Manhattan, New York

Max and Alex were managing the substation while the rest of their family was out running errands.

Max was in the back making the subs while Alex was working the cash register. It had been a slow day and the place was empty. She walked into the kitchen telling Max that she was going to the loft because there was something she needed to get and that she would be back in a couple of minutes.

She walked up the spiral staircase that led up the loft. The walk up there didn't take too long. Before her hand could touch the doorknob she heard a gunshot. Panic setting in, she ran downstairs as fast she could with the shoes she was wearing at the time.

After she took that last step off the staircase she paused to take in the scene. The cash register was wide open and Max was on the floor. There was a small puddle of blood that seemed to be coming from his stomach.

Her feet quickly picked up the pace and knelt beside his body. He wasn't dead yet but his breathing was getting shorter. She turned him over to face up and cradle the upper half of his body. With a free hand she took off the scarf that she was wearing and apply it the gunshot wound with a necessary amount of pressure.

She even called 9-1-1 hoping that they were going to make in time to save his life. "Maxie, stay awake. Stay awake for me." She pleaded through her tears. His eyes were barely open to see through them. She knew that he was fading fast.

"I'm tired." He said weakly. "And cold." She cried even harder. She was wishing that the ambulance would just get here and save his life. He was too young to die.

She was immediately regretting all the bad things she had done to her younger brother. If she knew that his life was going to be cut short, she would have never treated the way she treating him.

Then his breathing stopped.

She held onto his lifeless body while she was rocking back and forth. She couldn't believe that this was happening right in front of her. She cried harder than she ever did before and screamed out in pain.

Through her cries she could barely hear the sirens from the ambulance that was finally approaching. Then she was seeing people in uniforms entering the substation. They pulled Max's body away from her. It took awhile because she didn't want to let go.

Another person in uniform wrapped a blanket around her and led her to one of the tables and let her sit in one of the chairs.

They brought in a body bag and placed Max inside. The last thing that Alex saw was his expressionless face before they zipped the bag all the way up and carried it away. The paramedics checked her to make sure that she was okay.

She looked up at the entrance of the restaurant and saw the rest of her family were coming in with worried expressions. She didn't need to tell them what happen because it was written on her face. Her parents quickly ran over to her and hugged her tightly. "I'm so sorry." She said to them.

They pulled back from the hug and just looked her in the eyes. "It's not your fault." Her mother said as she and the father were crying.

Justin walked up them. He was angry instead of being hurt. "Not her fault?" He questioned. "Not her fault? Max is dead and it's not her fault." He voice was rising every time he spoke. "It is her fault. He was her responsibility and just like always, she screwed up." He got close to Alex, "I will never forgive you." Then he walked away from the scene.

Alex cried harder than she knew was possible. Her brother hated her now. Her parents were forgiving but they were depressed that they had lost their youngest child.

Alex could never be the same person that she was before. She wouldn't be able to set foot into the restaurant without the scene playing over in her head.

Her parents closed down the substation knowing how badly it had affected their daughter. They took over The Late Nite Bite. The previous owners didn't mind knowing that they were never going to stay in the city.

At the funeral she felt so alone. Justin avoided her like the plague and her parents were now giving her the cold shoulder. The only person that was there for her was Harper, who never left her side since the beginning.

At school she never change who she was. She was still the trouble-maker and her attitude towards school remained the same.

No one knows that the only time she would break-down is when she was home, sheltered from the outside world.

West Appleton, Wisconsin (9 months later)

Sonny was getting ready for school while her older sister, Dallas, was getting ready for work. Sonny's twin, Mitchie, was staying home because she didn't feel well. The other two knew the reason why she wasn't feeling well. It was because she was getting over a bad break-up.

"Are you sure you don't want to stay here?" Dallas has asked Mitchie.

"No, I'll be fine. I think it's just my stomach."

Sonny entered the bedroom where her two sisters were at, "Do you want me to get your homework assignments?" She asked.

"Yes please." Mitchie answered. She knew that she wasn't going to be around to do those assignments. The break-up had messed her up.

Her sisters kissed her head and said their goodbyes. They left the apartment and parted their ways.

Mitchie got up from the bed when she heard the front door close. She made her way to the bathroom. If she was going to do what she wanted to do she had to do it now or she never will.

After finding out that the boy she had loved had cheated on her, her heart broke. She felt like there wasn't a purpose for her to live anymore. She searched the bathroom for the razor she had found a couple of days earlier.

After minutes of searching she had finally found it.

She knew what she was leaving behind but she knew she was going to be a burden because she knew that she was never going to move on.

She took that razor and placed the edge against her wrist. She took one quick swipe and looked at the blood that was flowing like out of her wrist. She did the same to her other wrist and getting the same result.

She placed the razor on the counter and sat herself against the bathroom wall. She let her arms hang. She saw that the puddle of blood was gradually growing in size. She felt herself fading. This is what it feels to die. She thought to herself.

After losing so much blood, her body shut down.

~…~

Sonny arrived home from school with her backpack filled with homework assignments. "Mitchie?" She called out. "I got ice cream." There was no response. Usually Mitchie would come out of her room like there was a fire in the apartment.

Sonny walked into Mitchie's bedroom but had found nothing. When she entered the hallway again she noticed that the light in the bathroom was on. Before she could go investigate she placed the ice cream in the refrigerator and her bag in her room.

She walked towards the bathroom almost hesitating to open the door all the way. When she opened the door she caught a sight that would always be burned into her memory. Mitchie's lifeless body lying against the wall.

Sonny backed away from the bathroom with her hand over her mouth. She rushed to the house phone and called 9-1-1. She knew in her heart that it was already too late to save her sister. Then she called Dallas, it was going to be hard but she had to do it. Her body was shaking as she was hearing the rings before her older sister picked up. "Dallas?"

The older sister already picked up on the tone that Sonny was using, "What's wrong?"

"I-It's Mitchie." She answered.

"What about Mitchie?" Dallas asked sounding more worried.

"She's….She's," She couldn't get the words out. She was crying so hard that it was hard to speak any words.

"I'm coming home." Sonny hung up the phone and walked back to bathroom.

She knelt beside Mitchie and stroking her cheek. This was so unreal to her. She wanted this to be a nightmare, something that she could wake up from and see Mitchie alive.

She pulled Mitchie's body towards her own and just held her. She wished that she had seen this coming and prevent it.

The ambulance arrived followed by Dallas. Dallas ran inside the apartment before the paramedics could. She hurried around the apartment searching for the other two girls. Then she saw Sonny in the bathroom and saw that she was holding something in her arms. She walked closer to the bathroom and noticed what Sonny as holding in her arms.

Dallas fell to ground in tears. The paramedics finally came in and immediately found them. They pulled Dallas and Sonny away from the scene. The two girls watched as the paramedics carried Mitchie's body in a body bag.

Dallas was holding onto Sonny afraid that she would disappear.

~…~

At the funeral the two remaining sisters were holding each other. They would have never thought that they would have funeral this early in their lives. It was outside ceremony. Everyone that was invited were their closest friends and remaining family.

Everyone paid their respects to the sisters. The crowd gradually grew smaller each passing minute. As it did grow smaller, she finally notices someone that made her furious. But that was understatement.

It was him, the guy who broke Mitchie's heart. He had the nerve to show up at her funeral with another girl. Probably the one he cheated on Mitchie with.

Sonny greeted him with a fist to the face. "What the hell are you doing here Shane?" Sonny asked.

Shane covered his broken nose, "Paying my respects."

"You're the reason why she's six feet under you asshole." She said angrily. "She killed herself because of you. I lost my sister because of you." She punched him harder causing him to fall on the ground. The girl that he was with didn't even bother to help off the ground. "Do you feel happy Shane? Feel happy that you drove her to this?" She pointed to coffin that was behind her. "Because I'm fucking not. You knew that she fucking loved you and yet you do this to her."

She was about to lunge at him but she was stopped by a pair arms that were wrapped around her tightly. "Don't Sonny. She wouldn't want you to do this." She immediately knew that is was Dallas that was holding her from behind. Sonny relaxed in her arms. This was the first time that Dallas had heard her sister cuss like that.

"I really hope you burn in hell." Sonny said before walking away.

The girl that Shane was with left him there, she realized what kind of guy he could be and she didn't end up like Mitchie. So she pulled herself out of the picture before it got too serious.

Dallas followed her sister to wherever she was going. She knew that they had to get away from her and to get from this even if it meant moving to a different state.

~…~

Dallas has been researching for places to stay but she wanted Sonny's input before she does anything. "Sonny?" She called out. There was no response so she walked to her sister's room. Sonny was lying down on her bed with her head facing the ceiling. Dallas lightly knocked on her door

Sonny turned her head towards the entrance of her bedroom. "Yeah?"

"How you feel about moving to New York? Having a fresh start?" Dallas asked.

Sonny turned her head back to the ceiling, considering the option. Maybe it would help but just a little. "Yeah, why not?"