Runaway Children

3 children, 2 grown-ups, 1 thing they have in common; their urge of running away from their problems.

When those 2 people divided by fame and sorrow meet again their worlds will be turned upside down, bringing back unwanted memories and digging up old graves.

Will Alexa and Louis find a way to cope with the pain of the past or will they forever remain what they are:

Runaway children....

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11. Chapter 11

 

A/N~ omg just realised I'm already at chapter 11 this shit is crazy!!!

now read!!!

Alexa's pov:

Harry looked at me, I looked at my fingers. His green seemed to pierce into my skin, but I knew that when I'd look up I would see something I didn't want to see; grief. His tear-filled eyes would just make me want to spill my story even more. But I couldn't, I had to keep strong.

Not only was the memory of the pain and humiliation too much to bear, I just couldn't leave Harry with a poisonate image of his dying mate. I wasn't a bitch, even if I wanted to.

"Do I have to bring you anything from the cafetaria?", Harry asked me softly. His voice was trembling from all the different emotions.

I shook my head, for some reason Harry's company made me loose my words. My words, the only thing I could ever trust so many years ago, had now violently been ripped from my mouth because of the present of Harry's fear of death.

Without making a sound Harry stood up from the bed and walked out of the little yellow hospital room. I looked at Louis. His pale eyelids covered his usually so sparkly blue eyes, his mouth for once wasn't pulled up in a smirk. He looked dead, the only thing convincing me he was still alive was the continuous beeping of the heart-monitor.

For a flick second Louis' face changed into Dianne's. I could see her lying here. I had seen her lying here only difference was she didn't beep, her room was deathly silent. So different from the live she had lived.

Dianne was loud and outgoing, with a passion for music like me. Out passion went beyond the boarders of speech. We always had the same song stuck in our head even when we were miles apart. We'd become the famous twopiece called Dilexa and our fans would be called Dilexers, I know original right. We thought we had a pretty solid plan as soon as we would've turned 16 we would go to X-factor together and we would win the thing and everyone at school would worship us. It would've been amazing... but she gave up too quickly.

~flashback 6 years ago~

*ding dong*

"I'll get it!", I shouted to my mum, though I knew she wouldn't get it anyway.

I opened the door to see Dianne standing in front of it. Her beautiful brown curls were bouncing out of enthusiasm.

"Alexandra Elizabeth Moore, are you just gonna keep me standing here or are you gonna let me in?!", she yelled.

I laughed "Okaaaay then!", I yelled back. There was no reason for the yelling, but it was kind of our thing. After someone said we dressed like old ladies we just began acting like we couldn't hear each other and it kind of stuck.

I opened the door a bit further and let her into my very small excuse for a house. There were beer cans scattered all over the floor like usual. But Dianne learned to ignore the cans and just walk straight to my room, the only alcohol free room in the whole house.

After my dad left us my mum started drinking until she forgot her pain which explains the empty bottles and cans everywhere except in my room.

"Sugar, could you please hand me my guitar?", I asked Dianne while letting myself fall on my completely pink bed. The sheets were still from when I was 7 and my dad bought them for me. We were too poor to buy others now, but I didn't care about the sheets there were worse things.

"Sure darl, were you kind enough to write another song?", Dianne gave me the guitar, my guitar was probably the only thing I love more than the Notebook. I loved music, it felt like a piece of me fell into place whenever my fingers touched the strings of that guitar.

I nodded and pulled a few different strings, making the familiar melody of Release Will Come, the song I wrote yesterday.

"I let the music run through my veins

For a moment there I break from my chains

I am not the one that has to feel the pain

 

I am going to get where I want to be

Up in the sky

I'll find a way to shine

 

Don't even try to hold me down

There's no fucking way I'll ever bow

You'll be the one who has to crawl

 

There will be a day where I'll be the stronger one

The pain you have caused won't become numb

But the scars will fade and release will come

 

No matter how much I hate this every day core

I just won't touch the floor

I won't even show the pain

'cause if Karma is a bitch then you'll get your cost someday

 

Let someday be more near than far

'cause I don't think I'll be able to handle the strain for one more day

The irony of all of this will become clear no matter what you say

 

Don't go holding me down

Don't go making me bow

I know... I'm the stronger one

scars will fade release will come, release will come."

I ended the song with a low note on my guitar and looked up. Dianne smiled at me one of those proud smiles that could make your heart melt. I don't know if she knew I wrote the song about her, she probably does. Dianne is the smartest person I know nothing can go past her unnoticed. I don't know why she does this to herself, she's intelligent enough to realise the consequences, yet she can't stop.

There was going to be a day were she'd lose it and cut too deep, I knew that. No matter how many times I told her to bury the blade and be strong, she just couldn't. I knew that if we wouldn't get out of that school she wouldn't survive.

~end of flashback~

That day is probably the most vivid memory of Dianne I have. The song was useless though, her release didn't come. Oh how I was naive back then thinking a simple song could take away those feelings that were already engraved in her brain. She surrendered long before I even had a chance of fixing her.

A silent tear rolled over my cheek. That was the last song I ever wrote. After Dianne was gone everything changed. I still sung, but it was never with the same feelings. Every time I would see a sheet of music I would remember Dianne's proud smile at the end of my song and it would break me like it did 6 years ago. Probably one of the last happy moments I would ever have. Before the year that changed everything.

I looked down at the person that caused all of this, Louis. A small, weak ball of sorrow. I wondered what his motivation was, probably what I said to him in that movie theatre drove him down the line, but I knew out of experience that one thing can't break someone. There must've been something else too. From what I had heard he had just been through a messy break-up with a girl he thought he would be with forever, but even that. Maybe it was the fame, maybe it was a bit of all. I didn't know, I didn't care.

The only reason I was sitting by this bed now was because of Dianne. For what I had failed to do with, her save her. He needed to come back so I could know how it would've been if I had saved Dianne.

"Come back.", I whispered softly into his ear.

When I came back up I saw an unfamiliar girl looking at me from the doorway. Her eyes were red, her brown hair was a mess and her clothes were slightly ripped at some places. She looked like an emotional wreck who desperately needed a hug, but I wasn't the one who was going to give it to her. For all I knew she could've been a crazed fan.

"Hi?", I questioned unsure.

The girl came a bit closer to look at the boy lying next to me. Her eyes widened at the sight of Louis.

"Hi", she said silently, her voice seemed to struggle to say those 2 letters.

"Who are you?", I asked still too astonished by her overall presence to think.

The girl let out a sob. I could almost feel the hurt she felt, Louis must've meant a lot to her.

"Eleanor Calder..."

 

 

A/N~ I know I'm incredibly late but I am sick and I had tons of homework. So please don't hate me. Also I'm so sorry if this is short I really don't know and also sorry for my terrible cliffhanger :)

What did you think of my song? (it's mine)

And ugh Alexa is quite a bitch isn't she? Well after what Louis did I kinda understand and at least she doesn't want him dead.

Please comment, vote and spread the news if you think it's any good, if not why are you reading this :)

Bye!!!

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