REPLYING
The Night Owl Revolution: Mhm. Intern 2 really does care about her, but this chapter...well, you'll see. ;-;
XxYesterdayTodayTomorrowxX: Thank you!
iShineS3: Really? you get excited when you see an update for this story? hooray!
Also, to anyone who is also reading Metal Town Rises, my other current MyMusic story, I've been super duper stumped, and I apologize for such a long cliffhanger!
If you don't read it, then none of that ^ made sense. TO THE STORY
Intern 2's face is something Scene will never forget. The look of shock, combined with the realization on her part, is what makes the whole thing almost funny, and memorable. The fact that she hasn't touched a cupcake in months and has only half a chocolate bar for dessert items in her apartment, makes her realize something she didn't even notice was gone.
"'Too much sugar'?" Intern 2 repeats her words in astonishment. Scene thinks he's mad, until he smiles sadly. "I guess you're a lot different than I thought."
"Well, I'm not too different." Scene says. Intern 2 sighs and runs a hand through his hair. Scene notices his eyes are pale red, like he's trying not to cry. He hands the bag to Scene, and walks towards the front door.
"Intern 2?" Scene says. "Intern 2! Where are you going?!"
"I have to think. I'll be back." He says, then leaves, closing the door. Scene holds the bag in one hand, standing there for a minute before forcing herself to trust that he'll come back.
Straightedge didn't come back. Her mind reminds her. Dubstep didn't come back. Nerdcore didn't come back.
"Shut up." She mumbles to her mind, grabbing a throw pillow and curling up on the couch with it. But her head persists.
Your parents didn't come back.
"I said shut up!" Scene, well, throws the throw pillow, then sobs into her now empty arms, staining her pajama shirt with tears. "Oh gosh, my brain is right. No one ever comes back once they're gone." Wondering who she was even talking to, she drags herself to her room. She pulls out every blanket she owns, which is fourteen, and piles them on top of her while sleeping on her bed, hoping that for no reason will she have to un-bury herself.
Unfortunately, the intense growling in her stomach proves to be a valid, and a loud, reason for her to climb out from under the blankets. She gets up, walks out of her room, and glances at the couch, where she left the bag of donuts. She rolls her eyes, eats a bowl of corn flakes(aka the same breakfast she's eaten for the past year and a half) then crawls back into her bed, not seeing a reason to be awake at all.
Or, frankly, alive.