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I Am Fighting. Enjoy!

Disclamer: I don't own anything in this whole story/chapter, just the plot.


Sophi's POV

" Sophi?! Where are you?!" I looked up from my spot behind the storage crate.I've been here for maybe two hours.

" Sophi?! Are you in here?!" I shrunk even more behind the crate, so whoever was looking for me, wouldn't find me.

" Sophi! It's me, Demi!" I smiled lightly and quickly wiped my eyes, then got up and carefully walked towards the entrance of the tent.

" There you are. We were worried. Why'd you run off like that?" Demi asked as we started to walk through the thousands of tents laid around the beach and boardwalk.

" Well...it's a long story." I muttered. She shrugged.

" It's a long beach. I think we have time." She said. I nodded and started telling her about what had happened with Rick on the fourth of July, the hospital, the night me and Iggy spent together, the cages, what Rick had said about my 'pregnancy', and the conversation me and Iggy had. She looked down and sighed.

" Well, look at the bright side. I mean, you're not pregnant. That's good, right?" She asked. I looked down and sighed.

" Right?" She emphasized and turned to look at me. I sniffled and wiped away the tears that was starting to flood my eyes.

" Right?" She emphasized again. I bit my lip to block away a sob, then just started running. I could hear Demi calling after me. I shook my head the whole time I ran. I ran as fast as I could, until I came up to the end of the beach and stopped. I sniffled and looked around. I found a street, which was pretty much deserted. I wiped my eyes with my sleeve and started making my way toward the street. I looked down and realized I was only wearing my scrub pants and sweater. I sighed and looked around for a flea market or something.

I kept walking around, looking for something that I could entertain myself with.

" Eew!" I turned to my right to find a preppy, disgusted blond standing in the doorway of a shop staring at me.

" What?" I growled. She rolled her eyes and gripped my elbow. I struggled agaisnt her, but she was too strong.

" Stop struggling, I'm just trying to help you." She stated firmly. I rolled my eyes and kept struggling. She then dragged me into the shop and placed me in front of a life-sized mirror.

" What the hell?!" I yelled at her. She rolled her eyes and gestured towards the mirror. I looked at my reflection. My whole face was pretty grimy, my arms were bloody and smudgy. The only thing I was wearing were the scrubs I stole from the building, my sweater, and panties. I was apparently a mess.

" You, my friend, need major help." The lady said as she hurried toward the back of the shop. She stopped short and turned back to me, then waved her hand at me to follow. I looked at the door and her, then sighed as I followed her into the back of the store.

" Now, first, we have to work on your face." She said as she made me sit down on a bright blue stool. She then spun me around to face a large mirror.

" Now, you look like you can use some natural colors." She cheered loudly. I frowned as she left to another room. I just sat there, thinking about the different things she might do to me. But then, she came back, with a big box that had tan fluff all around it.

" Here," She said as she reached into the box. I was ready to do a round-house kick, in case she pulled out a gun. Instead, she pulled out a compact or something and started placing cover-up or something all over my face.

" Hey!" I said as I pulled away. She rolled her eyes and kept going.

" Now, I want you to close your eyes, alright? I'll tell you when to open them." I sighed and nodded and did as I said.


" Okay, open 'em." Reena said triumphantly. I opened my eyes and found princess. I stared, shocked at my reflection. I looked like a movie star. I was so pretty. Any signs of dirt or grime were out o' the picture.

" Pretty, isn't it?" Reena asked. I giggled as I nodded and turned my head here and there. I had just a little bit of blush on my cheeks and nose. My eyes had black eyeliner and tan eyeshadow. My lips were a tannish color.

" Alrighty, now that you're face is primped up, might as well get new clothes." She said. I nodded rapidly and hopped off the stool.

" Come on." She said. She started to walk toward another room. I just followed. She gripped the door knob and twisted it to reveal a large room, filled with different color outfits all over the walls. I gasped and started to explore the area.

" I think you're better off with jeans and a shirt, other than a dress." Reena commented as she pulled me toward a sea of black. I smiled lightly and nodded. She brought her hand to her chin and looked around the different cropped tops and black jeans.

" Here!" She said. I looked at her selections. It was an off-the-shoulder, long-sleeved, black shirt with dark vintage jeans. I gasped and nodded. She smiled and handed them to me. then pointed out the fitting rooms. I ran as fast as I could and changed quickly. Then came out, barefoot, yet fabulous.

" Honey, you look beautiful!" She said, clasping her hands together and bringing them close to her face and squealing. I blushed.

" Ya really think so?" I asked shyly. She nodded rapidly and spun her hand, signaling me to spin around. I made a three-sixty.

" I think you look wonderful!" She said. I blushed and frowned. How exactly are I supposed to pay for this?

" What's wrong, hun?" Reena asked, worried.

" How am I supposed to pay for this?" I asked her. She waved her hand dissmissively.

" Oh, please! I don't accept money here! It's free!" She said. I furrowed my eyebrows at her. How does she live without money? I shrugged it off.

" Now, let's get you some shoes and fix that rat's nest!" She exclaimed. I I furrowed my eyebrows and fingered a starnd of my hair. I guess it did need some brushing.

" Wait here." She ordered. I did as I was told. After two minutes, she came back with a large cart filled with different pairs of shoes. Heels, sneakers,slip ons, boots, wedges, etc.

" Hmmm, I think you would look great in...checkered slip-ons." She said, as she reached uinto a shelf in the cart and took out the checkered slip-ons. She handed them to me and I tried them.

" I think they're...a little...too...tiny!" I yelled as I jumped up and down on one leg and tried to get the shoe on, then collapsed.

" Well, what size are ya?" She asked.

" A seven and a half." I said. She held her chin in a thinking expression and pointed her finger with a smile on her face. She then dug into the cart and found the size.

" Try these." She said. I tried them on, and they were perfect.

" They're great." I said. She smiled and pulled on my arm back into the room where she did my make-up. She sat me on the stool and started untangling my hair. I felt her tugging every now and then to remove a hard knot. She would reach out and take many tools to do my hair. I was turned around, so I couldn't see what she was doing. I distracted myself with a magazine that had different hairstyles.

" Okay, the hardest has been avoided. What would you like me to do?" She asked me. I thought about it and flipped the pages of the magazine to a page which had one of my favorite singers, Kerli, and her straight, white hair.

She nodded and started getting the materials.

" Would you like me to dye it to?" She asked. I nodded and told her pearl white. She nodded and started the process.


" Done!" She said. It had been about two hours already. I closed my eyes and spun myself to the mirror. I opened my eyes and my jaw had almost hit the floor. I gasped and smiled widely as I twirled a strand of my hair with my finger. It was so pretty. It looked exactly like what Kerli had. I turned around and hugged Reena. She patted my head and shooed me out of the store, dressed up and happy.

" Wait hun!" She called. I spun around and found her holding out a little white card.

" My card. Ever need anything, just call." She smiled at me and I smiled back. Then, gave her a quick hug and started wandering the streets of Brooklyn. A few guys who were coming in and out of bars and clubs whistled and kept flirting with me. I would just giggle or roll my eyes and keep walking. I looked around and found a little club. It looked like one of those clubs where they had talent shows every night and not strippers.

I smiled and entered. I looked around and found mostly teenagers instead of drunks or sluts. I looked up and found everything dark with a few green, pink, and blue lights shimmering here and there. There was a bar, that was serving soda and root beer. I walked towards it and sat on one of the stools.

" Hey," I turned around and found a boy, fifteen, dark hair flopping over his left eye, cute, dark eyes, and drinking a can of soda. I smiled in response, then turned back around and tapped on the bar table. The rhythm was from a song called 'Love Is Dead' by Kerli. It just fit my mood. I started mumbling the lyrics.

" You have a nice voice." The boy said from next to me. I turned around and blushed.

" Thanks," I said. I turned back around and just tapped the tune.

" You like to sing? What's your name?" He asked me. I sighed and turned to face him. I guess this guy won't give up until we reach the bed.

" Sophi, and yes. I do like to sing. Now, can you leave me alone?" I asked fiercely. He chuckled and took a sip of his soda.

" Calm down. I already got a girlfriend. She's up there, singing." He nodded his head towards the stage, where a girl was holding a microphone and singing a song I recognized. It was called 'My Heart' by Paramore. A band was behind her, playing their instruments. One electric guitarist, one drummer, one electric pianist, and one back up singer. I smiled.

" She's great." I said, pointing towards her. The boy nodded and smiled lightly.

" My Heart..." The girl ended the song and bowed her head. I heard snaps from all over the place. I furroweed my eyebrows.

" This is an Emo Club. We don't cheer." The boy next to me said. I nodded my head and snapped as well.

" Alright, anyone else daring enough to show thier stuff?" The host spoke into the microphone. No one volunteered. Expect for one.

" Yo! She would!" I whirled around on the stool and glared at the boy shocked.

" Oh, please. Don't gimme that look. You're great. Just get up there." He said. Before I could protest, I was already on stage, holding the microphone.

" Alright everyone, this is--What's your name, sweetie?" The ost asked. I whispered Sophi to him and Love Is Dead by Kerli.

" This is Sophi performing 'Love Is Dead' by Kerli. G'Luck." The host said as he got off the stage and sat at a table. I heard the music behind me begin. I panicked. I was so nervous. I never performed in front of a crowd before. I looked around and found a certainh someone sitting at one of the tables. Iggy. He was sitting a couple yards away. All this rage started building up inside me and I brought the microphone close to my mouth and started to sing.

" This is the hardest part when you
feel like fading
All that you had has become unreal,
collapsing and aching

All I want
All I want was right here.

Love don't live here anymore
Love is dead, love is gone, love don't live here anymore

Love don't live here anymore
Love is dead, love is gone, love don't live here anymore

I know that you think of me when you're
beside her
inside her
It must be so hard for you to
deny it
and hide it

All I want
All I want was right here.

Love don't live here anymore
Love is dead, love is gone, love don't live here anymore

Love don't live here anymore
Love is dead, love is gone, love don't live here anymore..." I finished up the song and slumped my head and stared at the floor. I was afraid I would hear 'Boos!' or 'Get off the stage!' But suprisingly, I heard cheers. I looked up and found everyone claaping and cheering instead of snapping their fingers. I sifted my eyes towards where Iggy had been sitting. But he wasn't there. I frowned and dropped the microphone and ran off the stage.

" Wasn't she beautiful?!" I could still hear the host say the encouraging words. I didn't care. I kept crying and holding myself. I came out of the club and into the night. Everything was eerie and dark, I looked around and found an alley. I went right into it and hid behind a large trash bin. I brought my knees up to my chest and wrapped my arms around them and cried my little heart out. I can't believe Iggy had left right in the middle of my performance. He probably hated me. Hated the way I sang. Hated my guts.

" Why do you hate me, Iggy?" I asked myself. I sniffled and tightened my grip on my knees.

" But I don't." I looked up and found a dark figure leaning over me. I backed away. But then realized who it was by his voice. Iggy. I growled and got up and tried to run away. But then I felt storng arms wrap around my waist and lift me off the ground. I struggled agaisnt his grip. I yelled and kicked, but my efforts were useless. Finally, I stopped struggling and allowed him to carry me over the tiny city. We reached the beach and landed silently on the shore. He held my hand and pulled me toward a cave that was close to the beach when it started raining.

" Let go of me, Iggy!" I yelled firmly. He growled and sat me on a large ridge that was like a boardwalk. My legs dangled off the edge and overlooked the tiny lake which connects to the sea.

" Look at me." Iggy demanded. I didn't know how he knew I wasn't staring at him. I didn't respond. He grunted and pinned me on the wet floor. His breath fanned my face. I just stared up at him, shocked he used force on me.

" Now you can't refuse." He muttered. I snapped my head towards my left. He growled and struck the ground next to my face. My eyes widened, but then I relaxed and still faced the boulder next to us. I felt something coming up my neck. His lips. I gasped and my eyes fluttered shut. I reached up and gripped Iggy's wrists. He lowered his hands and laced fingers with mine. His lips finally met mine and he kissed me hungrily. As if he hadn't have kissed me in years. Those last few hours did feel like years.

" I missed you." He whispered agaisnt my lips. I smiled lightly and reached up to cup his cheek. His left hand slid up to tangle itself into my newly dye hair.

" You dyed your hair, huh?" He smirked. I smiled and nodded. He smiled and kissed my forehead.

" It looks great." He said. I quirked my eyes and stared at him. He got off me and sat next to me as I did the same. My left hand laced fingers with his right one.

" How would you know that?" I asked curiously. He smiled and stroked my cheek with his free hand.

" Remember that night?" He asked me as he placed a strand of my white hair behind my ear. I nodded.

" Well, when you fell asleep, I traced your face with my fingertips. You looked even more beautiful then I imagined." He said as he scooped me up and sat me on his lap, then pecked my lips. I blushed and laid my head on his chest. He stroked my hair slowly and lovingly. I sighed wistfully and looked up.

" Iggy, why'd you leave?" I asked him sadly. He bit his lip and rested his head on mine.

" I was just shocked. I mean, why weren't you pregnant? How can that happen?" He asked. I shrugged and thought of the possibilities. But then I felt his lips kiss my hair and rustling. I forgot all about those thoughts and just thought about now. He lifted me up, bridal style, and walked toward a boulder. He layed down first and then layed me next to him. He wrapped his arms around my waist and closed his sightless eyes. I clawed his sweatshirt and closed my eyes. I didn't want him to leave me like before. I snuggled even more into him and he tightened his grip around me. I could smell the scent of his skin on me now. I smiled to myself and buried my face in his chest and fell asleep.


I was gonna put some Lemon in this chapter but thought better of it and then didn't. So here it is.

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