Hello readers! This is a little spin-off of crescendo! Personally, Nora was a letdown! Soo this is my take on what should've happened if Nora went psycho! Anywaysss enjoy!
You open your eyes
But you can't remember what for
The snow will falls quietly
You just can't feel it no more
Somewhere out there
You lost yourself in your pain
You dream of the end
To start all over again
-Tokyo Hotel, Don't Jump
Perfect would never be the word I used to describe my relationship with Patch. It had always been a challenge at best. But I lived for the moments when we were wrapped in each other's arms. The people who gave him to me- or the very ones that wanted to destroy what we had- were always watching. So that made it stressful. I couldn't love him. And he couldn't love me. That was easier said than done. Or so I thought.
But all of that didn't matter. Here I was, alone in my room, staring at the fog clouding my yard beyond my window. Patch chose Marcie. I could say that it was just that he left me that mattered the most. That was true, because my heart was aching and screaming in the absence of him. But it may have hurt worse that he chose Marcie Millar, my enemy, the skinny, blonde, cheerleader.
Every time I saw them together, I felt my gut wrenching and my heart tearing. I could hardly breathe, and I had to choke back the tears. But even worse, my heart was slowly leaking out that love. And in place of that fire burning for him, was a darker, more ominous flame. I was starting to hate Patch.
I hated him for leaving me. I hated him for picking Marcie over me. I mean, who knew all of the communicable diseases she was carrying? But more than that, I hated Patch for making me hate him, no matter how strange that sounds. Behind the irrevocable want and desire I had for him, there was also the yearning to make him pay. I could go out with someone else, and hopefully make him jealous. That was if he even still cared for me. I could take Marcie and torture her, but that's if he wanted her for anything other than a waste of time. Maybe, it would be worse. If I started slipping off my tightrope of sanity, there was no telling what I was capable of.
All I have to say to Marcie and Patch is to stay away from me. They don't want to see the results of my psychotic breakdown. The pain was tolerable…for now…
Well I hope you'll read the next chapters!
