I didn't really know where I was going. My sense of direction was awful, and I was in the middle of nowhere. I came out the woods onto a nearby pavement.
I saw a hotel across the room and I booked in. I went straight to the bathroom and ran some hot water. As I washed the blonde dye out my hair I thought about they day it had been put in. I'd changed my appearance for him, why had I done that? I thought about they news report about me he'd turned off moments after so he could tell me he'd always had a thing for blondes, how he'd left to get food. How when he'd came back, I'd faked my sleep. He'd came onto the bed, and held me, and I'd realized I loved him. That day my hair wasn't the only thing that turned blonde.
I went over to the mini fridge and got out a coke. I remembered the coke I'd drank at the Sour Apple. How I'd remembered the coke and Jade incident. How he'd flirted with me, how I'd let him. With that memory came the memory of Simon. The man who gave Daz a black eye, but had apparently received worse from Daz. Which wasn't hard to believe, considering what happened to Greg. Oh Greg. The man who'd stood up to Daz, who'd tried to warn me not to do the same. My heart and his corpse were in the same state now. If only I'd listened to him.
I lay down on the bed, and turned on my side. I remembered the first morning I'd woken up with Daz. He'd been on my bed, I'd nuzzled his shirt. He'd been cheeky, and I'd liked his childlike actions. I reminisced about me trying to give him a nickname, and him telling me straight on 'no'. The text I'd sent my aunt, confessing my emotions, when I hadn't even confessed them to myself yet.
As I turned over I thought of the night we'd shared in the double bed. How he'd held me, how he'd wanted me. How I'd wanted him. And how I ruined it my chickening out. How he'd called me his kitten, his promise to grow my claws... Well now my claws were out, and they were aimed at him.
Even the memory of the rainy day surfaced. A day with such an amazing, perfect morning, and such a tormenting, tragic afternoon. We'd played cards, he'd cheated at cheat, we'd build a tower with the cards, we'd played truth or dare. He'd chosen dare, because he always dares, except when it's to corrupt me. Well too bad Daz, I was already corrupted. I thought about the fight Daz had with Greg, how he'd just left him there, in the rain, to die. How he had died, because I'd left him too. The rain that day could have been acid rain, it certainly burned away at my conscience.
Hotel rooms were like our song. They reminded me off how much I loved him, and how much he hurt me. And the more I tried to ignore the song, the more it screamed the truth,
It's over, he's gone, and this song will haunt you forever.
A/N: Just wanted to say that I'm do not believe or agree with the blonde stereotype. Though used in this chapter, it is only used for dramatic effect. I, myself, am blonde, so sorry if I offended anyone! Anyway, thanks for reading and I hope your okay with all these plot changes...