Hi! This is my first Minecrafty sort of fic, so please be nice! I own nothing but this plot line and my OC's. Enjoy.
Prouloge
Katie POV
Honestly, I have no clue how my life got complicated so fast. I've always been that quite girl in the background who loves music and MineCraft. One day everything was fine, but then the incident happened and everything went spiraling downwards. Then, my life finally seemed to start picking up pieces and putting itself back together again thanks to an amazing group of guys, but now it seems to be going back down the drain my story starts like this:
My brother introduced me to MineCraft, and I got the little pocket edition on my phone. It wasn't the game that really caught my interest, it was the Youtube videos. My brother and I would watch Youtubers and talk obsess over them together, and it made us closer. I particularly liked all the guys from Team Crafted, CaptainSparkelz, and AntVenom. Everything seemed to be going great in our lives, then the accident happened.
~~~(Three Months After The Accident)~~~~
I walked into my house throwing my backpack onto the ground and running a hand through my thick blond waves. "I'm going to into town with my friends! I'll be back in an hour!" I shouted, my voice echoing through the silent house. A few months ago, my father would have been sitting at the table looking through blueprints and my brother would have been complaining about how his little sister got to go into town with some of his friends. We lived in a tiny town in Pennsylvania, and going in all the little shops was something my friends and I did every Friday.
"Wait a minute Katlyn," My mother said, coming down the stairs, a basket full of laundry tucked safely under her arm. She looked tired, she has been ever since the accident. "I need to talk to you,"
I nodded, sitting on the counter and smoothing my skirt. My mother sat on one of the stools at the counter, sighing through her nose. She began explaining about how we would be going on a trip to California with old family friends, the Martins, the same week of my band trip. A lump formed in my throat, and I felt my hands shaking. "You can't do that. The band's going to California the same week, and you know how hard I've worked to get to go on that trip!" I cried. My mom shook her head, tears in her eyes.
"Katie, we've all seen the cuts on your arms and the way you've shut yourself off from everyone. You act like everything's alright, but ever since the accident you've changed. You barely eat or sleep, your grades are slipping, and we're worried. We care about you, and the doctors say this will be a great way to get back into everything," She said, reaching her hand across the table and placing it on top of mine. I jerked back, sliding off the counter.
"You weren't there! None of you saw what happened, no one knows what I went through! I could have done something, but I didn't and now they're gone! You want me to be the same Katie, well to bad! Ripping me away from my normal life won't do anything but make it worse! You try seeing what happened, living with the guilt that it should have been you that died, but that two of the most important people in your life took the hit for you and know their dead, then talk to me." I shouted, going up to the bathroom and slamming the door. I pulled a little knife out of the drawer and making small, shallow cuts across my left wrist. What's a few more cuts in the long run anyways?
Chapter 1
Katie POV
I pulled my stuff into the tiny hotel room I was going to share with Megan, one of my old best friends. When our family's always used to get together, Megan and I had been the Dynamic Duo, almost inseparable. Megan and the adults were currently in the lobby waiting for the rest of the luggage to arrive, leaving me to watch over the Marin's twins who were 12. As if they were going to listen to a 15 year old. The only good thing about this trip was that I was entering a singing completion, but I wasn't allowed to go to MineCon for some reason. I'm kind of a big nerd, and I love watching Minecraft videos on YouTube. I couldn't find my guitar case which made me extremely nervous. The old acoustic guitar was the last gift my father had ever given me, and I was terrified of it getting damaged. Stepping out into the hallway, I saw the twins had my guitar, holding it loosely by its neck. "Tony look! It's Team Crafted!"
"Hey, put my guitar down!" I snapped, but it was too late, my guitar went crashing down to the floor, and down the steps, shattering into a million pieces. Their heads were turned toward two groups of people who looked really familiar, but I couldn't care less. I shrieked, probably gathering the attention of everyone in a three mile radius. I dove for my guitar, picking up a little piece of it. The last piece of my dad that I had was gone, ruined by two idiotic little boys. "No, no, no, no, no, no, no!" I moaned, feeling tears begin to sting at my eyes. Someone grabbed me by the arm and pulled me somewhere but all I could concentrate was on the guitar. How would I be able to talk to him now that the one thing that connected me to him was gone? I always would strum at that old guitar, while talking to my dad. When I would do that, it almost felt like he was still here. It was like he had walked in while I was writing another song, and we would sit and talk for about an hour, while I strummed random chords on the guitar. Now that it was gone, my dad felt completely out of reach from me, like I wouldn't see him again.
The person pushed me onto something squishy, and forced something tiny into my mouth. A little while later, I felt tired, so I closed my eyes, falling backwards. When my eyes shut, my father's face was glued to the back of my eyelids. A million pictures of him and my brother flashed through my mind, and tears flowed down my cheeks. 'I'm sorry daddy. I'm so sorry.'
When I woke up, my mother was running her hand through my hair sighing softly. I pushed myself onto my elbow, and she smiled down at me. "Hey sleepy head, how're you feeling?" she asked, glancing down at the piece of the guitar still clenched tightly in my hand. I shrugged, and she frowned lightly. "You know everyone's down at the pool, and they want to see you." She said lightly. I looked at her funny.
"Who's everyone?" I asked, voice rough and scratchy. She told me that the band happened to be staying at the same hotel as us, along with some YouTubers I liked that were here for some convention. The YouTubers part confused me though. Which YouTubers were she talking about, and how does she know which Youtubers I like, let alone what YouTube is? I nodded up off the bed. I pulled on a blue and green bikini with ruffles and pulled my hair back into a pony tail. I washed my face before stepping out the door with flip-flops on. I walked into the elevator near our room, hitting the ground floor button.
When I got there, I made my way to the door leading outside to the pool. Well, here goes nothing.
That's the first chapter and prologue. What do you think? Please R&R!