Chapter two: Beating the Rush hour

BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP!

The noise of the alarm clock impounded Violet's aching head. She sat up in bed and made a desperate attempt to hold her head and stop it from hurting. But, that was of no use what so ever. She breathed in slowly and allowed her body to freeze up, at least until she had gotten to the shower.

Violet turned on the water and let the hot water run, causing steam to rise and make a delicate blanket over the mirror opposite the shower stall. She was barely awake and incompetent to think about anything but the warm shower that was awaiting her cool skin.

Violet removed her clothing and placed one foot into the pocket of warmth. The water hit her skin and instantly freed her foot from the freezing world around it. She then proceeded with the rest of her penetrating body. When her body was fully into the shower, she began caressing herself, scrubbing every area clean. The shower even started to wake her up and make her start thinking straight once more.

But, now it wasn't the shower that was only in her mind. Now, an intruder had entered deep into her thoughts. Kevin had entered her thoughts. She knew she had a dream about him the past night and until now she had never realized how she felt without him. She longed for him whenever she felt nervous or alone. Sometimes she couldn't over come how stupid she had been to break up with him only because she knew she would be traveling a lot around the globe.

She grabbed a pink blouse and place id out her slender body and also put on her white wash jeans. She walked to the mirror and looked deep into the eyes of the person that was staring back at her. How pathetic she looked. Sometimes she hated herself. She hated her hair, her skin, her body, her career….everything. Now that Kevin had been gone, what was the point in her existence.

Maybe she should end it right now…….

NO! I've got a great career…why should I ruin that??

But still Violet wondered why she was still living if she was going through all this.

She pulled her blonde hair back into a tight pony tail and relaxed her arms back in front of the mirror. She turned away and proceeded downstairs. She grabbed a banana and went through the front door. Her tour mates were already there waiting for her.

Violet climbed into the back of the van with her back up singers.

"Hey guys!" Violet said, trying to hide her feelings most desperately.

"Hey Vi!" A small brown haired girl replied. Her name was Michelle. Violet settled into her bunk, of her tour van, directly above Michelle's. She pulled out a picture of Kevin and put it on her bed. She smiled and walked away. Michelle's curiosity soon got the best of her. She got up and looked at the picture, at the face all to familiar.

Violet walked up to the table that was occupied on one side by her producer, Freddy.

"How is my sunshine this morning?" Freddy asked, ever so happily.

"Uh, not to good," Violet replied. Freddy, a rather obese man with a red beard, dropped his paper work and too off his round glasses.

"Uh oh, what's wrong?" Violet looked up at him.

"Uh, I guess I'm just home sick," Violet replied suddenly.

"But we just left-" Freddy began with a slight chuckle.

"No, I mean my best friend and……Coyote Ugly," Violet replied, a little ashamed, because no one that knew her now really liked that place.

"Oh, Darling! Forget that place! It only made you feel trashy and between you and me….it didn't really serve good beer!" Freddy chuckled. Violet let a small smile escape from her. She got up and stuffed her hands in her pocket. Obviously, Freddy wasn't the one to talk to.

Violet steadily walked back into her bunk and got out her diary.

March 31, 2003

Dear Diary,

I am feeling pretty low today and you seem to be the only thing that can understand how I am feeling right now. I'm thinking about ending my life, I just have nothing to live for anymore! I mean, I just feel like I can't live in this hell hole any longer and on top of that, Kevin is gone. I just don't know what to do…………

Violet stopped there. She didn't want to go on. She hated this so much. She had now come upon the decision of actually proceeding with ending her life. This, however, was going to have to be planned perfectly. The right place, the right time, the right day……Violet turned on her bed. Oh, how she wished Kevin was there with her at that moment. But, he wasn't, no one was.

Michelle trided into the room at that moment.

"Hey, Vi, what's wrong?" Michelle came over to her bunk and put her head by Violet's.

"Ah, nothing Michelle. Just a little sad, that's all,"

"About Kevin?" Michelle asked curiously. Violet perked up. She had never mentioned Kevin to Michelle, or anybody, on the tour.

"Kevin?!?!"

"Yea, you know, Smith. Kevin Smith?" Michelle replied.

"H…ho…..how do you know Kevin?" Michelle looked at the floor.

"Um, well, uh, he is just a friend of the family. I saw his picture on your bed and immediately recognized him. Is he an old boyfriend?"

"huh, no! Oh, no, we were just friends, just friends…"

"Uh huh….sure…"

"Seriously, Michelle!"

"Well, anyway, Freddy says he wants to make a special stop."

"Why? Where?"

"Oh, you'll see! You're going to love it!"

Violet got really excited. She rushed to the front of the van and waited until they got there.

Violet took no time to dawdle when they pulled up in front of an old run-down building with a neon sign.

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A/N: Sorry if you think this chapter kind of sucked because I have horrible case of writers block!! I'll make it up to you in the following chapters of this story!! I Promise!!!