Somewhere in Neverland | All Time Low *Completed*

16 year old Wendy Price isn't the prettiest or most popular girl in school. After being dragged to an All Time Low concert by her emo best friend Gemma, Wendy finds herself stuck in numerous unlikely situations with lead singer, Alex Gaskarth. But maybe Alex turned up for a reason? Maybe Alex can take Wendy to a place where anything is possible? Maybe he can take her to Neverland? Based on the All time Low song 'Somewhere in Neverland'. Contains slight mature content

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34. World of Death and Destruction

I woke up sluggishly, smiling a little. Then I remembered, and had to hold back tears. I looked down at my arms, which  were strewn with white scars, but that could easily be covered with a long-sleeved t-shirt. School was going to be horrible today... I could bet that everyone would've heard about the incident at Alex's funeral. I pulled myself out of bed, dragging myself over to my wardrobe.Opening it, I had to suppress a cry - one of Alex's hoodies was still there, hanging, that I'd never managed to return to him.

 

I bit my lip hard, reaching for a white long sleeved shirt and some ripped blue jeans. I grabbed Alex's hoodie too... it still smelt of him, and I inhaled his manly scent deeply, as tears caressed my cheeks. What was the point in life, if I couldn't share it with Alex? What did I have to live for anymore? Nothing. I had nothing to live for.

 

I pulled my hair back into a sloppy ponytail, and ran downstairs into the kitchen. Mom was in there, on the phone, whispering furiously. I backed out of the kitchen and pressed my ear against the door.

 

"We don't need this right now!" she hissed. "Can't he just spend a few more years in jail? No. I can assure you he hasn't changed. I don't want to hear what he has to say. This will traumatise the children.  Think of the children!"

 

I felt sick to my stomach... they were obviously talking about Dad. No. My life seemed to be becoming worse and worse, but Dad coming back... it would just tip me over the edge. It couldn't be. No.

 

"I'm going to school!" I yelled, my voice cracking slightly.

"Oh - okay baby!" Mom replied.

 

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Have you ever experienced the feeling when you walk into a room and realise everyone has been talking about you? I have. As I walked into the corridor at lunch to get to my locker, everyone fell silent, and I had to fight back tears as I punched in my combination. I put the hood of Alex's hoodie up, pulled it tight, so tight it became hard to breathe, but I didn't care. Being closer to death was being closer to Alex.

 

I grabbed my books, slammed my locker door shut, and practically ran out of the corridor.

 

"Hey! Wait up!"  I heard a voice  yell, as I ran over to me and Alex's spot and collapsed on the ground. "Wendy!"

 

I turned;for a split second,  the voice sounded like Alex... but when I looked, it was just Alex's friend, Jack. He sat down next to me.

 

"Look, you don't have to talk to me." I snapped. "Just leave me alone..."

"No, its obvious that you need a friend right now." he said firmly.

"You wouldn't understand."

"You think I'm not hurting too? You think my best friend dying hasn't affected me at all? You're wrong, Wendy! I understand pretty damn well! He was like my brother..."

 

Without knowing what I was doing, I grabbed Jack, pulling him into a hug as he cried into my shoulder. The sleeves of the oversized hoodie bunched up, and as Jack pulled away, he saw. He saw all my scars. He looked at me,  a look of shock on his face.

 

"Its not worth it, Wendy." he said calmly, "You don't need to do this to yourself."

 

I looked down at the grass, plucking strands up individually as I became lost in a world of death and destruction.

 

"That's the thing, Jack," I whispered, more to myself than him. "I do need to do this to myself."

 

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