So it would be easier to write about…its gonna be set on long island. And the main character is gonna work at a club—that I like. Hope you enjoy my second fic! I’m re-using the names Maddie and Amber because I didn’t get to use them in the last fic that much. They’re my friends.

 

 

 

Chapter 1 – Slashed

 

 

           

I woke up in the middle of the night. Sweat dripped down my face and my heart pounded as I gasped for air. I looked over at my alarm clock; it was only 2:16 am. I couldn’t remember what I had dreamt about; but I know it couldn’t have been good.

            I walked over to my bathroom, so I could wash my face, when my puppy started to bark.

            “Hammer!! Be quiet!” I scolded. After a few minutes, he shut up and I continued my way to the bathroom.

            “Are you ok?” Evan said while still half asleep.

            “Yeah I’m fine. I just…never mind.”

            Evan mumbled something, rolled over and fell back asleep. We had been together for two years now, and most of those nights I woke up in a cold sweat from a nightmare…no different than tonight. He was pretty much used to this routine by now. I leaned over and gave him a kiss on the check and fell asleep again.

           

“This morning, when I was making breakfast, Evan kissed me goodbye on my forehead—like he always does—but this morning I felt a little different, you know?”

“What happened?” Patty lived in North Carolina, and although we haven’t talked much since she moved, we were still amazingly close friends.

“I don’t know…it was different. Like, when he was walking out of the door he stopped and looked at me for a few seconds. I looked over at him and smiled, he smiled back, and then closed the door. It was just…different.”

“He’s never done that? Ever?”

“Nope.”

“When did you realize that he was finally gone?”

I asked her to hold on while I blew my nose and wiped away my tears, “When?…When I came home from work around 4. He—he…he left a note on my pillow! And his shit was gone!” I started crying hysterically.

“That bastard!” Patty screamed, “Oh man Fi…I wish I was there to help you! You shouldn’t be alone now. Call someone up and go hang out.”

I sniffled, “Maddie’s coming over in a little bit.”

“Maddie!?! I haven’t talked to her in ages! Tell her I said hey!”

Right as Patty said that there was a knock on the door, which made Hammer started to bark.

“Hammer! Shut up!!” I sighed, “I gotta go, Maddie is here.”

“Ok…feel better!!”

“I will. Bye!”

Click.

 

I walked over to my door picking up Hammer on the way. I looked into the peephole, letting out a sigh of relief that it was Maddie. Maddie and I have been friends for 12 years now. Our parents met in grade school here on Long Island and when we were 10, Maddie moved away to Chicago. We stayed in touch, and growing up we remained best friends. Around the same time that Patty left for North Carolina, Maddie came back to Long Island wither her friend Rosie. Since then, the three of us have been inseparable.

“Hey!!” Maddie exclaimed.

I dropped Hammer so I could blow my nose as Maddie shut the door.

“Hey…”

“Aw…Fi you look like shit.” Maddie chuckled.

“Thanks…” I half-smiled.

“So what happened?” We both took a seat on the couch.

“He left this on my pillow.” I handed her the sealed envelope.

“How come you haven’t read it?”

“I don’t know. I keep thinking that maybe he’ll come back.”

“Do you want me to read it?”

“Please?”

Maddie began to open the letter.

 

“Dear Fiona,

            Words could never express how sorry I am that things had to end like this. I felt like I was losing myself in our relationship and I had to break free. I will love you forever, I don’t care how old and cliché that sounds. You will always remain in my heart and mind. If you ever need me, you know my number. Don’t be afraid to call—I know you wont, but I hope one day when we see each other in the street we can talk past a casual nod or a nonchalant hello. I’m sorry. I love you.

Love,

Evan”

 

 

            I started crying uncontrollably and Maddie comforted me. “Shhh…it’s going to be ok. Time will pass and you’ll meet someone new.”

            “I know…I just…it just…it hurts now.” I said in between sobs.

            “You’ll be ok.” Maddie tightened her grip on me.

            I looked up and saw a painting Evan got me for my birthday last year. I stood up, walked to the kitchen and grabbed a knife.

            “Fi? Fi? What are you doing?”

            “Nothing.” I answered coldly, my eyes fixated on the painting.

            “Fiona!” Maddie yelled.

            I took the knife and punctured the painting; dragging the knife diagonally down and then I made little slashes in the rest. “There. That’s better.”

            Maddie chuckled as she took the knife out of my hand. “No more of that for you!” she said sarcastically. We spent the rest of the night watching movies, bashing men and listening to Good Charlotte.

 

            I woke up the next morning alone, wishing Evan was still here next to me. It hadn’t hit me that he was gone and not coming back until now. The room danced with my memories when I thought back to the first night that we spent in this apartment. And now, everything was gone. Everything was cold. I forced myself to get up this morning; I was going to be late for work if I didn’t. I had the best job in the world; The Vanderbilt. I got to see concerts for free and hang out with the bands. The downside was being there so early to help set up. Well—it wasn’t really early; just too early for me.

            The alarm went off on my clock signaling it was 12 o’clock. The last thing I wanted to do was go to work after everything that happened. But a plus is that I’ll be able to enjoy the Muffins Hurt ((that’s the name of the band—hahaha Amber)) concert with Maddie, Rosie and Amber. I met Amber in high school and we’ve been joined at the hip since. We even went to college at SUNY Buffalo together ((State University of New York—for those of you who are not New Yorkers lol)). And now we even work at the same place (who would have thought?).

 

            After my shower I put on my wonderful black Vanderbilt Staff shirt (that I cut into a somewhat odd looking shirt) along with a pair of black UFO’s. I petted Hammer goodbye, picked up my keys and headed off to go pick up Amber.

 

 

 

Hahaha. Fun times. I think I forgot to mention it in this chapter, but Fiona lives in Long Beach, New York. ((L-L-O-N-G-L-O-N-G-B-E-A-C-H-))…I’m such a dork…reciting Model Congress cheers that aren’t even mine. It’s official…I’m obsessed with congress. That’s me and Amber’s favoritist cheer.