Forever Yours, Never Mine (Kellin Quinn Fan Fiction)

Chapter 25: Yesterday Is Gone

 

Flashback

Juliet's POV

 

*January 12, 2006*

 I slid off my jacket and stared at the 8 parallel lines cut into my wrist and carved onto my arm. The razor I pulled out of my pocket was cold against my skin and for the 9th time this past week, I let my demons take control. The pain stung but I slid the razor deeper and deeper. My heart ached and my tears mixed with the blood. The razor fell to the ground and my eyesight faded to black.

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  When I woke up again I was laying on a hospital bed. My arm was bandaged from the elbow down. My parents were on vacation in Massachusetts visiting my grandmother’s family. 

  "I can't go back! How do you expect me to pretend to love her again after what she did with that guy?!" I heard a voice yell outside the door. Kellin and Joey stood outside, arguing.

  "She loves you, if you'll just let her explain-"

  "No! I already drove all the way over here to make sure she was okay but I'm done. I'm not coming back to the heartbreak she's cost me. I’m not believing anymore lies she tries to feed me," Kellin interrupted Joey. He looked back at the room once than walked away.

  Joey rubbed his temples, like he always did when he was nervous, and took a deep breath before stepping into the room. " Feeling better?" He asked sitting down my bed.

  "He's not coming back is he?" I asked staring down at my arm.

  "He loves you."

  But that was yesterday and yesterday’s gone.

* May 26, 2006 *

* 9:17 AM *

  I stood up in my bed, my usual empty bed. I cradled my bloated stomach. "I love you," I whispered into the morning. Kellin hadn't apologized. He hadn't come back. I hated living alone. Most people thought we had just split up, unconscious of my growing stomach. I spent so little time out of bed, that it wasn’t noticeable.

  I had quit my job at the coffee house where we met; it was just a terrible reminder. Instead I got a job at a record store downtown, working part time and using the rest of my day writing. My parents had convinced me to go back to college, which I stubbornly ignored. Instead I was just taking a college writing course.

  I pulled off my Star Wars blanket and got up. It was snowing this morning, not even a foot yet but it was enough for me to call my manager Brandon, and cancel work. I had woken up at the crack of dawn, drowning of nausea. The idea of staying at home and enjoying a movie marathon was tempting. But I ignored it; I wanted to visit my parents. 

  I slipped on my leggings, a black and white oversized striped sweater, and my floral Dr. Martins.

 When I stepped out, the morning air hit me like a jolt. I hugged my military green jacket closer and continued onto my car, turning on the heat on high.

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  The radio, still intact, plays in the background. My father’s favorite station.