Nicole’s POV

I froze under Mike’s touch. What is he doing? What does he mean? I stumbled back and stared at him.

“What happened to the old you Nicole?” Mike said gently, looking straight into my eyes, “What happened to my little sister?”

See, Mike and I had this brother/sister relationship since we were so close and he was really overprotective. Life wasn’t the easiest thing back then either.

“Mom?” I whispered, slowly creeping around the house, trying to find her.

I followed the soft whimper that blew into my ears, making me tremble. I was desperate to find my mom but I was scared. I was scared of what I might see. There were beer bottles scattered around the floor staining the carpet.

I stood there for a moment at the door. We had just moved to San Diego to this crappy apartment and already, this place was trashed. The door was old and faded. The hinges were loose and there were small scratches and paint splattered across the front. My fingers shook as I reached up to open the door, not excited to see what was on the other side.

“Mommy?” I called softly, running over to her. She was bent over sobbing quietly, her face buried in her hands; her hair covered her face, acting as a veil, “Are you okay?”

She sighed before swatting her hair away, “I’m fine honey,” She choked out, “Go play outside.”

“Are you sure? Why were you crying?”

“Just go okay?”

That stung a tiny bit but I left her alone, shutting the door behind me as I went to pick up the garbage that was carelessly thrown around the house.

I sat at the kitchen table nervously, fidgeting with my hands. Where was mom? Dad is going to get really mad at her if she isn’t down here getting ready for dinner when he came back.

I ran to her door and called for her but I got no answer so I made my way into the room. My mom was nowhere to be seen. I walked around, checking under the bed, the bathroom, and lastly the closet. Now, as young as I was, I could never forget the image that had always starred in my nightmares.

My mom hung there, her head bowed, blood dripping down the side of her head, her arms, a rope tied around her neck. A gun was tossed on the floor, just under her feet. I didn’t understand why my mom did this. Her arms had old scars and fresh scars embedded into her skin, some of them still bleeding. As for the gun, my mom shot herself while she hung herself. I didn’t understand why she liked the pain, why she wanted to torture herself. Wasn’t dad enough?

Dad! Not only was I young back then, I was also selfish and stupid. I ran out of the house as soon as I thought about my dad, leaving my mom hanging there. I ran and ran until I bumped into someone. Mike to be exact. He held onto me as I regained my balance.

“Hey are you okay?” He asked, staring into my eyes.

I nodded, looking down at my feet, “I’m fine I just-” My breath hitched as I tried to finish my sentence. “I-I just-”

I looked away hastily as the tears started rolling down my face. Mike wrapped his arms around me as I continued to cry into his shirt, the blue sky quickly fading away. That night, I met Mike’s parents, who I found out were also Vic’s parents. I spilled everything to Mike. Every secret I had, every stupid moment I encountered.

We talked and talked all night and ended up falling asleep on top of each other. Mike complaining about cooties the next morning as soon as he pushed me off of him. Maybe this was okay, but we all know that nothing lasts forever.

Notes

I didn't know how to end it so I had a cheesy line there. So more about Nicole's past and some Mike and Nicole time (: If you guys want, I can write in the past for the next chapter and have some Nic and Vic time or I can go back to the present to let them try and figure things out. Let me know! And the announcement omfg, it's a documentary!!!

Song: Lullabies by All Time Low
Quote: "Make it a sweet, sweet good bye, it could be for the last time and it's not right."

xx (: