A/N: I'm so sorry for not updating for like, 5 days now, but things are a little hectic on my end. Updates aren't going to be happening twice a day anymore, unfortunately, more like twice a week. I have a horse who needs care and I have drama practice and classes that are a thousand times harder than last semester so I'm gonna be a little too busy for a set schedule for updates. Sorry folks. Love, the author.
I
had the notion that you'd make me change my ways
My bad habits
would be gone in a matter of days
I had the feeling that you'd
open up my eyes
To a whole new world that had since been in
disguise
But that day will most likely never come for me
And
it's just my luck to end up getting stuck
To everything you are
So tonight I'll sit and pick apart your pictures
And
overanalyze your words
But the truth is that I've never fallen so
hard
It's taking everything in me
Just to forget your sweater
so far
I had the notion that you'd make me forget the world
But your indecisive mind shows me that
You are "just
another girl"
I had the feeling that those looks you gave me
were real
What if I ripped your heart apart at the seams
Maybe
then you'd know how I feel
But that day will most likely
never come for me
And it's just my luck to end up getting stuck
To everything you are
So tonight I'll sit and pick apart
your pictures
And overanalyze your words
But the truth is
that I've never fallen so hard
It's taking everything in me
Just
to forget your sweater so far
I can honestly say
That I
never, ever, ever felt this way
Your lips, your eyelashes, your
skin
These are the parts of your body
That cause my comatose
to begin
I can honestly say That I never, ever, ever felt
this way
Your lips, your eyelashes, your skin
These are the
parts of your body
That cause my comatose to begin
I will
sleep another day
I don't really need to anyway
What's the
point when my dreams are infected
With words you used to say
I
will breathe in a moment
As long as I keep my distance
I
wouldn't want to go messing anything up
So don't go worrying
about me
It's not like I think about you constantly
So maybe
I do, but that shouldn't affect
Your life anymore
I knew it
the moment you walked into the door
So don't go worrying
about me
It's not like I think about this constantly
So maybe
I do, but that shouldn't affect
Your life anymore
I knew it
the moment you walked into the door
I'll let you get the best
of me
Because there's nothing else that I do well
I'll let
you get the best of me
Because there's nothing else that I do
well
I'll be the giver and you'll be the taker
I guess that's
how this one's gonna go I'll be the giver and you'll be the taker
You've got me down on my knees and I proclaim
All hail the
heartbreaker
-The Spill Canvas. Song: All hail the heartbreaker. (A.k.a. Kick-ass song of the day)
Blue Roses.
Chapter twenty-two: All hail the heartbreaker.
Skye stood at the door to the Beauxbatons carriage, rocking back and forth from her heels to the balls of her feet in excitement at the party presented before her. She heard voices and music playing loudly inside in a perfect chorus. She gave a quick glance at her watch - 10:10; she wasn't early to seem desperate and she wasn't rudely late, either - before giving a knock with the brass doorknocker. There was a brief pause before the door swiftly opened revealing Fleur in all her glory.
"Come een, Skye, come een!"
Skye swiftly stepped up the stairs and into the carriage. It was like a very large house, compatible for about twenty. There was a main room with a fireplace and many couches, which were all occupied with mostly Beauxbatons students, but a few Hogwarts and Durmstrang students as well. There was a series of doors leading out of the main room which Skye presumed led to the bedrooms, bathrooms, kitchens, or other rooms she was unsure about.
"Firewhisky?" Fleur asked, holding a glass with a flaming liquid inside it out.
"Sure," Skye said, taking the glass from her. She took a large swig of it, realizing that it didn't taste as bad as it had when she was younger. She greedily swallowed the whole glass before setting it down on a nearby table and searching for another one.
"Like it?" Fleur asked, laughing as Skye took another Firewhisky from the bar, taking it all in one swig. Skye felt warmth envelop her body as the hot liquid glided down her throat. When she placed the glass down at the bar she felt a shiver go through her body and she felt her head spin momentarily. She drank another Firewhisky, and things began to turn for the worst.
All she could remember were flashes of the night; she remembered dancing with a boy from Beauxbatons and kissing him repeatedly as they took over the dance floor. She remembered drinking glass after glass of Firewhisky. She also remembered jumping onto the bar and dancing there; she also had flashes of her in the bathroom, on the floor, topless, laughing uncontrollably. At this point, someone picked her up and put her shirt back on. She fell back on the floor.
"I'm staying here!" she whined.
"No," the person said. "We have to go now."
"Why?"
"You're doing stupid things. Come on, let's go."
"Only if you make me."
The person who, at this point, she realized was a boy, picked her up with ease and carried her in his arms out of the carriage and into the cold winter air.
"Stop it!" she whined. "I don't want to go to into the toilet!"
"We're not going into the toilet, I'm taking you bad to your dormitory."
"Dormitory, shmormitory. You're pretty."
"You're drunk."
"That doesn't make you...not not not pretty!"
"Will you..."
"You ermfer!" Skye slurred her last few words into a jumble.
The boy carrying her sighed before going silent as she tried to string together words.
"Ok, enough," he cooed, placing his hand gently over Skye's mouth. "You're just going to say something you regret."
Skye looked into the persons face, with sadness in her eyes at his truth. She looked into the boy's grey eyes, wondering...
"Cedric?" she exclaimed, squirming at the realization it was him that was carrying her. "Let me go!"
"Skye, will you..."
"LET ME GO!"
Cedric sighed and put her down, where she scrambled to stand and run, swerving towards the castle, leaving Cedric standing in her wake, shaking his head.
- - -
Skye arrived at breakfast the next morning (it wasn't really breakfast for everyone else, considering it was two in the afternoon) with a cold cloth on her forehead and black circles under her eyes.
"Where were you last night?" Chad snapped as she sat down next to him. "It was Brayden's memorial, you know, the one you spent hours organizing, and then you just forget to show up!"
"Hangover," Skye muttered.
"Not an excuse! You didn't get back into the common room until three in the morning! What were you thinking? You know how hardy partying the French are!"
"I thought I was going to be back in time, alright?" Skye sniped back. "I had a few too many Firewhiskys and...things just went downhill from there. I'll explain it to you when this damn pounding headache is gone!"
Chad flicked his wand and Skye gave a sigh of relief when the headache ceased.
"Now, explain, and it better be valid."
- - -
Skye stood on the bridge that crosses a section of the lake, the wind whipping through her long brunette hair on a cold Valentine's Day. She had avoided most civilization on this most unfortunate day and chose to, rather than sit with all the in-love Hufflepuffs at lunch, stand and absorb herself in her thoughts. The only thing on her mind at this moment was Cedric, and how he was probably spending his time with Cho. If they were still dating, this would've been their 5 year anniversary...
She kneaded her eyes with her knuckles, wiping away the tears. He was always on her mind, it was undeniable. Yet, she knew that she needed to move on, that it wasn't healthy to have him on her mind as much as he is.
She pulled her photo album out of her bag, running her finger along the picture of her and Cedric kissing that was on the cover. She hadn't looked at the photo album in ages, and she almost missed it. She pulled the picture out of it's pocket and held it up, the sun reflecting onto it. She slowly ripped it in half, then into quarters, then into tiny little pieces before letting the pieces float gracefully into the water. She began ripping Cedric out of all her pictures, tears flowing from her eyes as she released the past into the water. She chose the picture of Cedric with his stupid face on last, for it was when he was at his best; innocent, modest and most importantly, he cared for her and her only. She held the picture up in front of her, slowly letting it slip out of her fingers and float fragilely onto the surface of the water. She smiled as a large mouth appeared and gobbled up the picture, thinking of the irony. The delicious irony.
She stared out at the snow-peaked mountains, watching as a few owls passed by the sun, letters in their mouths, eager to deliver the mail and be admired by their owners. She looked over to her left, where she saw Hagrid sitting beside Madame Maxime on his front porch, her with a beautiful flower in her hand as she smiled at him, obviously in love. She saw them rub noses, and remembered the time that Cedric gave her a bouquet of roses for Valentine's Day for their second anniversary. She wished that things could just go back to the way they used to be, when things were simple. When Cedric and herself was happy, and Chad wasn't holding a grudge against her for missing Brayden's memorial, and when she wasn't concerned about NEWTs or the Triwizard Tournament or what she wanted to do when she graduated or what was ahead of her. She lived for the moment. 'No day but today' was what she used to live by. Now, she lives for tomorrow, hoping it will be a better day then today.
She saw Draco Malfoy strut past her on the bridge, shooting her a dirty look before raising his chin and strutting off. She remembered when she first met him, within the first week of her fourth year. When she saw that head of white-blonde hair bobbing throughout the crowd, she ran towards him, grabbing the hair and pulling a large chunk of it out. Draco screamed, and turned towards her. She launched on him, shoving him to the ground and hopelessly pummeling him, screaming about how his father had killed Brayden. He just laid on the ground, crying and wailing hopelessly like a baby until Professor Snape came up behind Skye and pulled her off of him by the scruff of the neck. As Snape dragged her to his office, mumbling in her ear the horrible detentions she would have to serve for the next three months for the physical abuse that she caused to one of his students, she saw Harry Potter standing in the corner, giving her a thumbs up.
She smiled at the thought of her brush with stardom. She had been on Harry's good side since then; well, until of course, he stole Cedric's glory. Skye decided she would cheer on Harry at the next task.
She turned and walked towards the school, deciding now, before Arithmancy started, would be a decent time to begin making a banner for Harry. She always thought burgundy was a nice color. Better than yellow, anyway.
She stopped before she reached the door, a thought racing through her mind.
Everything was about to change.
Well, everything had already changed, but everything needed to change. She had no choice anymore. Everything around her was changing, and she was just going to have to change with it.
- - -
A/N: Mmm...internal. Lots and lots of internal stuff. This is basically all the stuff I'm thinking off right now, because I'm in the exact same situation as her...except I didn't get dumped, just rejected. Seriously, action next chapter; like actually happenings. I guess this was more of a test of my writing. Sorry about the long authors notes. Love you all.