You guys have been asking for it, so here it is, Cry it Up, REWRITTEN!

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Cece watched the Limo drag away, its tires crunching on the gravel. The sound was almost reminiscent to how she felt, crushed, run down and run over. Regret pumped in her blood, coursed through her veins. Hadn't she been the one that made, no, pushed Rocky to leave, feigning disinterest?

All at once, it struck her with the force of a whip. All she'd done. With that, he knees gave out, and she sank to the ground, letting her emotions pool out of her eyes. She felt powerless now as the tears streaked down her face. Rocky hated her. After all she'd done, she just knew that Rocky blamed her.

A hand gripped her shoulder, warm and comforting. Normally, she would've hated being seen in this state. Puffy eyed with mascara staining her face, she was a hot-mess. Finding her dignity, she looked up at the mystery hand," Thanks Ty."

Offering his other hand, he pulled her into a hug, letting her cry. After the tears had momentarily drained, he lead her upstairs, leaving her with a reassuring squeeze. Cece stood there and accepted it all willingly, and tried to stay strong for Rocky. As soon as she hit the bed-room though, her heavy sense of reality returned, bringing the sadness along with it, and with that, bringing back the bitter tears.

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A nostalgic alarm woke him up for school. Another school day, the same old routine. Wake up, eat breakfast, go to school, go home, homework, eat, sleep. He almost laughed at how dreary it all was. That's how it always was with Rocky gone, color draining from his life at an alarming rate.

Refusing to touch on the subject of his sister, he started his routine. The day was slowly unfolding into what he expected, until he left the apartment building and saw Cece. The only reason it was such a big deal to him was because of the fact that Cece hadn't been to school for days.

She was leaning against the wall, her red hair half hidden by a beanie. To say she looked normal was an understatement. She oozed normality as if it were second nature in all her mannerisms, and the way she looked. "Ah, Ty, just the person I was looking for!" He shot her a questioning look only to be returned with an eyeroll.

"You're mom hasn't raved on about it? 'Suspected murderer loose?' She wants me to go to the subway with you, you know, to be safe," Ty let out an ah before setting out. Surprisingly, it was easy to talk to her. Maybe she had gotten over Rocky. Ty didn't know, and frankly, didn't want to find out, and focused on mundane topics.

They would have stayed in their state of sleepy silence if Cece hadn't made an effort to reach up and grab an overhead rung. The train had been crowded, bodies pushed together, the collective murmur sounding like bugs fluttering their wings compulsively.
As always, seats had been taken by old ladies and pregnant women. They had barely managed to squeeze in as it was. They neared the rungs and Ty lazily reached his hand up and grabbed one easily. Cece, being the stubborn fireball he knew her to be, took that as a challenge and tried to reach the other one.

Both of them laughed at her attempts, and it was only when she was fully on her tippy toes that he saw them. The laughter died out of him instantly as he stared at this little gashes that seemed to cover her wrist. They were like tiny bar codes, identifying her. The worst was that in his eyes, they pulsed red disgustingly, showing depression and instability.

"Ty," he looked at her with her innocent eyes and her seemingly happy smile," are you okay?" Ty nodded in response and she spent the rest of the time chattering eagerly about little random things. All he could picture were the scars that dotted her wrists.

When they finally approached the school, he pulled her into an alley. "What the hell Ty?" She demanded only to cut herself off as she looked at the menacing look in his eyes. Cece felt fear slowly seize her heart. Not only did his eyes look like Rocky's, tugging involuntarily at her heartstrings, there was the fact that she felt attracted to him.

"Why don't you explain this first," his voice was full of anger as she grabbed her wrist and pushed the long sleeve down to her elbow. That pushed over the edge, and she began pounding her fists on his chest, sobbing. "You. Don't. Understand!" She screamed between punches.

Once the punching ceased, he replied," And you don't think I feel that? I miss Rocky every day," Cece scoffed before crying out," Not like I do!" He stared at her maliciously, almost offended by the fact that she thought that their relationship was more important than his, and spat," At least I don't cry in my bedroom and cut myself." He muttered the next part in an icy cold whisper," It's disgusting and disgraceful what you've become. What would Rocky think of you?"

With that, he walked away, guilt rising within him. Maybe he had just over-reacted. Of course, having seen what cutting does to people before all this, he pardoned himself. Blocking out all the sounds of sadness that seemed to linger in the air, he walked into school, ready for a new school day.

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Cece's POV

"Rocky?" Her voice croaked in the quiet of her room, mimicking a sour chord on the piano. Hopes building, stomach churning, Cece would not cry. Her eyes squeezed shut as she waited desperately. The sounds of her breathing filled the room as if a toddler were now clumsily tinkling the ivories.

"Sorry, Raquel is not here, this is her assistant, is there anything I can do for you?" His voice, although bland and uninterested, oozed of superiority, something that always set Cece on high guard. Did he know? Was he judging her?

Her lips moved to formulate a response but her throat seized, tears threatening to spill over once again. "Tell her that Cece says hi," it was the only thing that popped in her head. Impersonal, and selfish. He gave her a cookie cutter reply, a sneer obvious in his tone, and hung up abruptly.

A strong impulse to fling the phone at the wall almost took over her, as if watching the phone fall to pieces would magically mend her heart. Heat pressed in on her like a thick tongue and she groaned as she flung the blankets off. She stretched out her limbs, her feet hanging off her tiny bed and sighed.

Wounded. That was her world now. she was emotionally bruised and battered. Why couldn't it just stop? Most wounds healed though via medicine. Where was her's? Where was her medicine? It couldn't be the red marks she left on her skin, it had to be something greater.

If only, she thought as the tears arrived once again. If only...

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A knock on the door roused her out of her bittersweet reverie. Half sad that couldn't slip into her perfect dreamworld once again, she sat up. After realizing that it was hopeless trying to clean up the mess in her room, she quietly said," Come in." Whoever was at the door was in for a real shock. Dishes piled high on her desk along with various items of clothing. The curtains were shut blocking out the clawing strands of sunlight.

It only matched how she looked. Her hair hadn't been washed in days, and sat on the top of her head in a sloppy bun. Her t-shirt she wore hung low on her skinny figure, topped off with her shorts. Her numb arms clung to her to the ends of her shorts. The door creaked open gently revealing Ty. Cece's eyes started stinging as the memories of his words re-emerged. They both shifted uncomfortably until Ty said," Look Cece, I'm... I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said all those things about you-" Cece sighed.

"But Ty, you were right." Biting her lip, she could taste the metallic blood ooze out of the wound. "I am a disgusting... Disgraceful person. No wonder Rocky left," At the sound of Rocky's name she almost broke down into tears. He walked around the mess and sat on her bed with her procuring a tub of Rocky road ice cream from behind him. "How did you-" He paused as if considering how to tell her without setting her off on a tyrannical rampage. "She told me," Cece nodded and grabbed a spoon and started eating.

Secretly, Cece felt shameful for eating. It repulsed her to see that she was letting herself go but what could she do? It was just all too much, but at least with him there, it seemed to lighten the load for her if only by just a little. "I'm no one without her Ty," the truth came out. It hung on Ty like a yoke that he was now realizing he had held his whole life. "You're just saying that." A lame excuse, but he hoped none the less that it worked.

"Rocky always pushed me to be someone better, someone that could change the world... I just don't… I don't know who I am without her. It's almost like a part of me has been ripped away." She dropped the spoon amid the pile of blankets that lay on her bed. The coldness of the ice cream was constricting her throat and she found it hard to talk. "Ce, you can talk to me, you can always talk to me, remember that, ok?" He closed the tub of ice-cream and leaned over, pressing his lips to her forehead, leaving her utterly baffled.

Her stomach exploded in excitement. No, no, no. She couldn't be with Ty now. His eyes, his devilish smile reminded her of Rocky, and that made her feel sick. An acidic taste tickled her throat and she literally felt herself go pale. The feeling horrified her. "Bye Ty," She managed to say as she walked out of the door. A part of her wanted to tell him that she really appreciated him coming to talk to her. It seemed like just because it had been a few days since Rocky had left the whole world expected her to get over it.

He had to, but to a lesser extent now, and the feeling that he partially accepted her for who she was comforted her. She let out a large yawn and nestled herself back into her blankets and for the first time in a few days, she managed to sleep peacefully, with no fear of waking up in a nightmare.

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First re-written story, aw yeah.

This is for TrinityLovesRoshonFreak, love you!

Also, expect more of these from me because IT IS OFFICIALLY EASTER BREAK!

Eskimo Kisses,

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