after a minute. I nodded and took his hand. Vic looked at me and I smiled in reply. I turned Vic's hand over, showing his wrist. I ran my fingers gently over the now faint scars. You could barely see them.
"You never said how you stopped," I said quietly.
"I wrote music instead," Vic breathed. "I thought how disappointed Mike and all my friends would be. And I sometimes I thought of you and how much work you put into making me better,"
"I can barely see your scars,"
"They're old," Vic told me. "I got through it. So will you,"
"I'm not cutting myself,"
"Not physically," he shrugged. I took his hand and bent down to kiss the faded scar on his wrist just like I used to. I kissed the ones all up his arm and over his chest. Then Vic stopped me. He pressed his lips gently and softly to my breast, just over my heart.
"What're you doing?"
"Mine are over my arm and chest. You can see them. Yours are in your heart," Vic breathed gently.

Notes

Hey! This was a weird chapter! Did you get the meaning behind her dream? I think we all have scars on our hearts. Did you like it? By the way you guys are fucking amazing! This story is in the popular section along with Drella, my other stories Fuentes Girl and I Still Think You're Beautiful and a Mike Fuentes series I had going. If you haven't checked out my others you should :)

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