In Front Of The Lights
Chapter Three
Uncontrollable

A knock on my door had a grip on me as it pulled me back into reality. "Sonny, are you in there? I need to talk to you." My mum's voice from outside the door echoed through my room. I quickly pressed the nearest towel to my wrist, waiting for the bleeding to stop, or at least ease up, and then I hid it under my pillow, and messed my hair up a bit, before climbing into my bed, resting my head on my pillow with my eyes fake-closed. I heard the door fling open slowly. "Sonny?" My mum said. The volume in her voice decreased. The sound of footsteps filled my ears. I then felt a hand on my wrist, and my sleeve twisted a little bit, and heard a small gasp, more footsteps, and then the door slammed. I flashed open my eyes. My mum had seen the cut, the magazine cover, the internet article.

I rose from my bed as I tried to sneak out from my bedroom without my mum seeing me. Of course, I failed. "Sonny, what is this?!" Mum scolded as she held up the magazine cover. "Nothing, I got those marks from...bracelets I was wearing that day." I said in a low monotone voice, it sounded almost lifeless. "They are not bracelet marks! I used to work as a psychologist, and those are definitely cuts! Why are you doing it?!" She raised her voice. "I'm sorry, Mum! I can't control it, this is uncontrollable, and it's out of my hands! I can't help when I do it!" I explained.

Mum stepped towards me, stroked my hair and put her arm around me. "It's okay," She whispered. "We'll get you some help." I then took in what she said. I freed myself from her grasp, and pushed her away from me. "Wait, what?! No, no way, I'm not going to a fucking shrink, Mum! I'd rather die! You are NOT making me go!" I yelled. "We need to get you some help! I'm worried about you and I'm not letting this get worse!" She replied. "NO! I am NOT going!" I was now at the door with my car keys in my hand. "Look, just do a favour and move back to fucking Wisconsin, I don't need you here in my life." I muttered, and I knew that she heard me.

During the drive to the 'So Random' set, my eyes just released constant and constant fountains of tears, they just wouldn't let up. The paparazzi didn't let up either; they were just always trying to find out everything about me, Sonny Munroe, and my secret cutting. I wanted to just, like, shout at them: "Haven't you ever heard of giving someone a break? You should start!"

But then of course, it would leak onto the internet and magazines, about Sonny Munroe flipping out and having a tantrum at the paparazzi. I just stormed into the 'So Random' set, in tears, not caring if anyone saw me. My foot stomping echoed through the halls leading to me and Tawni's dressing room. As I was crying my eyes out, just wanting to get to the dressing room, Nico was in the hallway. "Sonny, what's wrong?" He asked with caring concern. I sobbed a little harder, trying to catch my breath to tell him the entire story. "My mum found out, she saw the magazine cover, and..." I took another breath. "She wanted me to see a psychologist, and I got so mad at her, I told her to go back to Wisconsin." I let the rest of the tears bucket down.

"It's alright, Sonny. Don't worry." Nico pulled me into a hug. I'd actually forgotten how much I'd really liked Nico, with all this drama going on. "Thank you so much." I managed to mumble from being squished into his chest. He then released me from the hug. "No problem. Hey, maybe after you stop crying, you could come and get a frozen yogurt in the cafeteria with me?" Nico asked with a smile. "Where from, a cup, or the tip of the machine?" I smirked, feeling my tears fade away, and wiping my eyes. Nico laughed as he linked his arm with mine. "To the cafeteria!" He said loudly. We walked to the cafeteria, arm in arm.

We sat and talked whilst sitting at a table for what seemed and what could have been hours, but it was only 30 minutes, until we were interrupted by the loud ringing of my cell phone. "Hello?" I answered. I listened to the voice on the other end. "Uh-huh, okay." I replied. "Sorry, I need to take this." I whispered to Nico as I went into the corner of the cafeteria, continuing to listen to the voice through the line. "I don't think I can," I said into the phone, returning to the table where Nico and I were sitting. "I have to? Well that's just fantastic. Goodbye." I could tell I had a shocked, absolutely horrified look on my face.

"Whoa, who was that?" He said. I didn't say a word. "Sonny! Who was it?" Nico clicked his fingers in front of my face, as if he was attempting to snap me out of a trance. "That was 'Tween Weekly TV', and they want me to do an interview with them." I gulped, feeling tears well in my eyes.

I had a very bad feeling about this.

Updating! Haha, sorry it took so long, and sorry it's short, it was only 951 words, so sorry for that, but I hope you like it. So I guess this is going to be a Sonny/Nico story, I might make a love triangle out of Nico/Sonny/Chad and Sonny will have to choose between them, probably. I hope Sonny/Chad fans will still read it. Goodbye for now.

~ Emily