Swimming In Chocolate Waters

There was a knock on my door which I ignored hoping that whoever it was would just leave.

"Skylar!" Vic said while raping on my door again. I still sat quiet "Skylar I know you're up. I can her You Only Live Once blasting through your beats headphones."

I sighed "Come in Vic."

Vic walked into my room. He stopped in front of my bed and stared at me. "What!" I spat slighly irritated "Why are you looking at me like that?"

"Sky you can't mope around up here all day." Vic stated sternly

I raised an eyebrow at him "And why is that?" I pulled the cover over my head "I ain't got shit else to do."

"Live your life!" Vic says as he yanks the cover off of my head "Get up and live life."

I shot up out of bed and glared at him "Easy for you to say." i scoffed "You're a fucking rockstar with millions of fans drooling over you!" I shook my head "Well unlike you Victor I don't have a life."

"Yes you do Skylar." Vic replies as he sits down on the edge of my bed

"Well I don't fucking enjoy living this life." I say putting quotation with my fingers over life "So why should I live my life." I lay back down on the bed and roll onto my side away from Vic "I'm tired of living anyway."

"Don't think like that." Vic says sternly "Would Mitch want you thinking like that?" He asked me

I sighed knowing he wouldn't. Mitch is my on of my favorite vocalist after Oliver Sykes of course. And I know Mitch wouldn't want me talking like this, he would want me to do the complete opposit.

I shook my head "No, he wouldn't."

"That's what I thought." Vic says throwing me a smile "Now get up, shower, get dressed and come down stairs." He places his hand on mine and gives it a assuring squeeze "It get's better. So much better."

He get's up and starts walking towards the door "Sky!"

"Yes Vic!"

"You have to want things to get better in order for it to get better." Vic says as he closes the door "See ya in thirty!" he yells from the other side.

I get out of bed and dragged myself to the bathroom. I peeled my clothed of my body making sure not to look into the mirror. I refuse to see how ugly i look.

I stepped into the shower and let the warm water hit my soft dark skin. I lathered up and cleaned my body of all the filth.

If only you could clean yourself of uglyness. If only you could wipe it all away and become pretty. If only I could wipe away my dark skin, lighten it just a little.

If only I could, but sadly i can't. It's so disireable, yet impossible because God drew me up this way. He created me this way. He blessed me this way.

I'm blessed with a curse. Cursed with ugliness. Cursed with horrible, dark skin. Blessed with a curse by God. I actually hate him for even creating me in th first place.

That's all I longed for........to be pretty. I longed for a boy to come up to me and tell me how gorgeous I was. To ask me out. I'm seventeen years old and have never had a boyfriend. If that's not a shame then I don't know what is.

I was snapped out of my thoughts by a sudden change in water temperature. "Shit!" I cursed as the cold water splattered onto my skin.

I turned the water off and stepped out the shower. I dried my body off and left my hair to air dry. It would deffinately be frizzy today but I don't care. I have no reason to care anymore.

I slide on my bra and underwear before heading to my closet. I grab a random pair of skinny jeans and a Suicide Silence shirt. I throw my hair into a bun and slipped on a pair of black and red Jordans.

I start to walk out my room but I take a quick glance at my arms. "Hell no!" I say outloud "I got to cover the scars. I'm ugly enough as it is."

I reach into my closet and grab my new Of Mice & Men crewneck. After slipping it on i head downstairs. I walk quietly down the stairs.

"Matt got drunk of his bonkers last night." a thick british accent laughs

I look up and I thought my heart was about to explode. I have to be dreaming. I look over at Vic and see him with a smile on his fave.

"Skylar!" He smiled at me "Meet Oliver!"

"Hello love!" Oliver's perfect accent called out to me as his beautifully tattoed hand reached out for a shake

I shook his hand "It's.........it's......Oliver Sykes" I gasped realizing I was holding my breath "It's not you......It can't be."

"I'm pretty sure it'm me love." he laughs

I wanted to hug him. I wanted to tell him that there music saved my life. I wanted to laugh with him. But I didn't. I did none of that.

"Oliver Sykes!" I gasped again. Suddenly I started to feel a little dizzy.

"Are you alright sweetheart?" Oliver asked


I never got a chance to answer him



Because everything went black......

Notes

Welps I haven't updated this story in a while. But i hope this chapter was good.

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P.S.: I'm so excited for Suicide Silence album with Eddy Hermida. I heard his version of You Only Live Once. It was awsome. It wasn't the same as Mitch's but it was equally good in it's on way.


P.S.S.: Rest In Paradise Mitch. You are gone but never forgotten. Your legacy will live on in our hearts forever.