Rainbow: Ending it all (part 2)

Since my ending for it didn't seem to please people, i made a second part. Hope that people enjoy this!!! I'm making a third part too... Deal with it. ;)

When I woke up the next morning, my head ached and my body was soar. The sunlight coming from the window made me squint, as I tried to raise my hand to my face. I felt someone on the bed shift and move, letting out a low sigh.

I froze.

Okay, what the f**k? I thought, too afraid to look anywhere but up at the plaster pink ceiling, the floral arrangement feeling more like a funeral home than an actual home. I knew where I was, but not how I ended up lying in bed with someone. I tried to think back, my head slowly thumping along with the rhythm of my heartbeat the harder I tried. I finally decided that my brain was of no use. As I lay, wondering what new twist would enter my life, I heard him cough.

"Rain?"

 

 

The school year went by quickly; Mike quickly learned to stay out of both David's and my way. Since the incident at Mona's, me and David were almost inseparable. We both quit going to math class all together, and instead went to Mona's to "escape reality."

Since this new group entered my life, I wondered how I ever lived before them. How did I ever love before David? I was such a loser before them, even though I was the popular chick, the stuck up one. I envied the individual's since day one.

"What'cha thinking about?" David asked, snapping me out of my thought coma.

I laughed, smiling as we walked bravely through the hallways, his arm thrown in a careless manor over my shoulders.

"I'm just thinking about the past few months." I said, looking into his baby blue eyes. How I never noticed them from the start, I'll never know. I figured I was a shallow girl; looking for a guy with looks and a crappy personallity. With Mike, I knew I was correct, but David was the change in me.

"Ah, like the first weekend at Mona's or the bus stop adventure?" He asked, trying to with hold his excitement. I knew how much he loved the little parties at Mona's, and I would be talking to her about another one.

"Hey, maybe we should do something this weekend. My parent's are out of the house, and we could talk Mona into giving us some of the cloud." Cloud was the nickname for the heroin that this group was so avid about.

He looked at me, his beautiful smile spread wide across his face, and his eyes glowing deeply into mine.

"Babe, you are the best!" He said, leaning over and planting a quick kiss on my cheek. I knew how much he loved it, hell I even loved it.

I knew this was bad.

 

 

The weekend was amazing. David came over Friday night, and was introduced to my parents. This time, he dressed casually. He wore black skinny jeans that could have passed for dress pants from afar, with a white dress shirt, navy blue tie and black blazer. He even cut his hair, which had grown quite signifigantly since I had my first encounter with him. He still had it spicked with a slight blue tint from the gel he used. Other than that, he was a normal seventeen year old.

When he came to the door, he greeted my father with a stern handshake and a "good evening sir," with his signature smile to acompany it. It all must have worked, because my father smiled along, and never once that night treated him like a ex con. My mother too was impressed by his good behaviour; when I first told my mother of David, she expected a rebel kind of kid, with a criminal record, always in and out of prison.

He wasn't like that at all.

All night was pleasent and even when David left, he whispered that he would be back later in the night; my parents were leaving that same evening.

After he left, both my parents gushed about how they loved him.

"But whatever happened to you and Mike? You two looked so in love..." My mother trailed off, her eyes glazing over, as she mentally transported herself back in time. I sighed, not really wanting to talk about my ex when my boyfriend had just left.

"Another night, dear mother. Now, shouldn't you two get going?" I asked, pretending to glance over at the clock. If they left now, they would be early, but I was counting on them to not notice.

"I suppose we should. Now remember Violet, no parties whatsoever." My father said, slowly moving towards the front door.

"Never."

 

 

David was over in mere minutes once I sent the "all clear" text. David, in an attempt to be romantic, tried to climb through the window in my bedroom. Not to say that he was a failure, but this I would fail him on this. I laughed as he tried to haul himself up and into my second floor window, breathing heavily as he went.

"You do know the front door is in perfect working condition?" I asked, being as sarcastic as nature would let me. I herd him begin to laugh, as he finally gave up his attempts at breaking in, and slid slowly off the side of the house.

"Well, if you say its so hard, then maybe I will quit." He said, quickly jogging over to me, wrapping his arms around my waist.

"Damnit David Wellings," I said, as he lowered his face down to my level.

"What?" He asked, sounding as sweet as he possibly could. When David did his sweet voice, even diamonds would melt. It wasn't even something it sounded like he tried to do; it sounded like the spur of the moment, by accident.

"Why must you be so amazing?" I gently whispered to him, our noses almost touching. He began to smile, as I felt his hands make their way up my back.

"Because that's who I am." He said in his honey sweet voice.

I didn't know if it was me, him, or the fact that we were outside in February, but everything felt perfect.

 

 

Sunday morning, my parents arrived home. I greeted them with bacon and eggs for breakfast, which both David and myself made. To add to my list of fears, I was afraid of bacon cooking. The grease that splattered out of the pan when you cooked it burned like a b*****d, and I hated it. This fear I knew came from a bad past experience as a child.

"Hey, welcome home!" I said as my father entered the kitchen, his nose held high in the air with his eyes closed, inhaling deep gulps of the delicious scent. When he stopped at looked over at us, he froze at the sight of David. I watched his facial expression turn from happy to slightly upset.

"Oh, David wanted to know if I needed any help cooking. Y'know, my fear of buring to death by bacon grease..." I said, trying to make a joke. I saw the corner of my dad's lips perk up for a second, which was then replaced with the frown.

"You been here all weekend?" He asked David, trying to sound tough. David turned around to face my father full on.

"No sir, she just asked me this morning to come over and help with a little surprise breakfast for your great return home." He said politely, then waiting for my father's responce.

My father began to smile, believing David's words, and nodding. David smiled his award winning smile, and turned back to the cooking. if my parents ever knew what we did in this house, they probably would have killed both me and David.

Another secret kept within the small confindes of my brain.

 

 

Days were begining to blur. Going from my place, to school, then home or the parlor. Repeated over and over again until I felt like I was going to puke.

It had been three days since me and David really hung out together; he got the stomach flu from some crappy fast food he ate after another trip at Mona's.

Mona... I hadn't seen her for at least a month. Last time we talked, she gave me and David the stuff for the weekend at my place. As I began to think more and more about it, I hadn't really seen any of the gang around. I knew Liam and Yasmine had left town, in an attempt to rebel further against their parents.

Damon was in jail;he got busted for possession.

But Mona, Eric, Jamie, and Marilyn were complete mysteries to me. I decided that if Mona wasn't at school by Friday, I would go to her house, maybe see if she's sick too.

I knew I had to find someone to give me a trip before I clawed my own eyes out. It was seriouisly getting close to me shooting myself in the face. I knew that heroin was going to be addicting. I was starting to wonder why I even wanted to do it.

 

 

Mona died of a drug overdose. About two days after me and David got some, she died. It had been too ironic that happened. That's why Damon got busted for possession, rape, and almost murder. He was found passed out beside her. Their was physical proof that she was beaten and raped, and given a high dose of heroin.

Once my parents herd about Mona, they tried to give me the old drug talk.

Drugs are bad. Doing drugs can kill. This is proof.

They were still blind to the fact that their "little girl" was now legally an adult, and a drug addict.

I still had trouble coping with the fact that I was named under that category.

Drug addict.

It was a name that would stick with you for your entier life, and never leave. Just like this addiction. I knew I couldn't beat it by myself, and with David still a heavy user, I knew he couldn't help. If I ever told my parents, they would probably kick me out, or worse and rat me and David out. I had to confront him about this.

"Let's quit together," I said randomly as we walked down the halls, our final exams for high school behind us. We were walking like we noramlly did with his arm around my shoulders, gently stroking my neck.

"What?" He ased, looking over at me, his eyebrows furrowed deeply in his forehead.

"It killed Mona, what if it kills us?" I said quietly, hoping that he wouldn't be in anyway upset. "I know its going to be hard but..." I sighed, "it'll be worth it."

I felt David stop walking, as his arm dragged off my shoulders.

"We have conrtol Violet, we always have. You just have to believe." He said, smiling again, holding my hand gently against his chest.

"Can you not feel my heat beating? I'm alive. You're standing here talking to me now, aren't you?"

"That's not the point David," I said, feeling myself getting worked up.

Stay calm, stay calm.

"I want us to live. I don't want to die." I said, keeping my voice calm and collected. Just the way Mona described me.

I can now see why she said that; she was right.

"Fine, this weekend we'll have a goodbye party. We'll celebrate the beginning of our freedom."

"Sounds good to me," I said, shaking his hand. "It's a deal."

 

Author's Note

yes i know, bad grammer and I am horrible with spelling...
Now working on the third part!! I'll put it in read requests!!

Reviews

[Zeitgeist Manifesto]

You filled this story with details at every turn.
You have talent. It is hard to stay focused when writing
a story with so much going on, but you wrote it
smooth and made it easy to read.

[onceafaerietale]

I am glad that you are continuing the story. You might want to read it over once more, as you mentioned there are a few spelling mistakes