CHAPTER ONE.I DO NOT OWN THE SUMMER I TURNED PRETTY
From a peppy, over-dreamer, to a depressed, party animal...
I'M NOT ME, NOT ANYMORE...
BELLY'S P.O.V
Why can't I be happy? Why did everyone have to leave? Why am I coming back to were it all started?
These thoughts ran through my head as I tapped the steering wheel, listening to Knives and Pens by Black Veil Brides.
I pulled into the driveway and got out, terrible memories flooded my mind. Seeing the house again was just too much. Maybe I could just get back in and-
"Belly!" Jeremiah exclaimed. "You're here!"
I sighed and took my huge black suitcase from the back. Yep I was here, and I hated it.
"Ya." I said, sarcastically.
"Woh, whats up with that outfit?" He asked looking down to my Black Veil Brides T-shirt and black jeans. I shrugged.
"It's me, get over it." I said and walked inside carrying a big load behind me.
He followed me, quietly. I opened the door, and stepped inside, for the first time in a long time. It still looked the same, with its peeling wallpaper and Susannah-looking decor. Tears started forming at the corner of my eyes, but I quickly wiped them away. Its been 5 years before she died, so I'm 21, and I dropped out of college. Whatever, I got a few tattoos and piercings, who cares?
I saw Conrad sitting on the couch in the living room. His back faced to me.
"Hey, Connie, look who's here." Jeremiah said. Conrad turned to me.
"Woh, whats up with your outfit." He said. I grunted and walked upstairs.
I packed away quickly and wondered what to do. I looked around at my old room and sotted the stuffed animal Conrad got my so many years ago. I laughed, a cold hard laugh without any meaning behind it. I changed into my dark red swimsuit and didn't bother to grab my towl. I was about to open the back door but he stopped me.
"What is wrong with you?" Conrad's voice echoed through the room. He stood right in front of me, and I knew he wouldn't budge.
"What?" I asked, clearly annoyed.
"You got a tattoo?" His voice calm and cool, but his eyes looked worried.
He was looking right at my stomach, on my skin lied a bright red broken heart with blood dripping from it.
"Yep, I did. Now, can you move?"
"Why?" He asked, his voice sound hurt.
"I wanted to!" I snapped, then felt bad.
The truth behind the tattoo was not because I wanted to, but it was because it was what I felt after Susannah left. The pain and tears all went away with that tattoo. For a little while at least.
I tried to move away from him to get outside, but he blocked the way, like a body guard, big and strong.
"You know, you weren't the only one who cared for her!" He screamed. "She was my mother!"
"Conrad, I have no one left." Tears started swimming in my eyes. "My mother died, so did Steven, so did Susannah."
His eyes began to turn to a more softer shade of brown and his anger disappeared. I never told him they died, it happened a week ago. I can't even cry, I'm just a hard shell, hard to crack. I never wanted to tell them, I never wanted to come back. The memories are just too much. My brother not letting me do anything with him. Susannah always being there for me. Mother always laughing and having fun
"They died?"
"Belly. Get down here! Were going to be late!" Mother cried from downstairs.
"One sec!" I screamed "I'm coming!"
I ran downstairs in a short tight purple dress.
"You look beautiful" My mother said, crying. She walked over and gave me a tight hug.
"Mom," I wined, "stop."
Steven came running downstairs.
"Come on. We are going to be late for the dinner party." He said, running out of the house.
He got in the front seat and I got in the back, my mother driving.
Mother turned out of the driveway and down the street. Mother never stopped at the stop light, she kept going.
"Mother! What are you doing?" I said.
Blue lights were flashing behind us.
"Mom! Stop! Pull over!" Steven said.
"Shut up!" Mother screamed. " I wanna be with Susannah!"
Thats when we hit it. The front was crushed, and I was crushed in the back, too. It all happened in seconds, I didn't know what was going on. But then I realized, Mother hit a car in front of us. Steven was in front of me, not moving.
"Steven?" I asked.
"Belly?" A low whisper came from my brother. "I love you." He said as he slipped away from this world.
"Steven! Steven! Please don't leave!" I said, in between sobs. "Don't leave me!"
"Is anybody okay in there?" A loud voice came from outside.
I kept screaming 'yes'. Heavy sobs came from me because I knew my family didn't make it.
"I love you." I whispered to my family, as they carried me away from them.
OK! It's done. like it? I cried at the end as I was writing it, I was like:
"Breathe, breathe, its just a story, breathe."
Anyway, hope you review!
~SummerGirl