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Ch. 10: Living Dead Girl

Sky's POV

"Hey sis. I didn't catch you at a bad time, did I?"

"Nah. I'm in my room, chilling. Why?"

"I need a huge favor." I sighed. "Anything, mami."

"Can you open your room door, please?" About four seconds later, the door was opened. Thank goodness.

"Oh, sweetie. What happened?" Shelly asked, grabbing my suitcase with one hand and my hand in the other, dragging us both into the room she and Barbie was sharing.

"He loves me, but he doesn't want to love me." I blinked twice and the dam broke. Shelly's only seen me like this one other time. And of course, Phil Motherfucking Brooks was the cause of that breakdown. "Sit down. Talk to me, cause I'm confused." Shelly sweetly said to me as she led me to what I'm guessing is her bed.

"Alright, what's going on?" Shelly cooed once we were seated.

"Okay, I lied to you. I do still love him and I do want to get back with him." I said in-between sobs. "Pinky, you didn't have to tell me, I already knew. Now what'd Punk's big mouth say to get you like this again?" Shelly asked, bringing back memories of the last time I cried this hard. It was right after our second breakup. Even though that was more than a year ago, I remember that day as if it were yesterday.

(Ch. 5's Flashback continued), Sky's POV

"Okay, it's not that serious. Do not cry because of this." I begged my traitor eyes and emotions, but to no avail. The tears continued to stream down my red cheeks like they were running a marathon.

Although my eyes were blurry as hell, I managed to make out the stars in the midnight sky. I blanked out after ten minutes, only coming back to my miserable reality because of Shelly's nervous voice calling my name.

"Oh thank goodness." She sounded beyond relieved to see me on the other side of the threshold. "You don't look so good." She closed the door behind her and led me to my bright yellow couch. "I can't… I don't… I'm drunk." I babbled, staring at her blurry face. "And Phil…" I couldn't even get my words out.

"Shhh. I saw your door wide open and went to Phil for some muscle, in case something was going on in here. And ohhhh boy, did he give me a mouthful. I'm sorry hun." She consoled as she pulled me close with one hand and gently rested my head on her shoulder with the other.

"Wait. You told him that you thought something might've happened to me and he didn't come check on me?" Whatever sadness I had quickly got replaced with red hot fury.

"Give him the benefit of the doubt, Sky. You guys just broke up, what, two hours ago?" Whoa. So I blanked out for more than an hour.

"He's obviously very upset, as are you. Whatever you're planning on doing, don't." Shelly nervously and reluctantly got up to follow me to the door. I'm so vexed, I didn't even realize I was up and on my way to my front door anyway.

"Skylar, come back here! You need some serious space. And you need some Tylenol and a hot bath." Shelly scolded, sounding like my mom as she followed me down the stairs to his apartment.

"Sky, please. All you two are gonna do is argue. You're gonna wake up everyone in the apartment complex with all your yelling." She angrily whispered as I banged on his door like I'm the police.

He opened the door with a frown. "Can you two please go away? I gotta get up in three hours and I'd rather not hear anymore bullshit from this one." He was looking at Shelly, who was right behind me. "And you would know bullshit when you hear it, wouldn't you?" I growled at his irritated face.

"And what's that supposed to mean?" He challenged. "Oh shit." Shelly groaned. I grabbed her hand and pushed Phil aside so she and I could enter his apartment.

"Shelly, can you please take her intoxicated ass back upstairs?" He pleaded with Shelly as I paced the floor just inches away from him.

"Sky, let it go. It's not that serious." She tried to reason with me as Phil leaned into the now closed door with his eyes closed. "Not that serious? What if I was in danger? You told him that something was wrong, but he didn't move a muscle." I yelled, focusing only on Phil.

As I yelled my last word, he slowly opened his eyes. He closed the six inch gap between us and glared hard at me. "Oh shit." Shelly whispered.

"Apparently, you can't comprehend well in your drunken state. I told you I'm fucking tired of your shit. It's obvious that you don't give a damn about yourself. So explain why the fuck I should." He yelled into my red face. I must admit, that hurt me a little. But I'm determined to make him feel guilty.

"So, just because you're pissed at me for being drunk, you don't care?" I asked, sounding more hurt than angry.

"Yes." He sighed, staring deep into my eyes. "Skylar, I'm sick of hearing you throw up at three in the morning. I'm sick of helping your stumbling ass up the stairs every night when you should already be in bed asleep, with me." He stopped talking and stared at me.

"Are you done?" I growled. "And most of all," he continued as if I didn't say a word. "I'm sick of worrying about your ass when you've taken so many pills that you've passed out. Or when you're so drunk, you almost look unconscious. I'm sick of having to check your pulse to see if you're still alive. I'm tired of living in fear, Sky."

Great. The traitor tears are back, and he's getting the satisfaction of seeing them. "So, you're just gonna give up on me?" I asked in a soft voice. He started to chuckle.

"Give up? There's nothing left to give up on." He said as he nonchalantly pushed me aside to get to his couch.

"Alright. That's enough for tonight." Shelly grabbed my arm and tried to drag me to the door. I jerked away from her and stumbled my way to Phil, who was now sitting.

"So that's it? You don't care anymore?" I questioned, expecting him to soften his harsh look. Instead, his frown got menacing.

"That's enough! Phil, don't answer that. And Sky, lets go!" Shelly yelled, but neither of us budged. "Answer me!" I yelled at him.

"You really want me to do that?" He questioned, cocking his head to the side. "No she doesn't. And neither do I. Both of you need to shut up before you say something you'll regret." Shelly pleaded with both of us.

"Nah, Shelly. She wants me to answer her question. Don't ya?" He looked at me with a conniving smirk. "Go ahead." I challenged.

"Fine then. No. I don't care anymore. Do whatever the hell you want. I'm done. You're free from my straight edge speeches. You can get as wasted as you want. You should be happy." His twisted little way of comforting me just made the traitor tears fall faster.

"You don't mean that." I whispered. "Yeah I do, Skylar. I'm done. I don't care about you or what you do. Now can you please leave?" He pointed to the door as I tried to pick my jaw up from the floor. "Ah fuck. I told you two to shut up. You didn't listen, and now look what happened." Shelly mumbled angrily as she guided me away from Phil and back to the door.

"Toodles." He nonchalantly said to our backs as we left. Phil's a cold motherfucker when he wants to be.

"You know he didn't mean that." Shelly tried to console me once were in my apartment. I didn't say anything. I know she's trying to make me feel better, but I know what she's saying isn't true. I know Phil. And I know he was dead serious.

"I know I'm supposed to be tough, but I'm not. That shit hurt, Shell. I don't think I could feel any worse." After I said that, I went into hysterics. I couldn't even make it to the couch. I sat in the middle of the floor and let the tears fall.

Shelly sat beside me and tried to comfort me, but it was no use. I guess this is what it's like to be dead.

Sky's POV

Yeah, that was bad. I stayed on that floor for two days. And then my pain turned into anger. And thus the OVW saga began. I figured that since he made me feel dead, I was gonna make him wish he was dead. I feel bad now that I know that he was lying when he said that he didn't care about me anymore.

"He told me that he still loves me, but he doesn't want to be in love with me because I'm too dysfunctional. Aka, I'm an alcoholic druggie." My tears were falling like heavy rain. "Wait, didn't you like quit all that." Shelly asked, rubbing the small of my back gently.

"Yeah. I only smoke cigarettes now. But I guess that's still too much for him." I sniffed. "I love him like a brother, but sometimes I wanna strangle him." Shelly angrily mumbled. "I've decided to give him some space. Can I travel with you and Barb?" I asked as sweetly as I could while crying.

"Of course. But you know that this is the first place he's gonna look once he realizes how much of an idiot he is." Shelly softly chuckled. Whenever we'd get into arguments and he was in the wrong, I'd just leave. And he'd always find me, wherever I'd go.

"Nah. This one's a little too serious for that." I cracked an empty smile as I sobbed. "So what? You're just gonna ignore each other forever?" Huh. That's a good question. I didn't think all that through when I made my dramatic exit.

"That'd be kinda impossible, but I am gonna avoid his ass. I feel like he took a sword and plunged it deep into my chest. All the way through my heart." I sobbed, grabbing my chest. Not for dramatic effect. I really do feel pain there.

"And since he stabbed you, he's the only one that can heal you." Shelly sighed, understandingly. "Well, I guess I'm just gonna remain wounded."

I got out of her arms and went into the bathroom to start the shower. We've got to get up early in the morning and I need to at least try to calm down. If only this stab wound didn't hurt so much.

Punk's POV

I got to the arena early today. You know, no one to wait for this morning. I don't know why I miss the mini arguments we'd have when I'd wake her up. I mean, I would've ended up asking her to travel with someone else, eventually.

Either I would've said or done something to set her off or she would've said or done something idiotic and reckless to set me off, and all hell would've broken loose.

I should be glad she decided to leave on her own, but I'm not. Especially with the reason why she left.

I didn't intend for her to know my thoughts. Hell, I didn't know she was that insightful for her to figure out my thoughts.

I fucked up big, this time. Bigger than the time I told her I didn't care about her anymore. This time, because I actually meant everything that I said. Every. Single. Word.

But at least we've got everything out in the open. It did get to me when she said that she was still in love with me. She said it so passionately, I almost told that little voice in the back of my mind to fuck off.

"Hey, Punk. Why you sitting over there looking like a lost puppy?" Tommy Dreamer asked, snapping me out of my thoughts. And I'm very grateful for it. I've gotta get into the zone for the show.

After shooting the shit with Dreamer for a while, I decided to catch up on my reading. I've found a good little corner that keeps me secluded from everyone back here. It's just what I need.

After thirty minutes of my peaceful solitary confinement, I was interrupted by the big black boots of Shelly. I lowered my book from my face and slowly looked up at her frowning face.

"Good afternoon, Shelly. How are you?" The look she gave me made me wince like she had slapped me. "Don't gimme that good morning bull, Punk. I just came over here to tell you that I love you, but you're wrong this time." She smugly folded her arms across her chest.

"Wait a minute. I'm wrong for feeling? I can't help the way I feel, Shell." I calmly responded. "But why do you feel that way?" She continued her angry interrogation. I sighed. "That's none of your business." I rolled my eyes at Shelly and lifted my book to continue reading, hoping that she would get the hint and drop this conversation.

"You're right. It's none of my business. But she's a fucking ghost. And it hurts me to see her like that. And look at you." She shook her head at me. I looked down at my faded jeans and my worn Chuck Taylor's. "What about me? I look good, girl." I grinned, trying to lighten the mood. It worked for a second or two, cause she gave me a soft smile and it quickly faded and went back to her frown.

"Phil, you're sitting in a corner with your nose in a book." She scoffed, as if that's a bad thing. "What's wrong with that? I'm always reading." She rolled her eyes at my answer. "Yeah, but who's normally right beside you with a book of her own?" I didn't respond.

"And for the record, the girl's been sober for almost three months. If cigarettes are too much for you, then you really are a prude." I groaned as I closed my book. Sky's got everybody thinking I'm a prude.

"Her cigarettes aren't the problem." I started to look around for a quick getaway. "Well why didn't you talk to her about it?" She started to look around, too. "Because she ran off, as usual. And besides, we both need space to clear our heads." I looked over towards the women's locker room and saw what, or who, Shelly was looking for. And she's coming our way.

"Dammit. I'm gonna make this quick. Absence makes the heart grow fonder. I guarantee your 'space' won't do anything but drive you crazy, and her… never mind. She's already dead." And with that last verbal kick in the nuts, Shelly ended her scolding, just in time for Sky to make her way over to us.

"Shelly, stop harassing the boy." She smiled at Shelly, making sure she didn't look at me. "I wasn't harassing. Just having a friendly conversation. Right, Phil?" Shelly scowled at me.

"Friendly, scolding, it's all the same thing, right Shell?" I sighed, ready to make my escape across the room. "Okay, well I'm gonna go. And Phil, remember what I said." She smiled at me right before she sprinted over to Kevin Thorn.

And now comes the awkwardness. "See, I told you you'd see me today." She forced a smile as she stared down at my shoes.

"Are you okay?" I know that was a dumb question, but I just want her to look at me. "Hell no. but I gotta live, regardless." She finally looked at me, but when she did, I wished that she hadn't.

Her normally beautiful face looked tired. But looking at her eyes hurt me. The normally vibrant green was now dull. And as she looked into my eyes, she held her chest as if she's in pain. I know what Shelly means now. Skylar looks like a living, breathing, dead girl.