This is the sequel to my one shot don't forget. If you haven't read it yet I suggest you do so.

This is a tragedy so expect some gory and sad stuff towards the end.

Diclaimer: "Hello disclaimer"

"Hello"

"What are those in your hands?"

"Oh just the owner rights to swac"

"Well can I have it? Plz"

"No"

Enjoy. I need to be free

Sonny

He likes me, He likes me not, He likes me, He likes me not.

I stopped at the last petal of the bright yellow sun flower.

He likes me.

Yeah right, like the famous Chad Dylan Cooper could like me.

A plain girl from Wisconsin.

I am nothing. He would never like me.

Even though I am head over heels in love with him,he could never like me.

I could never read Chad, one minute he was a jerk and the next he was nice.

I have to say I love both sides.

I love when he's nice to me, he acts like he cares about me. But those moments wouldn't be so special if he was like that all the time. I love his bad side, so alluring. Him being bad makes the good him special.

I'm not special.

No one could ever love me.

When my own father spotted me all those years ago he left.

Just went and left me.

Walked out and never saw him again.

We thought he loved us.

My mom was in pain and so was I.

It took years to get over.

And we're still not over it.

Then I found happiness, possibly the best thing in my life happened.

I got to join So Random

But it wasn't my dream.

Then I met Chad,

He left a place in my heart,

But I can't take it anymore, the pain the heartbreak.

I needed a way to get rid of it, even if it was just for a minute-a second even.

I took the sharp silver blade and slowly pulled it across my wrist.

I winced at the over bearing pain but it helped me, it set me free as I watched my blood flow out of my wrist.

It made me forget.

But only for a nano-second.

Chad

I took my anti depressants the doctor had prescribed to me in my dressing room and banged my head against the table.

If anyone ever saw me like this, everything would be over-gone.

A tear trickled down my cheek onto the already tear stained picture of a blonde middle aged woman, my mother.

I touched the picture carefully,

The woman I loved with all my heart.

The only person in my life that ever loved me.

She passed away when I was six.

I remember looking into her blue eyes.

I haven't got anyone.

No one loves me.

I'm alone.

My career is my shield.

Without that I am nothing, no one.

Except when I look over to a certain brunette, I look into her eyes.

I know she could never like me, let alone love me.

No.

I'm not going to try so she can reject me like everyone had done through out my life.

I love her, so much no can even imagine.

The pain, the suffering, day in day out it's too much.

I think about killing myself.

What is there to live for?

Sonny.

Just to see her smile. She keeps me alive. Without her

Life wouldn't be worth living.

So I hold on.

I lift up my shirt and the needle pierces through my skin.

The drugs help me, they stop the torture.

But only for a second.

How'd you like it? Should I continue?

I don't really like tragic stories but I just had to write one.

Plz review I really do appreciate it.