Hi guys! Any of you fans of Emblem3? They were on X Factor USA last season. I saw them today in Houston. Just. . . Just listen to what happened. I won VIP passes and got to take a picture with the guys from the band before the show. I had written a letter to Wesley, a member of the band, telling him how a couple of weeks ago I was going to kill myself and he inspired me not to. He also inspired me to stop cutting. I told him, in the letter, about my eating disorder, which has basically ruined my life and destroyed everything I loved. I put my twitter username on the letter. He hugged me after the picture, and I handed him the note, and I said, "please read this. You saved my life." And the guys went backstage to get ready for the show. By now, all the girls had come in and the show was about to start, but I checked my twitter and had a follow from Wesley and DM's. He basically told me that I was better than hurting myself and that he loved me, and that he was so happy that he helped me get through my struggles. He also said that he and the boys in the band would always be there for me. During the concert, they were singing their new single, 'Chloe', and he looked straight into my eyes as he sang, "If only you could believe in yourself in the way I believe in you, If only you could see all of the beautiful things that I see in you, it's true." And now his brother Keaton, also in the band follows me. There were a ton of rumors about me and Wes dating. Got a lot of death threats from fangirls. The point of this story is that if you are suffering from any of the thing I was, you can get better. Message me if you want. Enjoy the chapter!
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Everything was a reminder. I saw Jake and it made me think of Puck. The choir room made me think of our duets. Math class reminded me of helping him graduate. Pizza made me think of Valentine's Day. I was dying without him, and I think it was starting to show. I couldn't sleep anymore. I never had an appetite. I cried almost every day. I stopped hanging out with my friends and doing my homework. I think Mr. Schuester had me on suicide watch.
We were all in the choir room during school and about to start rehearsal.
BAM. A gunshot rang through the halls. Everybody screamed and found a place to hide. Ryder and I scrambled into a corner. There was another one, louder, and my heart was pounding. It was dark as a few tears slipped out of my eyes. What if I never saw him again?
"Don't cry. It's going to be alright." Ryder played with my hair and tried to soothe me.
"What if I never see Puck again?" I cried quietly.
"It's going to be fine." He said firmly. We waited, and waited, and waited. Everyone was crying, and Artie decided to make a video in case we died.
"I love you so much, Noah." I whispered. "Just know that I love you more than anything."
We sat in a loud silence as time drifted on. Every time there was a slight noise from outside we jumped.
Finally, everything was okay. Nobody was hurt. Everything was okay.
Yeah, everything was great, except for Puck still hated me.
I walked outside to leave, and that's when I saw him. Puck was pacing outside the school, arguing with a police officer.
"You have to let me inside." He begged in a low voice. "My. . . My girlfriend is in there."
"Nobody goes in or comes out." The officer said firmly.
"I think you should let him in, officer." I said seriously. Puck looked at me and kissed me full on the lips.
"I was stupid. I know you never did any of that stuff. I love you, Sloan Rivers. Take me back."
I shook my head slowly, a faint smile playing on my lips.
"Ain't no rest for the wicked, Noah." I turned, walking on my heel and not looking back.
