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"All Time Low"

Praying won't do it
Hating won't do it
Drinking won't do it
Fighting won't knock you out
Of my head

Hiding won't hide it
Smiling won't hide it
Like I ain't tried it
Everyone's tried it now
And failed somehow

So when you gonna let me
When you gonna let me out - Out

And if you know
How do you get up from an all time low
I'm in pieces
Seems like peace is
The only thing I'll never know
How do you get up
Get up

'Cos driving won't do it
Flying won't do it
Denying won't do it
Crying won't drown it out
What you said

When I'm standing on the yellow line
Waiting at the station
Or I'm late for work
A vital presentation
If you call me now girl
Without reservation
I would try to break through

But if you know
How do you get up from an all time low
I'm in pieces
It seems like peace is
The only thing I never know
How do you get up from an all time low
I can't even find a place to start
How do I choose between my head and heart
Till it ceases I never know
How do you get up from an all time low

A low [repeat]
Can you hear me
A low [repeat]
Can't you hear me

And if you know...

There was a soft knock on my wall an hour after I got home. I almost ignored it, but they decided to enter anyways. It was Lissa. I was laying down in bed, my face and body facing the window, therefore I didn't see her face as she got near me.

But I did feel her body sink down at the foot of my bed. She ribbed my ankle, and I knew she was worried; she worried about me a lot. Especially since she didn't know who the father of the baby is. No one does. I chose to keep our relationship a secret and the identity of the baby too, but now...

Now, I wasn't so sure. I wanted, I needed someone to talk to. Someone who wouldn't judge me, but listen. And that was her, but as I angled my body to see her, I didn't want to burden her.

"Is something wrong?" she asked softly. I shook my head, giving her a small smile.

"Nothing Liss," I answered. She eyed me warily, I knew she didn't believe me, but she didn't want to push me either.

"Dinner time," she said with a smile. I groaned, I was too tired.

"C'mon, we've got visit."

This sparked my interest and I got up from bed and changed into something simpler. Visit probably meant Mason or her parents. I changed into a pair of khaki shorts, sandals, and a white tank top.

I walked into the living room, following the laughter that filled the room. I leaned against the door, admiring the view.

It was Dimitri.

He seemed a lot more laid back than at the office. He was wearing blue jeans with a black blazer, and gray shirt underneath. His hair was tied back in a ponytail, and as he laughed a few strands became lose, framing his face.

My hand ached so bad; I wanted to reach out and tuck the strand in, and caress his face.

"Rose!"

My eyes snapped to the direction of the voice: Adrian. I smiled at him, feeling Dimitri's gaze on me.

"Hey."

"I didn't know you lived here," he said eyeing Tasha. Tasha only shrugged as I eyed her.

"Ah, and she shows her face," Eddie appeared at the doorway of the kitchen, teasing me. I snorted.

"I work, unlike some. I get home and I'm tired," I teased him back. He shook his head.

"Can't really argue with you," he said, raising his head in a defensive manner. I laughed at him, rolling my eyes, crossing my arms above my chest.

"Nice tattoo," Adrian dragged my attention back to him. I stared at hi, confused and he pointed to my heart tattoo. I felt the heat rush to my face, and I used my long hair to hide it. I looked up to meet Dimitri's eyes as I said the next words.

"Foolish mistakes of the summer."

His face gave away nothing, and for a moment it angered me. I forced myself to breath in and out.

"We all make them," Dimitri answered before Adrian could, giving me a pointed look. I bit my lip, to stop the tears. I was blaming the hormones on this one.

"Some bigger than others," I answered, shutting him up. The house grew awkwardly silent. My mood had darken a lot more due to the surprise visit of Dimitri. I felt a bit of my old myself surfacing up.

"By all means Mr. Belikov, do continue having fun," I said darkly and with heavy sarcasm, uncrossing my arms, and displaying them, motioning to the living room.

His jaw clenched, the veins popping out. I knew I'd pissed him off by the innuendos I'd made.

The silence that filled up the room was too much. I grabbed the keys to my Volvo, along with my purse.

"I'll be back later," I said to no one in particular.

"You don't have to leave," his voice stopped me. I looked back at him, staring squarely into his brown orbs.

"I know I don't. But I want to."

I shut the door behind me, careful not to slam it.

Too hard.

I drove around for a while, stopping in front of a diner, near home. Parking right in front of it, I slammed my hands on the wheel.

I tried so hard to get over him in the last two months. But nothing seemed to work.

It didn't help that I was pregnant with his baby.

That was the first time in two months since I admitted it to myself. I looked out the window, it was dark already, and my phone had many missed calls. I'd already sent her a text message, saying the smell of the food had been too overwhelming. She seemed to buy it.

If only I could. I cold barely breathe in the same room as him. All I wanted was peace, to be over him, to be able to be happy without feeling this loneliness. The feeling that I'm missing something.

A piece of my heart.

How do you get up from an all time low?; I'm in pieces.Seems like peace is
the only thing I'll never know.