Remembering Tuesday

KYLIE’S POV*

Tonight has been absolutely amazing. I got to spend the day with my best friend, then I got to go to a Green Day concert with him and my boyfriend where I got to meet Billie Joe Armstrong! And got to sing with him! Now we’re off to the bars.

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“You know, you have a beautiful voice Kylie. “ Billie says to me, handing me a shot.
“Thank you. You’re not to bad yourself,” I wink, “Now here’s to tonight!” I say to everyone.
“Yeah!” Everyone clanks their glasses together.

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There’s something so perfect about tonight. I can’t put my finger on it. Today has just been amazing. Now we’re in a bar with Green Day, dancing around without a care in the world. Everything seems perfect. Seeing Jack here, smiling, it looks like he’s in his own little perfect universe. It’s so cool to see this. And just think, a year ago I thought my life was going to go nowhere, I was going to end it all and now I’m dancing around with all of my biggest hero’s. There’s hope after all.

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~2 hours later~

“Kylie! I have something to tell you!” Vic comes to me, clearly extremely drunk.

“Yes Vicy?” I laugh, I’m not half that drunk.

“I love you!”

“haha. I love you to Victor.”

‘No. No. Nooooo. You don’t get ittttt. Silly, I’m in love with you.”

“Y-You’re what? You know I’m Kylie, right Vic?”

“Yesssss. I’ve liked you for a loooong time now!”

“What did he just say?” Jack says, grabbing my hand.

“D-Don’t worry about it. I think we need to head home though hun.” I say, looking right through him.”

“Okay.. I’ll go get a taxi for us.” Jack said suspiciously.


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Fuuuuuuck. He must’ve just been too drunk, he was playing around. Right? There’s no way Vic would ver like me! He’s my best friend for God’ sake! Plus he knows how much I love Jack, and he would never hurt Jack like that.. I think.. What if he actually does like me though? What am I gonna do? He’s my best friend and I love Jack more then anything in the world. I don’t want anything to get hurt or anyone to hate another. Shit.

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~NEXT DAY~


The air is heavy, there’s darkness all around. Where am I? The sound of water dripping plays in the back of my mind.

“Kylie!!!” I familiar voice echos in my mind.

Vic steps into the room, “Do you love me? Or are you going to leave me to die, so I can feel like you have all of the million times you have.”

“Kylie! Please I love you! Don’t leave me!” Jack’s voice screams out.


The sound of footsteps come closer.. and closer.. and closer.


A voice that sounds all to familiar chants, “Haha. You fucking bitch. It’s your choice now. Pick one.” He mocks me.

Vic and Jack both look at me desperately. I grab the gun, tears flowing out of my eyes, and point it at my neck.

“..I love you.” I say. Slowly pulling the trigger.

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“Kylie? Kylie?!” Jack says, shaking me awake.

“Hmm?” I say opening my eyes, tears still flowing out.


That voice in the dream.. Why was it so familiar..

“I woke up and you were balling in your sleep. Are you okay? What happened?!” Jack says, giving me a concerning look from the beautiful brown eyes.

“Um. Yeah.. Yeah! I’m fine!” I say, jumping out of bed, “I’m gonna-Um, I’m going to go take shower.”

“Well let me join you then!” Jack winks.

“Um.. Babe. Do you mind if it’s just me this time?” I bite my lip.


I need to figure this out..


“Yeah, Um, yeah sweetie..” Jack says suspicoulsy.

“Thanks.” I say, walking into the bathroom.


“It’s your choice now.” The ominous voice chants in the back of my hea.

Who is that? Who’s voice is that? I know it.. God. What is it.


I turn on the shower and sit in it, letting the water fall down on me. The tears drop out of my eyes, falling into the water around me. The aching in my chest is undesrcibable. The pain, it’s swollowing me whole. I stare at the razor..

“Just one. One won’t hurt. Just take the blade. Run it across your worthless skin. One won’t matter.” The same ominous voice from before, haunts my mind.

“FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!” I yell, not aware of it myself.


Before I knew it, the blade was once again slicing through my skin. I felt so empty, as the blood trickled down my legs. I missed the pain, but I know in a couple of minutes I’m going to regret this. I don’t know how but somehow that voice just triggered every bad memory in me.. Now the blade is my only resort. One won’t hurt.. but what happens when it’s more then one?


“Kylie!” Jack yells, knocking on the door.

“Fuck.” I say under my breath.


*Jack opens the door*


“….Kylie” Jack falls to the ground, staring at the blood draining from my thighs.

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