Pieces // Robin Stjernberg Fanfiction *On Hold*

Every night Emely Grey sneaks out of her room and climbs through her window, running towards the park with her precious razor safe in her pocket. She'll look at the stars and think about her past. She sees the stars as angels who have their light to shine down at the earth. A fallen angel is what she is called. Her light faded a long time ago.
Her best friend Robin left her a year ago, moving from Växjö to Stockholm. To follow his dream of becoming a singer.

''I'm a wounded soldier without shame. But I know my target, I know my aim.''
- Robin Stjernberg // One Down Two To Go


1. Prologue: Scars

I looked up, looking at the stars. There were millions up there, looking down on me. They all had their own light. Like angels. That's why they call me a fallen angel, I lost my light a long time ago.

I put my razor back in my pocket and rolled down my sleeves, hiding the deep cuts. I raised up my legs and wrapped my arms around my knees.

It's nice to be in the park. Even though I'll have to do that alone. Well, at least his dream came true. He achieved what he wanted to achieve. And I won't stop him. He's living his dream. And he has forgotten about me. I'll never see my best friend again.

My phone buzzed, it was a message from my mum saying:

"Where the hell are you?! It's 3 in the fucking morning and you just disappeared from your bed again! Come back you piece of shit!"

I ignored it, and decided to walk a little. As I moved further and further from that place called home, it got darker and darker. And when the stars faded behind grey clouds, it started to rain. I didn't care, and kept walking.

I heard a sound, somewhere next to me. I looked around, and saw a figure under a tree not so far away. The figure was playing the guitar and singing. I slowly moved closer, making sure I wouldn't disturb him. I noticed he looked up and stopped playing.

"Sorry.. I'll go.." I said, turning around. I heard leaves move behind me and felt a hand grabbing my arm. "No, it's fine." I heard and angelic boy voice say. He turned me around and led me to the tree, he sat down and I sat down next to him. I was shivering. Even though it was mid-October, I only had a hoody and skinny's on, so I was freezing. He appeared to notice and put his coat over me. "Here, this should keep you warmer." The boy said, again with his angelic voice. Which sounded oddly familiar.

I couldn't make out who he was, since it was pitch black, and I couldn't see his face. All I knew was that he was taller than me and had an voice that sounded like someone I knew. I just couldn't put my finger on it.

"So, are you going to tell me?" The boy asked. As I heard him grabbing stuff and putting it in his guitar case. "Tell you what?" I asked, softly and a  little confused. "Your name." He said. His hand touched my arm and I flinched. "What's wrong?" He asked. And I just felt that he was inching closer. "Nothing.. I'm fine." I told him, trying to sound believable, but I failed. "Can I look at your arm..?" He asked with his soft voice. I nodded, and he softly grabbed my arm. As I flinched again he slowly and sofly rolled up my sleeve, his hand touched my fresh wounds, it burned and I nearly screamed. He quickly let go of my arm. "Did you do that..?" He asked, while grabbing my hand and turning my head, forcing me to look at him. "Yes." I said and turned away. "Why..?" He asked and he sounded hurt. "I'm punishing myself." I said, while tears softly rolled down my cheeks. "For what..?" He asked and squeezed my hand a little. "For never being good enough." I said and pulled my hand out of his grip. I stood up and stood still with my back to him. "But why would you care." I said. And started to walk away. I heard him standing up and then fast footsteps behind me. I felt a hand on my shoulder and I stopped. "I do care." He said. "And you are good enough, good enough for me." I turned around, the tears were still streaming down my face. Then all of a sudden, he hugged me tight. His arms around me made me feel safe, like nothing in the world could hurt me. And for the first time in months, I smiled. "Promise me to stop." He whispered.

"I promise.."

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