Sequel: My Teenage Romance ›
Status: Completed
Rock Star Father
More Nightmares
A year (and four months to be exact) later, Celeste Way lay sobbing in her hospital bed, trying to get back to sleep after re-living something she had tried to bury deep down inside herself since the day after it happened. Soon she drifted off, but it was into another nightmare, one that had happened only a fortnight or so ago… at least this one had happy parts….
“Well, well, well, if it isn’t the walking freak-show and friends.” Susan Adley, tall and blonde wearing a uniform so altered that she only just got away with it because she was most of the teachers’ favourite pupil, sneered.
“Hey, how’s the therapy working?” Agatha Adrew, her ‘loyal’ sidekick laughed.
“Just because I don’t wear shirts with a neckline lower than a slug’s IQ and a skirt shorter than Kung-Foo Fighting’s creators’ career doesn’t mean you’re better than me.” Celeste replied simply, looking at the school courtyard around them.
“C’mon, we don’t want-” Melissa, who was sitting on Celeste’s right on the small bench in the courtyard which could only fit three people on it was cut off by Celeste saying,
“No, we were here first. I’m not giving up this space, and it is a simple human right to be able to enjoy a few minutes with my friends in peace, isn’t it Carrie, you’re our lawyer-in-training, it is, isn’t it?” to which Carrie, sitting on Celeste’s left replied,
“It is, so could you airheads please buzz off and leave us alone? There’s no more room here and we’re not moving.” Celeste began to lose interest in what was happening, so she started humming My Chemical Romance’s ‘I’m Not Okay (I Promise)’. Getting engulfed in the song, she started mouthing the words, something she often did, regardless of if she was out in public, which was one of the many reasons she was labelled a ‘freak’.
“Oh, no, she’s casting an evil spell on us which she learnt in her Satanist cult!” Susan said with mocked fright, making her crowd of ‘friends’ laugh.
“How did you tell? If I were you I’d expect all your hair to simultaneously fall out in public at a time when all eyes are on you, your teeth to turn green and you might start to receive laughs every time you open your mouth, if I did it right.” Celeste replied sincerely, wondering if they would fall for it.
“AAAAAAAAAAHHHH!!!!!! MY BEAUTIFUL HAIR! MY WONDERFUL TEETH! MY AMAZING REPUTATION!!!! NOOOO!!!!” And with that, Susan Adley, the school’s ‘popular girl’ ran inside and into the school toilets to peer vainly in the mirrors.
“Just you wait, Celeste Easton, we will make your life hell forever for this!!! Come on, girls, you don’t want to hang around her; you might catch freak-flu! Come with us, Melissa. You would fit in with us. You’re fashionable, pretty, a good gossiper, everything you need to be in with us. What do you say?” Susan’s ‘loyal’ lapdog, Agatha asked slyly.
“I say never in a million years would you get me mingling with you!” Melissa replied.
“Okay, what about you Caroline. You’re sporty, funny, pretty; you would do well with us as well. You know you can do much better than these losers. What do you say?”
“I say go read a gossip magazine or whatever you airheads do, ‘cause these so-called ‘losers’ are my friends, and I’m not leaving them, no matter what.” Carrie replied scornfully. Realising she was beaten, Agatha screeched and stormed after Susan, her ‘friends’ trailing after her. When Agatha and her ‘friends’ were gone, Celeste put both of her hand out and hi-fived both Carrie and Melissa, then took their hands and pulled them up so the three of them were standing on the bench. Suddenly Celeste burst into song and sang/said part of the song she had been humming and mouthing,
“Forget about the dirty looks
The photographs your boyfriend took
You said you read me like a book, but the pages all are torn and frayed
I'm okay
I'm okay!
I'm okay, now
I'm okay, now
But you really need to listen to me
Because I'm telling you the truth
I mean this, I'm okay!
(Trust Me)
I'm not okay
I'm not okay
Well, I'm not okay
I'm really not okay
I'm not okay
I'm not okay
Okay…” After this, all three girls fell down into sitting position, laughing hard.
After a while, Carrie, noticing Celeste looked a bit preoccupied, inquired,
“Hey, V, what’s up?”
“Let me guess; you still haven’t gotten over that fight with err…Roxanne Vagen, have you?” Melissa sighed. Celeste nodded solemnly, making Carrie half yell,
“Celeste Ingrid Easton, that was about…..six months ago!!!!!!! How can you not have gotten over that??!! Well…to be fair, you two were like, absolute best friends, you went through everything together, you had a reputation together. You had a group nickname! ‘Roxanne and Rock-Celeste, The Depressed Duo!’ You even influenced each others moods!” Celeste nodded slowly, thinking about times when Roxanne and she were friends as she saw Roxanne walk through the courtyard. Noticing this and seeing who was walking by, Melissa and Carrie looked nervously at each other, wondering what Celeste would do, but she just bowed her head and stared straight down into her lap. Putting her hand on Celeste’s shoulder, Carrie asked softly,
“Celeste, are you-”
“I’m, I’m fine, Carrie, just fine, in fact I’m wonderful, yeah I’m feeling great, how, how are you?” Celeste gabbled quickly, jumping slightly when Carrie spoke, which told them that she was blatantly not ‘fine’. Deciding not to press it further, Carrie changed the subject and did not ask again. Soon after the bell rang to signal that they needed to make their way to their first lesson of the afternoon….
Waking up slowly from her dream, Celeste Way noticed that her pillow was very wet, and that it was a little after eight in the morning. The ward sister, Sister Monica, dropped in to talk, see how Celeste was and give her some breakfast- pancakes with maple syrup, very sugary and sickly.
“Hey, I just thought you might like to know, lots of people have phoned up here, asking to see you. I haven’t given them the password, though, in case they were lying, they all sounded like girls around your age, they all said they were your best friend and that they were so concerned about you, but I asked them their names and they didn’t say either of the names you told me, so I pretended that the phone was breaking up!” Sister Monica giggled, handing Celeste a tray of pancakes complete with a knife, fork and a small vase containing a single yellow pansy. The pansy reminded Celeste of Frank, and she wondered if he had done something stupid-and-immature-yet-still-funny yet. As Sister Monica left, Celeste remembered that she still hadn’t opened the note from Roxanne. Getting out of her bed and locking the door, she looked around and saw she had put it under her mobile phone. Getting back into her bed and picking the note up, she unfolded it and read:
"Dear Celeste,
I heard about your recent change of parentage, and thought “Well, she never really loved those two other people, and she really admires him, so perhaps she’ll be happier.” I am so sorry to hear about your real mother’s not-so-recent death, it must have been awful for you to find out that you have been lied to all your life and you will never get to spend some time with your birth mother. I just want to let you know, every day I am forced to live through I regret having that fight with you. I know it sounds mushy, but that’s how I feel, and so what if it’s mushy! I’m sorry for everything, my stubbornCeleste, my whining, my selfishCeleste; everything you put up with. I wish we could reconcile, it would make everything alright. I’ve cut down on my anti-depressants, I only get about a quarter of what I used to and that lasts double the time the whole dose I got before used to. I want to try music, but without you I’m completely lost. I STILL can’t navigate HMV or Virgin Megastore!!!! And I don’t have a clue about the different genres and sub-genres! Call me; I can’t put all of this in a letter/note thingy. If you hate me and never wish to hear my name uttered again, just ignore this. But if you feel like I do, and want to be friends again, call me. Here’s my number in case you deleted me from your contacts. I didn’t delete you, I accidentally lost your number a few weeks before we had that fight, that’s why I didn’t call or text you this, plus my credit’s low and it seemed impersonal to text you this anyway.
My mobile number: 07792348696
My home phone: 01604 623395 but this one is a bit useless, my mum’s ALWAYS USING IT!!!!!!!!
I hope you get better in hospital, I heard about your ‘fall’.
Yours hopefully,
Roxanne
xxx
P.S. Say hi to Patrick for me, if he remembers who I am!"
“You don’t know the half of it, Rox.” Celeste breathed, refolding the letter. Picking up and turning on her mobile phone she found Roxanne’s number, for she had not deleted it, she had been hoping for the day that they would become friends again ever since that terrible fight. Pressing the green button to dial the number, Celeste put the phone to her ear and waited nervously.
“Hello, this is Roxanne here, you are?”
“Yes I DO want to be friends again, why in the world wouldn’t I?!”
“CELESTE!!!!!! You do?! WOOOHOOO!!!!! The only thing that could make this day better is if I was crowned Queen of Sheep and all things Woolen!” Roxanne screamed down the phone.
“Roxanne, you already are Queen of Sheep and all things Woolen! Come see me, it’s annoying being here in bed all day in an itchy, thin hospital gown!” After this, they started chatting like old friends again and it was arranged that Roxanne would come and see Celeste in hospital the next day, at four PM. In celebration after the half-hour conversation Celeste played ‘Demolition Lovers’ by My Chemical Romance from her phone and sang (and did rather good screamo) along with it whilst playing air drums/guitar or holding an imaginary microphone which was substituted with her phone!
A few (well, about fifteen) minutes later a short, young, blonde-brunette doctor with blue eyes set into a small, round face came in, introduced himself as Dr. Smith and looked at her chart, checked the saline drip and generally checked to see how her condition was improving. After fussing with the drip, he told her that she was improving so well that she should be discharged in about two days.
“Well, well, well, if it isn’t the walking freak-show and friends.” Susan Adley, tall and blonde wearing a uniform so altered that she only just got away with it because she was most of the teachers’ favourite pupil, sneered.
“Hey, how’s the therapy working?” Agatha Adrew, her ‘loyal’ sidekick laughed.
“Just because I don’t wear shirts with a neckline lower than a slug’s IQ and a skirt shorter than Kung-Foo Fighting’s creators’ career doesn’t mean you’re better than me.” Celeste replied simply, looking at the school courtyard around them.
“C’mon, we don’t want-” Melissa, who was sitting on Celeste’s right on the small bench in the courtyard which could only fit three people on it was cut off by Celeste saying,
“No, we were here first. I’m not giving up this space, and it is a simple human right to be able to enjoy a few minutes with my friends in peace, isn’t it Carrie, you’re our lawyer-in-training, it is, isn’t it?” to which Carrie, sitting on Celeste’s left replied,
“It is, so could you airheads please buzz off and leave us alone? There’s no more room here and we’re not moving.” Celeste began to lose interest in what was happening, so she started humming My Chemical Romance’s ‘I’m Not Okay (I Promise)’. Getting engulfed in the song, she started mouthing the words, something she often did, regardless of if she was out in public, which was one of the many reasons she was labelled a ‘freak’.
“Oh, no, she’s casting an evil spell on us which she learnt in her Satanist cult!” Susan said with mocked fright, making her crowd of ‘friends’ laugh.
“How did you tell? If I were you I’d expect all your hair to simultaneously fall out in public at a time when all eyes are on you, your teeth to turn green and you might start to receive laughs every time you open your mouth, if I did it right.” Celeste replied sincerely, wondering if they would fall for it.
“AAAAAAAAAAHHHH!!!!!! MY BEAUTIFUL HAIR! MY WONDERFUL TEETH! MY AMAZING REPUTATION!!!! NOOOO!!!!” And with that, Susan Adley, the school’s ‘popular girl’ ran inside and into the school toilets to peer vainly in the mirrors.
“Just you wait, Celeste Easton, we will make your life hell forever for this!!! Come on, girls, you don’t want to hang around her; you might catch freak-flu! Come with us, Melissa. You would fit in with us. You’re fashionable, pretty, a good gossiper, everything you need to be in with us. What do you say?” Susan’s ‘loyal’ lapdog, Agatha asked slyly.
“I say never in a million years would you get me mingling with you!” Melissa replied.
“Okay, what about you Caroline. You’re sporty, funny, pretty; you would do well with us as well. You know you can do much better than these losers. What do you say?”
“I say go read a gossip magazine or whatever you airheads do, ‘cause these so-called ‘losers’ are my friends, and I’m not leaving them, no matter what.” Carrie replied scornfully. Realising she was beaten, Agatha screeched and stormed after Susan, her ‘friends’ trailing after her. When Agatha and her ‘friends’ were gone, Celeste put both of her hand out and hi-fived both Carrie and Melissa, then took their hands and pulled them up so the three of them were standing on the bench. Suddenly Celeste burst into song and sang/said part of the song she had been humming and mouthing,
“Forget about the dirty looks
The photographs your boyfriend took
You said you read me like a book, but the pages all are torn and frayed
I'm okay
I'm okay!
I'm okay, now
I'm okay, now
But you really need to listen to me
Because I'm telling you the truth
I mean this, I'm okay!
(Trust Me)
I'm not okay
I'm not okay
Well, I'm not okay
I'm really not okay
I'm not okay
I'm not okay
Okay…” After this, all three girls fell down into sitting position, laughing hard.
After a while, Carrie, noticing Celeste looked a bit preoccupied, inquired,
“Hey, V, what’s up?”
“Let me guess; you still haven’t gotten over that fight with err…Roxanne Vagen, have you?” Melissa sighed. Celeste nodded solemnly, making Carrie half yell,
“Celeste Ingrid Easton, that was about…..six months ago!!!!!!! How can you not have gotten over that??!! Well…to be fair, you two were like, absolute best friends, you went through everything together, you had a reputation together. You had a group nickname! ‘Roxanne and Rock-Celeste, The Depressed Duo!’ You even influenced each others moods!” Celeste nodded slowly, thinking about times when Roxanne and she were friends as she saw Roxanne walk through the courtyard. Noticing this and seeing who was walking by, Melissa and Carrie looked nervously at each other, wondering what Celeste would do, but she just bowed her head and stared straight down into her lap. Putting her hand on Celeste’s shoulder, Carrie asked softly,
“Celeste, are you-”
“I’m, I’m fine, Carrie, just fine, in fact I’m wonderful, yeah I’m feeling great, how, how are you?” Celeste gabbled quickly, jumping slightly when Carrie spoke, which told them that she was blatantly not ‘fine’. Deciding not to press it further, Carrie changed the subject and did not ask again. Soon after the bell rang to signal that they needed to make their way to their first lesson of the afternoon….
Waking up slowly from her dream, Celeste Way noticed that her pillow was very wet, and that it was a little after eight in the morning. The ward sister, Sister Monica, dropped in to talk, see how Celeste was and give her some breakfast- pancakes with maple syrup, very sugary and sickly.
“Hey, I just thought you might like to know, lots of people have phoned up here, asking to see you. I haven’t given them the password, though, in case they were lying, they all sounded like girls around your age, they all said they were your best friend and that they were so concerned about you, but I asked them their names and they didn’t say either of the names you told me, so I pretended that the phone was breaking up!” Sister Monica giggled, handing Celeste a tray of pancakes complete with a knife, fork and a small vase containing a single yellow pansy. The pansy reminded Celeste of Frank, and she wondered if he had done something stupid-and-immature-yet-still-funny yet. As Sister Monica left, Celeste remembered that she still hadn’t opened the note from Roxanne. Getting out of her bed and locking the door, she looked around and saw she had put it under her mobile phone. Getting back into her bed and picking the note up, she unfolded it and read:
"Dear Celeste,
I heard about your recent change of parentage, and thought “Well, she never really loved those two other people, and she really admires him, so perhaps she’ll be happier.” I am so sorry to hear about your real mother’s not-so-recent death, it must have been awful for you to find out that you have been lied to all your life and you will never get to spend some time with your birth mother. I just want to let you know, every day I am forced to live through I regret having that fight with you. I know it sounds mushy, but that’s how I feel, and so what if it’s mushy! I’m sorry for everything, my stubbornCeleste, my whining, my selfishCeleste; everything you put up with. I wish we could reconcile, it would make everything alright. I’ve cut down on my anti-depressants, I only get about a quarter of what I used to and that lasts double the time the whole dose I got before used to. I want to try music, but without you I’m completely lost. I STILL can’t navigate HMV or Virgin Megastore!!!! And I don’t have a clue about the different genres and sub-genres! Call me; I can’t put all of this in a letter/note thingy. If you hate me and never wish to hear my name uttered again, just ignore this. But if you feel like I do, and want to be friends again, call me. Here’s my number in case you deleted me from your contacts. I didn’t delete you, I accidentally lost your number a few weeks before we had that fight, that’s why I didn’t call or text you this, plus my credit’s low and it seemed impersonal to text you this anyway.
My mobile number: 07792348696
My home phone: 01604 623395 but this one is a bit useless, my mum’s ALWAYS USING IT!!!!!!!!
I hope you get better in hospital, I heard about your ‘fall’.
Yours hopefully,
Roxanne
xxx
P.S. Say hi to Patrick for me, if he remembers who I am!"
“You don’t know the half of it, Rox.” Celeste breathed, refolding the letter. Picking up and turning on her mobile phone she found Roxanne’s number, for she had not deleted it, she had been hoping for the day that they would become friends again ever since that terrible fight. Pressing the green button to dial the number, Celeste put the phone to her ear and waited nervously.
“Hello, this is Roxanne here, you are?”
“Yes I DO want to be friends again, why in the world wouldn’t I?!”
“CELESTE!!!!!! You do?! WOOOHOOO!!!!! The only thing that could make this day better is if I was crowned Queen of Sheep and all things Woolen!” Roxanne screamed down the phone.
“Roxanne, you already are Queen of Sheep and all things Woolen! Come see me, it’s annoying being here in bed all day in an itchy, thin hospital gown!” After this, they started chatting like old friends again and it was arranged that Roxanne would come and see Celeste in hospital the next day, at four PM. In celebration after the half-hour conversation Celeste played ‘Demolition Lovers’ by My Chemical Romance from her phone and sang (and did rather good screamo) along with it whilst playing air drums/guitar or holding an imaginary microphone which was substituted with her phone!
A few (well, about fifteen) minutes later a short, young, blonde-brunette doctor with blue eyes set into a small, round face came in, introduced himself as Dr. Smith and looked at her chart, checked the saline drip and generally checked to see how her condition was improving. After fussing with the drip, he told her that she was improving so well that she should be discharged in about two days.