I awoke in a place I didn't recognize, a bunk I didn't recognize. The second my eyes fluttered open, I was overwhelmed with sadness. I laid staring at the roof and thought about the events of the previous night.

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~Flashback~

"Does this burn?" Oli asked, cleaning my dripping wounds. He poured a liquid on it that burned my wounds. I just stared at him emotionless. "Skylar, please talk to me?" He said like a question. "Skylar why do these two say desperate and pathetic?" He asked.

"Because it's what I am." I glared at him.

"No Skylar you are wrong. I know how you feel. I just had done stuff, a lot of bad stuff. I felt so bad. I thought the best alternative would be to die or simply disappear." He screwed the lid on the fluid and put it back in a first aid kit. "I had to go to rehab the month before Warped. It was hard Skylar." He held my wrists, holding the insides of them up that showed the cuts. He stared into my eyes. "I wanted to die so badly. I needed it as a distraction. That's what you do with your cutting, it distracts you. All the pain you get from it is something you think you deserve. You don't deserve any of it. Vic was just pissed off at you. He doesn't know the full story." Tears tugged at my eyes.

"What was your distraction?" I whispered, refusing to show emotion, with tears starting to stream down my face.

"Ketamine." He whispered.

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~End Flashback~

I knew exactly where I was. I hopped out of the bunk, and the world started spinning, my vision spotty. I collapsed on the floor.

"Skylar!" Oli panicky yelled, running over to me.

"Oli." I exhaled. He picked me up gracefully. He rushed me into another room, and I was set down on something soft, in a laid down position

"Skylar, calm down. Shhh, darling you need to slow your breathing." My head was moved onto Oli's lap. I noticed just then how rapid my breathing was. "I have something special planned."

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Oli took me to the bottom of a hill. "You are carrying this." He handed me a small bag, that he pulled from the trunk of the rental car. He grabbed a closed guitar case, and slammed the trunk shut.

"Are you taking that up there?" I laughed at him.

"Yeah." He nonchalantly shrugged, putting the straps to the guitar case on his back, the case resembled a guitar shaped backpack.

*1 hour later*

"Oli I'm tired I want to rest!" I whined.

"It's just around that tree." He pointed at a tree not to far up the trail. I exhaled loudly. For what it seemed like forever, we finally made it to a clearing, at the top of the hill. I set down the bag Oli had me carry.

"Woah." I said the first words that came to my mind. Oli smirked at me and grabbed a giant blanket from inside the bag I carried. He set it out and opened up the guitar case, and grabbed an acoustic guitar from it. He sat down and tuned it. I sat down next to Oli.

"So this is what we came to do." I smiled warmly at him.

"Yeah. I wanted to take you away from everything, and let you write songs. It always helps me, and I thought it would help you too." He strummed the guitar. "You were saying somethings last night, that would make great lyrics. Either that or they already go to a song." He laughed.

"No Vic said them." I sighed. He nodded and started strumming. I started the song how Vic's and my fight started.

"For the love of god will you bite your tongue,
before I make you swallow it." I started. Oli stopped strumming.

"That's close but I don't like the "I" in it. When I was in rehab I felt like all the therapists were thinking something like that." He sighed.

"Okay." He started strumming again.

"For the love of god will you bite your tongue, before we make you swallow it. It's moments like this where." I stopped. "I don't know what to sing next."

"Grab my phone for a second. If you don't know what to say, we will just record. I'll jump in at parts and sing." He smiled. He was clearly the professional here. He messed with something on his phone and started to strum again. I waited till the part where I have started singing again.

"For the love of god will you bite your tongue, before we make you swallow it." I sang.

"It's moments like this were silence is golden." He gave me a quick look telling me it was my turn to sing. It came to me like a speeding bullet.

"And then you speak.No one wants to hear you." I sang.

"No one wants to see you." He added.

I closed my eyes and began my part. "So desperate and pathetic, I'm begging you to please spare me the pleasure of your company." Oli stopped strumming, and messed with his phone.

"You are a natural!" He held his hand out for me to high five. Which I gave him one, confused.

"What?" I asked. He did something on his phone and then it started to play what part of a song Oli and I just made. "Oh my god I love it. Oli!!!!" I flipped out, completely stoked.

"Yeah so shall we continue?" He asked being the british man he is.

"Yes we shall." I tried my best at a british accent and failed, terribly.

Notes

Yeah so I'm back. Umm yeah.