I know that I currently have two other stories that I should be updating, but I have been nonstop listening to this song for over a week now. I figured it was about time I used it in a story, even though it makes for a horribly depressing story. There is no real plot line, so if I didn't make something clear then feel free to ask and I can explain it. Which reminds me, the song is Whiskey Lullaby by Brad Paisly. If you have never heard it, then I suggest you look it up!

Oh, and this is in Amber's POV! I am sure somebody would have figured that out, but might as well mention it!

She put him out like the burnin' end of a midnight cigarette
She broke his heart he spent his whole life tryin' to forget
We watched him drink his pain away a little at a time
But he never could get drunk enough to get her off his mind
Until the night

One of the saddest days of my life was the day Nina left. But what truly made that day sad was observing Fabian. It was painful to watch him run into the airport, tears streaming down his face. It was heart breaking when I had to tell him, he was too late. Nina disappeared from our lives without any warning. She gave no reasons. She gave no answers.

I watched from the doorway at Fabian's futile attempt to call her, and text her, and email her. She never answered. It was like Joy all over again, only this time Nina had left of her own free will. No one ever mentioned her name after that first day. Alfie had mistakenly made a reference to our Sibuna club once. I watched silently from my seat as Fabian smashed his fist into the counter, splintering the wood.

I ignored Mick and Mara's questioning gazes. I pretended not to notice Patricia swiftly escaping the tension of the room with glazed eyes. I did, however, meet Fabian's eyes.

The turmoil brewing within that one look sent shivers throughout my entire body. I had never witnessed a person as broken as Fabian. It would not surprise me in the least if he blamed himself, even though we were all blind sighted by Nina's sudden choice to leave us.

I watched as the house began to disintegrate. Within Anubis House, not a single one of us associated with each other. Everyone, even me, began to branch out and befriend others. No one wanted a reminder of Nina or the mystery or Sibuna, but just being here was slowly killing all of us. The worst off was still Fabian. As the rest of us branched off, we neglected to remember to pick Fabian up and carry him with us. He remained in a pile of deep sorrow and underlying hatred, which he had remained in since the day he ran into the airport…too late.

He put that bottle to his head and pulled the trigger
And finally drank away her memory
Life is short but this time it was bigger
Than the strength he had to get up off his knees

One night, three months after Nina's sudden move, I woke up in the middle of the night. A strange sensation filled me, as I felt compelled to get out of bed. From there, an invisible force nudged me out of my room and down the stairs, until it vanished as I reached the cellar door. Before I ever even had the chance to return back to sleep, I heard the faint sound of glass shattering from beyond the door.

The Sibuna club had enhanced my sense of curiosity, so it was of my own free will that I eased the door open. From the top of the flight of stairs, I could see a light on below and I was instantly reminded of the numerous trips I had taken here with both Nina and Fabian. I pushed the memories of my two best friends away; one had deserted me, and she left the other here to slowly deteriorate.

When I reached the bottom of the stairs, no amount of mental preparation could prepare me for the gruesome sight which lay in a twisted heap on the floor. I didn't recognize the bloodcurdling scream escaping from my throat until I felt two strong bodies dragging my limp body away from a vision which would forever be imprinted in my mind.

Shattered glass littered the floor. So many bottles, too many to count, all from Victor's experiments, lay in empty ruins. Blood was splattered across every visible surface, the source being Fabian. His hand was tightly gripping a large shard of glass, and numerous cuts, both deep and superficial, littered his body. The worst one was a large gash across his forehead, which I imagine happened when he went to sweep his hair to the side with the glass in hand.

As if the sight of all of this wasn't bad enough, his body was pale, lifeless. All color was completely drained, and his face had a haunting appearance, reminding me of his eyes for the past three months.

I knew, in this moment, that there was no way I could ever forgive her. Nina.

We found him with his face down in the pillow
With a note that said I'll love her till I die
And when we buried him beneath the willow
The angels sang a whiskey lullaby

Throughout the next week, I watched in a daze as police came and went. Everyone cried: Fabian's parents, Trudy, Mick, Mara, Patricia, Jerome, and Alfie, even Victor cried once. I was too far withdrawn to cry. After my screaming in the cellar, I had not uttered a single sound. I could not bring myself to show any of the pain I felt inside, for I knew that by doing so, I would never recover.

I listened silently as Trudy told me that the police found a sweater in Fabian's grip. I nodded once to confirm that it belonged to Nina. When she showed me the note written in his handwriting, I pushed out of the chair and concealed myself in my room. The words made me hate Nina even more.

"I'll love her till I die."

The six remaining occupants of Anubis house gathered in the foyer, veiled in black. Somehow, with Fabian's death, we had temporarily reunited as a family, broken as we may be. We stood in a loosely shaped circle, waiting for the car which would drive us to the funeral. None of us spoke, and none of us made eye contact. After all this time, I was still unable to figure out how our perfect lives had spiraled out of control in the past three months.

Just as we were preparing to file outside, the door creaked open. A fury, one I had never felt before in my entire life, took hold of my body as I rushed forward, slapping the girl I had come to loathe across the face. For the first time, since the day she left, I cried. However, these tears were pure anger. As I went to slap her again, or perhaps even punch her, I felt a hand grab my wrist.

Patricia held my wrist firm in her grasp as tears running down her cheeks ruined the little makeup she had managed to put on. I began backing away, as if being in the mere vicinity of Nina was burning me. And in truth, it did; there was a fury lit in my veins.

Nina looked beyond confused as she stared blankly at each face of her old housemates; the ones she abandoned. And then I realized what she was really looking for, but she would never find him, for she came a week too late.

Leaning against the tree which had been the shade for more than one Sibuna meeting, I glared at Nina who stood directly across from me. The only thing between us was a shiny, metal casket which held the broken body of a broken boy.

As I walked away from the grave, abandoning Nina, just as she had abandoned us, I heard an angel singing. I turned partially to see Nina, arms wrapped tightly around her slim frame, humming lightly to herself.

Lalalalalalala…Lalalalalalala…Lalalalalalala…Lalalalalalala…Lalalalalalala…Lalalalalalala…Lalalalalalala

There is another verse sung by Alison Krauss, but I'm not sure if I will write another chapter for that verse or not.

I hope everybody listens to the song! My favorite part is the Lalalalalalala (weird, I know)