A/N Hello again, I'm currently writing this on a Friday evening, the same Friday that I posted the first chapter to this story. It's nice when I've got the ideas and I just need to put them down! I've already had a grand total of 28 hits, I'm glad that people have taken an interest in this story! This will be up by the end of tomorrow (cross fingers!)
Disclaimer – Again, I don't own a thing!
Chapter two – Visions
It was midday and dark in her once perfect room. The windows that were always open were shut tight, and the heavy velvet curtains were drawn close around them. The surfaces had a thick layer of dust around them, her school books were thrown lazily onto her desk. Her once neat and tidy wardrobe was bursting at the doors, her clothes screwed up on the hangers. In the middle of the room was Grace, or more accurately, the shell of what once was Grace. She wasn't led on the middle of the bed. She was on 'her' side, with her thin hands wrapped around a Rich-sized pillow to the left of her. Her hair was matted and her eye makeup was smudged. After Rich, she had started wearing dark eye makeup to try and attract look alikes. Needless to say the long haired, metal heads would come over to her and offer to buy her a drink, but once they were closer, she would realize they weren't Rich and would never be Rich and send them away. The frail creature on the right side of the bed stirred.
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Bottom of Form
She opened her eyes and looked up and the ceiling. She remembered this time a couple of months ago, when the pillow had actually been him. She'd been looking up and dreaming of their wedding, of their future together. As it was, she turned to face the dirty pillowcase, and stared. Her entire body felt tired, including her brain. She felt as if the darkness that had stuck upon hearing of Richards, leaving, still hadn't left. She felt tired all the time, and as if her life was slipping away from her at such a fast rate she could barely keep track. She closed her eyes again, planning to get more sleep, she had had a long night and her head was splitting.
She looked in the mirror at herself, she was wearing a long top, that just covered her bum, with some fishnet tights and some gold necklaces. She had some old, battered, maroon Converse on her feet. Her skin was unusually pale, and had a weird blue-ish tinge of someone who had been outside for too long. Her hair stank of smoke and was left loose down her back. She had dark-ringed eyes, with her eyelashes long and curling. She knew she was trying to emulate the girls men like her Richard would go for, but she didn't care. She just needed the warmth of a body that could, if she squinted,look like him. Out of the five boys that had approached her in the last month, two had appropriately looked similar to Rich, and had made the cut to come back to her house. One the way however, one of the boys had a better offer. That night had been a relief, to Graces surprise. The one that had made it too her house was actually the one that looked most like Rich. He had heavy jeans on, a black leather jacket and a Slayer t-shirt on. His face was similar enough to pass, but even in her drunken state, Grace knew this was a huge mistake. They had started kissing, but she couldn't do it, she kept seeing images of him behind her eyelids, them together, their happiest moments, and ended up kicking the clone out before they'd even got up the stairs. He protested a little, but after seeing the look on her face, told her he was sorry and left.
Now all she wanted was the attention. It made no comparison to how Richard had loved her, or how she loved him, but at the moment, it was the closest she could get.
She ran downstairs and bumped straight into her father.
'Grace, are you going out like that?' he said, shocked, as he looked at her up and down. She'd previously changed at Mini or Livs house, but this time, she was going out by herself.
She nodded and skirted past David, he called after her, as she ran out of the house,
'I've said sorry Gracey' Grace flinched at his use of her nickname, but carried on running.
She stopped running once she had rounded the corner. It was 7 o'clock on an autumn evening and she had no jacket. She started shivering, and decided to get the bus to town.
Once she saw the bus pull up, she regretted her desicion. She gave a quick scan of the length of the bus windows, and her eyes caught someone elses. Minis'. She waved at Grace, who quite honestly felt like throwing up already.
Mini had beckoned with a sympathetic look on her face. Grace got on the bus, paid for her fare, and did the nervous walk up to the back of the bus. She sat down next to Mini, who gave her a lopsided hug.
'Hey, how are you doing?' Mini asked.
'I'm fine' she whispered.
'Good, I'm glad.'
'Where are you going?' Grace questioned.
'Oh, just fancied a bus ride. You?' Mini was obviously lying, but Grace couldn't be bothered to care.
'Town.'
'Oh right, who with?' Mini questioned.
'Oh, you know, the usual.' Mini failed to answer that the usual, was her.
They sat in silence, until Mini got off somewhere that looked vaugley familiar.
'Well, I'll see you later, yeah?' questioned Mini.
'Ok.' Grace replied.
'Just, I hope you're ok, you know, about Rich.' She shot at Grace.
'He's fine, and so am I.' Mini looked starteld as she came back towards Grace.
Mini had looked like she wanted to hug Grace, but decided better of it. Turning around she strolled of the bus, and waved at Grace as they pulled away. Grace looked straight ahead.
Once Grace had got to town, and was in the club, she gave a quick look around at the sort of crowd there tonight. It was the usual, blonde, tanned, toned girls wearing Ramones T-shirts. The kind of girls Rich hated. She doubted she would find any body remotly similar to him doubted she'd ever find anyone like him.
The music was flowing through her body, and she couldn't hear anything but the music. She'd had several shots (her new style made it a lot easier to be served) and her head was feeling fuzzy. Swaying in time to the music, she flashed back to a time when her and Richard had braved the clubs together. Suddenly, she felt hands on her body, running over her hips and across her front. She sensed the person leaning down to kiss her neck, she tried not to flinch at their touch. It felt, right though, for some reason. She tried to carry on dancing, but couldn't properly without finding who it was. She spun round and smiled the widest she had in weeks.
'You all right Gracey?' he whispered, his hair messed up as he ran his hands through it.
'Rich'she replied, and he nodded, smiling.
She went home with him that night.
Grace yawned and rolled over. Sitting up, she looked around and memories of the night before came flooding back to her. She looked around again, searching for Richard, who she disinctly remembered sleeping with last night, it had felt so good being close to him. Instead, all she had was a splitting headache, and a flashing phone.
Reaching over to check her phone, she groaned at the feeling of nausea that flooded over her. She sat back onto her bed and after having a quick breather, she checked her phone.
'R u ok G? Hvnt seen u in a while' it was from Liv.
Grace didn't need her, she didn't need anyone but Richard. She threw her phone at the floor, and curled back up with pillow-Rich.
AN – Oh wow, this is not going well, I'm really sorry that this chapter is so shit, it's mainly a filler for some bit Grace/Angst moments in the next chapter. Any mistakes are mine as well.
I wonder why Mini was on the bus? ;)
Please, please review for me! Consructive critisism is welcomed as well! :D
Beth xx
