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This chapter took way longer than I hoped to write, but TUMBLRRRRRRR. It's not my best, but hey I tried.
Hey, everyone.
So this is it. This is the last chapter. Well, not really. We have an epilogue, but this is the last official chapter. This was my first hardcore story on here. This story is like a child to me, and I've been writing since, April 3rd (ish) and I don't want it to end, but there is going to be a sequel, invovling the children of all of these great characters. I still don't know if I will be posting it on here, but if I don't you can check it out on my Quotev, which is one of my links in my bio.
I just wanted to thank you guys for reading, and loving this story so much and I think I might cry, oh my god. You are all beautiful and wonderful people, and thank you for letting me, just for a little while, live out my dream as an author.
Sincerely,
Thegirlwiththepurpleipod (But you can call me Kate.)
I blinked my eyes open, the artificial lights burning my eyes. I looked around the room. I was in a hospital room. I quickly sat up, and regretted it. The pulsing pain in my head grew, and I slid back down. I tried to talk, but my throat was too dry. It came out as just a croak.
A nurse walked in, holding a clipboard, looking down. She looked at me, and her eyes grew, as she saw me, sitting up and well. I motioned for a cup of water, and she quickly gave me one. I downed it in a second.
"What is your name?" She asked me.
"Nina Amethyst Martin." I said quietly.
"Good." She quickly wrote something down.
"Where am I?" I questioned.
"The hospital."
"But why?"
"You were in a coma..for 2 months."
"A coma?"
"You were found in the forest, at least 6 hours after an argument with your grandmother. You were unconscious, and were muttering things like, Jerome, Lurer, KT, and Fabian. You weren't bleeding, must of just hit your head."
"My grandmother is dead."
"When coma patients are under, they usually dream about most anything. Some people are just living life regularly, day by day, nothing changes. Others, make up worlds of their own. They create people and figures, and they believe. I know it's hard, sweetheart, but you have to forget about those people. They don't exist.."
I kept my mouth shut, I wanted to say they were real. I knew they were. Fabian was real. Jerome was real. Patricia was real. They were real.
"By, the looks of it, you can probably leave in a few days.." She smiled at me, "Your grandmother will be here shortly."
I just looked at my hands, and she walked out of the room.
I was alone, again.
I placed my hands on my face, and cried.
My grandmother came in a few days later, I had been sleeping a lot, thanks to the drugs. She handed me a pair of pants, an old t-shirt that had paint all over it, and some underclothes. I slowly climbed out of bed, and made my way to the bathroom to change. I took a quick shower, and then changed into the clothes she brought me. I walked out.
"How are you feeling, Nina?" She placed her arm around my shoulders.
"Tired."
"Well, you can sleep some more when we get home, but you do start school again in the morning, so don't forget it."
"How far behind did I fall?"
"Not at all, remember, you were ahead by a few weeks in all of your classes."
"Oh, right."
We walked out of the hospital, after Grand-mama signed some paperwork. She walked me over to the car, and I slid in the passenger seat. She started the car, and started driving to our house. We lived in a small house, in Surrey, England. We moved there when I was 11, a few months after my parents died. I couldn't live in that house anymore, so she sold it, and we moved here. It was nice, a small garden where I would plant lily's every year, and different types of vegetables.
We pulled up the driveway, and I exited the car. My grand-mama went to help me up the steps, but I placed a hand out to stop her. I walked up the steps myself, and pushed the door open. Everything was the same. The carpeted stairs, the vase that sat next to the door, where the living room connected to the front hall, and the same thing with the dining room The dining room was still painted the same blood red, and the living room was painted beige.
I walked up the stairs, running my hand across the wall. I knew grand-mama was watching me, down there all alone. I guess she didn't realize she was watching my dreams die. The house still smelled like cinnamon, and fresh laundry. I pushed the door to my room open. I threw my bag on chair, and looked around the room. I could hear my heart pounding, this house was so quiet. I wasn't use to quiet. I was use to hear Alfie chasing Amber up and down the halls, Patricia showing Mick how to play the piano, Fabian speaking kind words, Piper and Luft laughing. I was use to being with someone else.
I sat down on my bed, placing a hand over my mouth, to subdue the sobs that threatened to be released. I wanted to scream, but I couldn't without scaring Grand-mama. I was so empty. I fell back, letting the tears roll down my face. I felt so cold, and I couldn't breathe. I looked around the room. The same light purple walls, and black bedspread. The picture on my desk of my parents, and I when I was 11, just before they died. My desk was messy from all the sketches of my old friends that I drew from before I left. I had saw everything that had happened. It had to be real..they had to be real. I felt so cold.
"Please..just let them be real.." I prayed to God that never listened, and that I didn't believe in.
"This house no longer feels like home.." I whispered.
I sat up, walking over to my desk. I pushed everything off. I grabbed my watercolors, paints and paint brushes. I walked over to my closet, and pulled down the attic stairs. I walked up the stairs. There were painting across the walls, and I had put a curtain on one spot, because I wanted to keep it open for something special.
I walked over to it, and pull it down. I threw it on the ground. I walked over to my record player, moving the needle, playing Save Rock And Roll, my favorite album by Fall Out Boy. The Phoenix started blasting, and I opened up my paints. I dipped my paint brush in the dark blue, and started painting.
I danced around to the music as I painted. Belting out the lyrics as I let out all my anger towards losing the few people that made me whole. They gave me life, and now they were gone. They slipped through my fingers, so quickly I couldn't catch them. I wiped the sweat off my forehead, and ended up with paint on my face. The songs had ended, and I put on another one of their albums.
I stepped back from the artwork. It had been four hours, four albums from Fall Out Boy, and a whole lotta paint. It was my friends, and I sitting underneath the night sky, pointing out constellations, together. On the bottom, I wrote, 'Home is wherever I'm with you.'
They had become my home, my family, my friends. They had made me feel alive, and loved. I loved seeing their faces smiling and laughing. They were the only people to look past what I looked like, and who I had to be, and just been my friends. It was almost 6 o'clock, so I went downstairs, and saw a bowl of soup with a note from my grand-mama.
"Just hope you feel better soon." I smiled. I quickly downed the soup and crawled into bed.
I quickly fell asleep, missing the warmth that Fiolett always had.
I awoke to my alarm, which I wanted to throw across the room. Reluctantly, I climbed out of bed, and walked to the bathroom. I took a shower, and brushed my teeth. I changed, and dried my hair. I brushed it, and braided it back. I took out a pair of jeans, and t-shirt, since I go to a small public school, about 10 minutes from my house now. Not many people are enrolled in that school, but no matter how many people go there, I'm still an outcast. I looked in the mirror, I wasn't use to seeing my myself without my crown, or those big, fancy dresses.
I grabbed my backpack, and walked down the stairs. I poured myself a bowl of cereal, and slowly ate, wishing I wasn't where I was now. I kissed my grand-mama on the cheek, and walked out the door. I took out my iPhone, and started playing I'm Wide Awake, It's Morning by Bright Eyes. As I walked down the street, At The Bottom Of Everything blasted into my ears, as I tried to avoid thinking about them.
I walked into the school, avoiding the stares that I received. I couldn't care less at this moment, really, in another world, I was a Queen..well, in an imaginary world. I took out my headphones, and stuffed the phone into my backpack.
"Did you hear? That Nina Martin girl tried to kill her grandmother after a psychotic meltdown, she was almost arrested, but her grandmother said it's fine, but she's been in rehab, that's why she hasn't been here." I could hear a girl talking about me a few lockers down, an angry fire filled my stomach.
They aren't worth your time, Nina, ignore them.
"Well, I heard that they found out she has been totally emo, and she freaked out, she tried to kill herself. On. Her. Birthday. So, her grandmother sent her away."
"I think we are both right, I mean, she never talked to anyone, and she always wore sweatshirts. She's such a freak, like I mean, I've gone to school with her since primary school, she's always been like this. I blame her parents. I don't even think that they died in a car crash, I think they killed themselves to get away from her."
I walked up to her, and grabbed her shirt, and I punched her in the face.
"How about you stop spreading lies about people you don't even know, okay?" I smiled down, at her and walked away.
"FREAK!" She screamed, holding her bleeding lip.
"Thank you! That's what I call myself everyday!" I yelled back to her, walking to my art class, ignoring the other students, talking about what just happened. I walked into class, and placed my bag down in my seat by the door, which was on the right side of the classroom.
"How are you doing, Martin?" My teacher, Mr. Winkler, who lets us call him by his first name, which is Jason.
"I just punched someone in the hallway, but I think I'm good." I told him, and he laughed.
"Why?"
"They were saying things about me, and why I was gone for two months, and um, my parents." I told him, He placed a hand on my shoulder.
"Which wasn't in their place, and I hope you didn't hurt anyone too badly."
"Her bruise will heal in few days."
"Good, hey, I wanted to tell you, there are a few new exchange students that came here about a month ago, so I want you to try to be friends with them. They are some great kids, and they don't have a lot of friends except for each other."
"I'll try."
"Good, cause two of them are in this class, and they will be here soon, their easels are right next to yours anyways."
"What are we working on?"
"Do we ever work on anything? Do whatever you want." He smiled at me, and walked back into his office.
I grabbed some paint brushes, and my paints from the shelves. I brushed the dust off the caps, and opened them. I sat down on my stool, and started tracing out what I was gonna draw. Soon, the few kids that were in this art class started piling through, and stared at me, once they remembered who I was. Then I saw them..no it couldn't be.
Patricia and Fabian..
"Fabe! Shut up about Mike now! We aren't dating and probably never will be!" Patricia said, her pixie cut red hair was a beacon of hope for me now. She was wearing combat boots, ripped jeans, and a Nirvana t-shirt.
"Come on, we all know you like him." Fabian joked and she jabbed him in the side. He was wearing a plain grey t-shirt, jeans, and some converse.
They walked over to their seats, setting their stuff down, and walked over here. They stopped once they saw me, looking me up and down. Did they not recognize me? Was it even them?
"Um, hi..I'm Nina.."
"Yeah..we know, we heard you punched someone in the face, and went missing for two months." Patricia said.
"Yeah.."
"But we also know that you are a really good student, and were in the hospital." Fabe smiled at me, with his light brown hair, and his dark blue eyes were the exact same.
"Who told you?"
"Our favorite teacher."
"I'm Fabe, by the way, Fabe Rutter." He put his hand out for me to shake.
"And I'm Patty Williamson." I shook her hand as well, and they sat down next to me.
"What are you guys working on?" I asked, and they looked at me.
"We aren't ready to show anyone, but one day I promise." She smiled at me, and I nodded.
"Okay, well, I can't wait to see it."
"Would you like to sit at lunch with us?" Fabe blurted out, and Rachel gave him a glare.
"Um..sure..?" I told him, and he smiled.
"Great." He picked up a paint brush and started on his project.
"What class do you have next?" Patty asked.
"Maths."
"Same here, and what about afterwards?"
"Chemistry."
"Same! So, how bout we walk together?"
"Sure!"
"Great!"
The bell rang, and we grabbed our stuff. I waited by the door while Fabe and Patty put their stuff away.
"We were suppose to wait a few days, Fabian!" She sneered.
"I couldn't help it, Patricia! I just want to bring her home!"
I shook my head..it couldn't be..it was just my head..just my head.
"Let's go Nina! See you at lunch, Fabe!" She called, and linked my arm with hers, dragging me away.
"Bye!" He called, and I swear I saw him frown as he turned away.
We walked to class, chatting about mindless things, getting to know each other. People stared at us, mostly me. I was always weird, and it must have been a blessing to them for me to have run away. I was so use to them, I didn't chose to look like this, amethyst colored eyes, and my white blonde hair. Now, I had disappeared, and no one knew why. I stood out like a sore thumb.
We walked into class, and the teacher welcomed me back, saying that she hoped I feel better soon. I sat down in the back right corner, where I always sat, alone. Rachel sat in the front, and she turned around and waved at me. I smiled, and put my head down. Everyone whispered about me, and my new 'friend'.
"Did you hear? Nina Martin punched Melissa in the face this morning!"
"Why?"
"She just did it, no reason, and then she cussed her out!"
"Really?"
"Yeah, Madison told me."
The teacher shushed everyone, and started teaching. I sighed, this was my life again. A talked about loser, with no friends, and the weird colored eyes. It's gonna be okay..I hope.
The bell rang again, and I ran out of the classroom, leaving Patty behind. I can't make friends, because friends means they are people, and people always leave me.
I sat down in the middle row in my chemistry class. I groaned as I saw Melissa walk in, and she glared at me, walking up to me. Her lip had started swelling and bruising.
"Hey freak!" She sneered.
"Melissa."
"You are such a little bitch! I know what you did, you aren't that innocent! You have alway been weird, and I wouldn't even be surprised if you weren't a psychopath!"
"High-functioning sociopath actually.." I whispered.
"What did you just call me?"
"Nothing.."
"Hey junk monkey!" I heard Patricia call, and she walked over to where I was.
"Go away, this isn't your business!"
"Yes, it is, actually, you're messing with the wrong person."
"Her? She can barely throw a punch, what is she going to do to me? Dye my hair, scare me with those freakshow eyes of hers?"
Patricia pushed her, and Melissa stumbled backwards.
"You little.." Melissa balled up her hands, and then our teacher walked into class.
"Okay, everyone! Sit down! It's time to learn!" He called, and Melissa gave me one last glare, and walked away.
"Thanks." I smiled.
"Don't worry about it, I am your new best friend, we gotta stick together." She smiled at me.
I turned my head towards the board, and smiled to myself. She won't leave me..let's just hope.
The class rolled on, and I was seriously bored, I knew everything, and I just wanted to go to lunch. I was hit in the head with a piece of paper. Rachel, who was sitting next to me, signaled for me to open it.
'Warning: Alex and Mike are weirdos'
I laughed quietly, and nodded. She smiled and turned back to the board. Finally, the bell rang, and we linked our arms together again, walking out to the courtyard. I saw Amber, Mick, Alfie, Piper, and Fabian already sitting. Alfie and Mick were passing a football, Amber and Fabian were talking, and Piper was texting someone.
"Hey guys! This is Nina! She's that girl that went 'missing', but she's here now!" Patricia smiled, "This is Annabelle, that's Penny, Alex, and Mike, and you already know Fabe and I."
"Hello!" Annabelle walked over to me, and sat me down between Fabe and her.
"Hi, it's nice to meet you."
"Fabe was just talking about you. He said that you are really good at painting." Fabe blushed.
"Yeah, she is!" Patty agreed.
"Thank you, my mother was a painter."
"That's so cool!" Annabelle smiled, and I smiled back.
"Lacey says hi guys." Penny smiled at her phone.
"Lacey is Penny's girlfriend. They are so adorable!" Patty gushed.
"Shut up." Penny's face burned red, and she turned away from us.
"Don't worry, I think it's cute!" I smiled, and she smiled back.
"Hey, Nina." Fabe whispered. I turned to him, and he was looking at me, just like Fabian use to.
"Yeah?"
"Let's go home." He smiled at me.
And I knew exactly what he meant.