Skater Girl

Dreaming. It's a beautiful thing. Seeing things that might happen in your future.
Waking up from dreams is when reality sets in. It sets in that, my boyfriend was abusive and is now stalking me, my best friend is away at college, and my brother is about to leave for a world tour. I'm alone, which is why waking up is always a distaste.
When my eyes slowly open and I look around, a note catches my eye.
"Come to the studio. I know how you don't like waking up so, I let you dream a little longer. Hopefully they were happy dreams. Hopefully they weren't a nightmare or memory. Just get ready. Gotta meet this band 5 Seconds of Summer. Hopefully their cool. If they are total assholes, I will text you. I promise."
I smiled at the fact that my brother cared enough. Mom must be home. The police know of my stalking problem and they said that they are trying to get evidence to arrest him, but in the meantime to stay with someone who can protect me at all times.
I got up and went to the bathroom, looking at my sleep shirt, my bright blue and white hair, and acne filled skin.
My body wasn't perfect. My hair wasn't just the right amount of thickness and my head wasn't just the right size.
I had no butt, my boobs made my back hurt, and I had acne all over my face, back, and chest.
I shook the insecurities away that he filled my brain with.
I was confident before him, but being told you're hideous and are nothing special to the world by the person who you think loves you does a take on a person.
The hot shower water felt good, until the memories flooded back. The burns. The scars.
I quickly finished my shower, knowing if I didn't then my mind would be flooded with memories that I can't handle to come back.
I dried off quickly, wrapping my hair in a towel, and then slipping my clothes on.
I looked at myself and smiled. This is me. This is Jack Barakat of All Time Low little sister that always goes on tour with them.
I put on foundation and concealer, hiding all acne. I put on nude eyeshadow, a thick wing of eyeliner, and mascara.
I dried my hair and then straightened it. I stuck a beanie on my head, slipped Vans on my feet with no-show socks, and then skipped to the kitchen to see my mother cooking.
"Morning, Mummy."
I ate a banana and then went back to the bathroom that Mom and I shared and brushed my teeth.
"Morning, dear. Where are you off to?" she asked, only taking a second to notice my apparel.
"Jack needs help in the studio. Gotta go. Love you."
I kissed her cheek quickly then rushed out the door. Graduation was yesterday. This was my first day of freedom. No, I wasn't going to college. No, I wasn't going to become famous. I was going to continue what I'm doing now.
Writing songs and singing back-up while working at a small diner.
I arrived at the studio feeling nervous. What if they think I'm a freak? That's a possibility. I mean, after all, they are just some boyband.
I texted my brother, asking where he was as I stepped onto the elevator, pressing the usual button.
Conference Room. They aren't bad guys. I would've texted you. Number 1 priority, remember?
I rolled my eyes and replied quickly.
Yeah. Whatever. I'm here. I'll see you in about two minutes.
I sighed and entered the huge building with many floors, soon entering the room they all were in.
"Hello!"
Glares. All I was getting.
Not from the strangers, but from the two who were very familiar.
"Really, Ana?" Alex questioned.
"You really need to stop doubting yourself." Jack started.
"Don't even start with me. Both of you."
They rolled their eyes, knowing this wasn't the time nor place.
I met everyone. There were four. Luke, Ashton, Michael, and Calum.
They all ended up being pretty cool, except Michael. He stared too much.
We started writing and the words just flew out of me.
Asking them to sing it for me was wild. They had great voices.
Something was missing, though.
"Hey, Ashton. Let me see your drumsticks."
He looked wary, but handed them over.
I went over to the drum set and made myself comfortable.
We had Ashton doing eighth notes on the bass drum originally.
I automatically knew I hated the fact there was no instrumental part. I immediately started writing it and had them sing it over, this time with the instrumental part in there.
"That made it perfect, guys!"
I was ecstatic.
I then looked at Jack and walked to my backpack, pulling one of my best works out.
"So, I originally wrote this for ATL, but it didn't fit their sound. I've been looking for a band to give it to. Why don't you guys take a look at it and tell me what you think? If you would possibly want to record it."
Ashton and Luke grabbed it, immediately looking at it.
Michael narrowed his eyes.
"Sing it for us. Show us how you want it to be performed."
I sighed, walking over to the nearest guitar.
Picking it up, I started strumming.
I drove by all the places we used to hang out getting wasted
I thought about our last kiss, how it felt the way you tasted
And even though your friends tell me you're doing fine
Are you somewhere feeling lonely even though she's right beside you?
When she says those words that hurt you, do you read the ones I wrote you?
Sometimes I start to wonder, was it just a lie?
If what we had was real, how could you be fine?
'Cause I'm not fine at all
I remember the day you told me you were leaving
I remember the make-up running down my face
And the dreams you left behind you didn't need them
Like every single wish we ever made
I wish that I could wake up with amnesia
And forget about the stupid little things
Like the way it felt to fall asleep next to you
And the memories I never can escape
'Cause I'm not fine at all
The pictures that you sent me they're still living in my phone
I'll admit I like to see them, I'll admit I feel alone
And all my friends keep asking why your not around
It hurts to know you're happy, yeah, it hurts that you've moved on
It's hard to hear your name when I haven't seen you in so long
It's like we never happened, was it just a lie?
If what we had was real, how could you be fine?
'Cause I'm not fine at all
I remember the day you told me you were leaving
I remember the make-up running down my face
And the dreams you left behind you didn't need them
Like every single wish we ever made
I wish that I could wake up with amnesia
And forget about the stupid little things
Like the way it felt to fall asleep next to you
And the memories I never can escape
If today I woke up with you right beside me
Like all of this was just some twisted dream
I'd hold you closer than I ever did before
And you'd never slip away
And you'd never hear me say
I remember the day you told me you were leaving
I remember the make-up running down my face
And the dreams you left behind you didn't need them
Like every single wish we ever made
I wish that I could wake up with amnesia
And forget about the stupid little things
Like the way it felt to fall asleep next to you
And the memories I never can escape
'Cause I'm not fine at all
No, I'm really not fine at all
Tell me this is just a dream
'Cause I'm really not fine at all
When the song ended, I put the guitar down and ran out. Bolting for the door, all I saw were the good memories. I didn't see him beating me. I didn't see him leaving and not coming back. I didn't see him... leaving.
I felt arms wrap around me, making me freeze.
"Relax, it's just me," Alex whispered.
"What am I going to do, Alex?"
"Get over him and prepare."
"Easier said than done."
"Oceana, you have 8 months to prepare for this. Now, are you going to drop around for that amount of time and not tell them or are you gonna man up and tell them that you are having this bastard's baby?"
That hit me... Hard.
What am I doing? Why am I hiding this from my family?
The only reason Alex knew is because I had to take the tests somewhere.
I guess it's time to man up and tell my brother.
He's gonna be so pissed.
I turned around, wiped my tears, and walked to the studio.
"Jack!" I yelled, storming into the conference room.
He looked up at me with fright and shock.
"We need to talk. Now."
"What is it?" he asked, pulling me outside for privacy.
"I'm pregnant and it's his."
Jack went from shock to pure fury.
I was scared for both of my lives when I saw him stand up and storm out of the room.

Notes

Making sure everyone knows that I know 5 Seconds of Summer is not a boyband, so don't give me hate for it. It was just necessary for this chapter.
Alright, well, thank you and let me know what you think. :)