I slammed the door shut, not bothering to lock it behind me before I turned to leave. I existed within the cold walls of my flat; it could never be my home. A home is where the heart is. Where your family is. Every day began and ended in the same way, I found it hard to find the seams between each day. My sense of time had become blurred, not that it mattered. Every hour was just the same as the last, misery. Although, misery would suggest some kind of emotion, and emotion was something I just didn’t have.

I walked aimlessly. Not going anywhere in particular, just to get out of the flat before I went crazy. Clutching my Smirnoff bottle I kept my eyes on the swaying concrete path under my feet. My sweater was too thin to keep the harsh wind off of my skin, its sleeves blood stained from the fresh cuts on my arm. Occasionally I would pass someone, their stare burning my skin. I wouldn’t even register their presence. The rush of people told me I was now in the town centre.

“Phoebe?” Someone was calling me and I could tell they were close. I recognised the voice, but just couldn’t place it. I raised my eyes begrudgingly and couldn’t believe who the calls belonged to.

“Vic” I stared at him gauntly, unsure on what to feel. I hadn’t seen or heard from Vic Fuentes for years, at least 2. I had been their guitar tech on a few tours way before PTV had become the monster they are now. I couldn’t play anywhere near as well as a guitar tech should, but it was really just an excuse for me to travel with them. We used to be so close, he was my best friend. But after things began to go wrong with me, I ignored any calls I received from anyone. I told myself I’d return them when I felt stronger, but it never happened. I really regretted not keeping in touch with Vic. I had really missed him. But now he’d seen me like… this, I knew he wouldn’t want to know me again. I was a mess and I knew it, but I the hole I was in was just too deep for me to climb out of. And honestly, there was nothing for me to get out of the hole for. I was alone.

“What’s happened to you?” His voice was soft with concern. His eyes searched mine for answers he would probably never find, ones I wouldn’t give voluntarily. He looked exactly the same, as baby faced as ever. I weakly shrugged, returning my gaze to the floor. My eyes began to sting. It was a strange sensation, I hadn’t cried in so long. I opened my mouth to speak but could not find the words to use.

“I…” I breathed, frantically searching my head for something to say. Where do I start?

“Everything has changed Vic. And I don’t know what to do to make it better anymore” My voice faltered before I reached the end of the sentence. The floodgates opened and tears streamed down my cheeks.
Vic pulled me in tightly. I leant on him, letting myself go limp as silent sobs ripped through my chest.

“C’mon sweetheart, let’s get you inside” He picked me up, wrapping my legs around his waist. I buried my head in the nape of his neck, not caring where he was taking me.

Notes

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