I sat there and watched as my parents broke down. It was a terrible feeling to see them like that. I feel even more guilty now, I should've helped save their only son.. I should've done more to help him. I should've showed that I really did love him..
It was just so hard, with his schizophrenia and all. It was hard to deal with him, and he definitely had a temper on him. Every single day was a struggle. It got really bad when we became teenagers. Every day my brother would fight with someone, whether it was my grandma, my grandpa, one of his friends.. anyone. I would lock myself in my room and just listen to all of them screaming. Some days things would even get physical. So I would just lock myself into my room and cry. My grandparents would never let me leave the house, so I was literally trapped in the house listening to everything fall apart. I was never included in the fights, either. I was supposedly the 'peace keeper' of the family, but I guess I wasn't enough..

"Oh, sweetie, don't say that, that's not true. You are more than enough." my mom said, pulling me into a hug. I didn't realize I said any of that out loud. I was a little bit embarrassed, but it actually did need to be said. Hopefully it made them feel a bit better about the whole situation.

"I don't know mom.. he was just a tortured soul. It's a sad thing all around, but he wasn't living a good life. Things weren't just going to turn around and be better either. With that kind of condition, he was bound to get worse." I sighed. "I don't miss the fighting.. but I do miss him." I said, shrugging my shoulders.

"That's true. I never knew that he had schizophrenia until now. Poor thing. He's happy now though." she said, attempting to smile. I mentally shook my head. I just couldn't bring myself to believe that there is a heaven. I believe there's a hell, because after every single bad thing that has happened in my life, all I see is evil. The only thing I have going for me now is.. Vic. That was more than enough for me to keep going though. I nodded and my parents both pulled themselves together.

"So, who is this?" my mom smiled, motioning towards Vic.

"This is Vic, my boyfriend." I smiled. It was a bit awkward, but maybe it was just me because they already had a conversation going.

"Vic. How old are you?" my dad asked.

"20." he smiled.

"Ahh, I see. Do you have a job?" I felt even more awkward because my dad hasn't really been in my life, and now that he is he's already being protective of me.

"Yes, I do. Right now I'm really trying to focus on my music though."

"Oh, I see, musician, eh? Are you in a band?" my dad asked. I sat there burying my hands in my face trying not to laugh. It was too funny seeing them talk like this. I could tell Vic was super nervous.

"Yes, I am. With my brother Mike and my friends Tony and Jaime." he smiled.

"What do you play?" my dad questioned.

"I play guitar and I sing. I do some of the backup instruments like the piano and stuff as well."

"Oh, you're the singer huh? Do you get lots of girls?" my dad asked, raising an eyebrow. I slapped my palm on my face and shook my head.

"Well, sure I guess, but the only girl I want is your daughter." he smiled.

Smooth, Vic. Smooth. By now I couldn't help but laugh.

"Good answer." my dad laughed. "How long have you guys been together?"

"Well.. about 5 months if you count the month she was.." Vic trailed off, looking at me.

"She was what?"

I guess they needed to know.

"I was in a coma for a month. A girl I used to be friends with drugged me at a party.." I sighed.

"What?! Who?" my mom asked.

"A girl named Aubrey." I sighed.

"Aubrey what?"

"Aubrey Monroe."

"Aubrey Monroe.. hmm.. Oh! I know her mother!" my mom mumbled. "I'm going to go have a talk with this little bitch."

I laughed at my mom's choice of words, and the fact that she thought she could go talk to her.

"Mom you're dead, remember?" I laughed.

"I don't care.. I'll uh. I'll tell her I'm my twin sister. Yeah, that'll work right?" she smiled. I rolled my eyes playfully and turned back to my dad who was giving me the most confused expression ever.

"Alright wait, so you were in a coma for a month?" he asked.

"Yep.. Vic stayed by my side almost the whole time." I smiled. I looked over at Vic who was blushing. I giggled a bit and turned back to my dad again.

"Alright, I like you Vic. Just don't do anything to change my mind." my dad laughed.

"I won't, sir." Vic smiled. "I love your daughter very, very much." he said, flashing me a smile.

"Well I'm glad to hear that." he smiled. I went back to the couch Vic was sitting on and sat next to him, laying my head on his shoulder.

"So what happens after this?" I asked.

"What do you mean?" my dad asked.

"Like.. are you guys going to stay here or what?"

"Hm.. I don't know.. Maybe after 14 years people won't recognize us," he said, turning to my mom.

"That is true. I'm tired of living out here anyways." my mom smiled.

"Does this mean what I think and hope it means?" I smiled.

"Yep. The three of us are moving out of San Diego."

Notes

short, I know. but I have an idea for the direction of this story. :)

TELL ME WHAT YOU ALL THINK IS GONNA HAPPEN! :)