“So, how’s the reason per day thingy going to work if Vic and I aren’t speaking?” I asked Jack, the next morning.

“Well he passed the list onto me. He figured you and him needed to cool down. I mean he didn’t say it in those exact words, but…” He shrugged.

“He’s still pissed isn’t he?” I asked knowing the answer.

“Yeah pretty much. He still wants you to live so that looks like a good sign, or better than what Oli told me last night, when I "kidnapped" you. Apparently you were blubbering out things that he had said to you the night you tried to, well you know.” He sat down across their makeshift kitchen table from me.

“It was things he said.” I mumbled looking down at my bowl of cereal.

“Oh. That sucks. I think Oli wants to make that into a song.” He smiled. “So you might be the inspiration behind a song!” He smacked the table excitedly.

“He and I did. I might be the inspiration behind two.” I mumbled again, being a downer.

“What do you-” I cut him off.

“Vic writing a song about a desperate and pathetic girl he was dating who slept with someone else.” I explained.

“Did he break up with you?” Jack asked sincerely.

“Well I’m assuming ‘Get out of my bus you slut’ means the same thing.” I shrugged feeling tears tug at my eyes. I sniffled.

“Maybe he doesn’t know…” Jack sighed, stopping midsentence. “Look I’m trying to make you feel better, can you please put in some effort for me?” His fingers brushed my chin causing me to look up.

“Fine.” I lied.

“Good now wait until you see todays reason I chose.” He gave me a funny smile.

“Wait so you arranged a photo shoot for me two days after I tried to kill myself?” I laughed, at the joke that he must have arranged.

“No, Vic did this for you that day we got to New York, he was calling around trying to set this up for you the day we got here, you just timed this bad. I wanted to get credit for picking today’s reason.” He poked my side. I grunted.

“Yeah sooooo anyways, they are going to get you in clothes that will hide your, umm battle wounds from that night.” Jack smiled at me as two ladies pulled me away.

“Put on this.” One of the ladies handed my clothes from a rack, and the other pushed me into the dressing room.

“Let us know when you are done getting dressed.” I looked at the clothes I was supposed to pull on. I pulled off my outfit and held the blue long sleeve dress. It was long sleeve and short. It went down to just above my knees. It would hide my scars. I walked out of the dressing room.

“Hey umm I’m done, people-ladies!” I awkwardly called out. The two came rushing over. One of them came rushing over and placed her hand on the center of my back and started guiding me around. We ended up at a giant vanity, with makeup cases everywhere and all sorts of hair supplies. One of the ladies tackled the task of doing my face, while the other started on my hair.

“Hey Skylar would you mind if we cut your hair?” The one messing with my hair asked.

“No.” She grabbed a pair of scissors and started trimming away.”

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They turned and let me look in the mirror. I definitely liked my new dip dyed hair. It was a color in between red and hot pink. My hair was so much shorter. Now it only went to my shoulder blades, which seems really short to me, but I like it. They guided me over to an area with a whole bunch of shoes and accessories. They gave me a pair of gold sparkly heels, and gold hoops. They next led me to where they would take my photos. I saw Oli, Chey, ATL, SWS, and all of PTV there, besides Vic.

“Skylar you look so pretty!” Chey came rushing over to me. She hugged me tight, and I returned it. She looked pretty too; I could see that they had done everybody else up for the photos.

“I’m here for the photos!” I heard Vic come rushing in. He saw me and glared at me. Thanks Vic, make it obvious shall you. He walked over to the opposite side of the room from me.

“Okay so I want a few of the group for a magazine and a few of the trending couple!” The photographer said with so much joy. I gave Jack a questioning look and he shrugged.

“Hey Skylar can I talk to you alone?” Vic said. Oh great so I guess we are though, or about to be. We walked out of the room.

“What Vic?” I asked. He held up a brown bag, which I recognized immediately.

“What are these?” He held them away from me.

“Vic give those to me.” I demanded.

“What are these?” He yelled.

“Baby shoes!” I screamed at him.

“Why was Frank giving you baby shoes?” He screamed back.

“Because that’s how I keep Holly away. If there’s one thing she does, it’s keep her promises. Next time she comes for me I’ll have these, which she holds near and dear to her heart. I’ll be able to defeat her.” I sighed grabbing the bag from Vic, I turned away from him.

“You were planning on protecting me with baby shoes?” He laughed. “Damn you are stupid.” I turned back to face him, fists in balls.

“Frank promised, if Holly broke her promise and took me, he’d make sure you would go unharmed. I just had to do that one thing for him. He had a gun, and I wasn't in a position to deny him anything he wanted.” I screamed. I walked away from him. He came after me.

“Wait I didn’t know that.” He grabbed my shoulder spinning me around.

“Yeah you should’ve. I tried to tell you.” I shrugged Vic’s hand off and walked back into the photo room, leaving him behind, speechless.

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I didn’t want to watch Vic and the rest of PTV take photos. I grabbed a bass guitar and started strumming. It felt so good. I left my bass behind when I left. I plugged into a small amp, and turned the volume down low, hoping not to attract attention. I started to play My Chemical Romance’s Na Na Na. I closed my eyes, and went along with the song. I knew it by heart. The song finished and I opened my eyes. I had attracted a crowd. Actually everyone was there, besides PTV who was taking photos.

“Do you know ‘The bomb dot com’?” Chey asked winking at me.

“Maybe isn’t that from that weird band?” I asked teasing the guys.

“Okay ready?” Chey asked, as Jack jumped up and grabbed a guitar, and plugged into an amp. Chey found three mic stands and mics. She plugged everything in as Jack and I tuned our instruments. We began the song.

Just open up like a page in a book
These words that I'm writing won't be misunderstood
If I'm dishonest bring me back to my knees
Show me why I'm even able to speak
I'll testify please help me to see
Don't close your eyes, keep your eyes on me
Open up, open up now so make me strong
There's blood on my hands,
And the killers not my enemy
It's all for the sake of love,
It's all for you

When all we know is falling I'll save something for you,
You who are all alone
(All alone)
When everything is beautiful, when everything's okay
Even if it's not okay I'll say it's all for you
For you, for you,
For you, for you,
For you, for you,
For you and only you (only you)

These hands hold up nothing but scars underneath (scars underneath)
From swimming these oceans and learning to breathe (learning to breathe)
So often I tell them so often they listen to me
So make me strong
There's blood on my hands,
And the killers not my enemy
It's all for the sake of love,
It's all for you

When all we know is falling I'll save something for you,
You who are all alone
(All alone)
When everything is beautiful, when everything's okay
Even if it's not okay I'll say it's all for you
For you, for you,
For you, for you,
For you, for you,
For you and only you

I can tell it in my fingertips oh,
I can feel
And I can taste it in the air
And I'm hoping there's someway I can follow
I know somehow there's something new,
I see it so clearly
I can feel your hands on my fingertips
I'm seeing oh so clear
I know it's for you
I see it so clear
(It's all for you)

When all we know is falling I'll save something for you,
You who are all alone
(All alone)
When everything is beautiful, when everything's okay
Even if it's not okay I'll say it's all for you
For you, for you

Chey sung. Jack and I did the back up vocals. It all sounded really good, besides the fact that we didn’t have a drummer. When were done, everybody clapped. I got one of those impulses, you know like a giant rush of energy that ripples through you. Anyways I started jamming on bass hard. I went really heavy with it for a little bit, playing what sounded good. I looked up and saw Jaime stop what he was doing and run over. I picked up the pace to a dramatic finish that involved a giant stomp, and swinging the guitar over my shoulder.

“Wow Skylarrrrrr, I didn’t know you could shred. That was so cool, we’ll have to jam sometime.” Jaime gushed. I blushed so fucking hard.

“Good job Sky.” Vic walked over. I just glared at him as he walked closer. Everything was so silent; you could hear a pen drop. Vic stopped in his tracks and held up his hands. He slowly walked backwards towards the photo area. Once he was over there, I broke the stare and walked out of the room.

Once I got into the hallway, I took the guitar off of my back and set it down. I leaned my back up against the wall and sunk down. I buried my face in my hands. I heard the door open and didn’t even bother to see who it was. I heard the person slump down next to me.

“Want to talk about it?” I looked up and saw Oli. I buried my face into his chest and he wrapped his arms around me. “Shhh.” He soothed.

“It hurts Oli. It hurts so much.” I whispered.

“I’m proud of you S. You didn’t try and harm yourself. You went this time without doing it, can you do it next time?” He asked. I sobbed hard into his chest. He ran his fingers through my hair. “I know it’s hard. It’s the thing that you resorted to, and now you can’t, and you won’t for me, or Vic, or whatever. The point is that you didn’t do it, and yeah.” Oli rambled. I looked up at him.

“You are a terrible motivational speaker, you know?” I said in a hushed tone.

“I’ve been told.” He chuckled. I giggled through tears.

“Let’s get you back to Warped.” He stood up, offering his hand to me. I took it and we ran off.

Notes

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