A/N: This is my first House of Wax story, so..yeah. Cut me some slack if it sucks a bit. Just an idea that popped into my head. The song in this parcticular chapter is "Heavily Broken" by the Veronicas. In this, a year has passed, and now Carly and Nick are living together in a house in New York.
You, With The Sad Eyes
Chapter One
"Every day I sit here waiting
Every day just seems so long
And now I've had enough of all the hating
Do we even care? It's so unfair..
Any day it'll all be over
Every day there's nothing new
And I just try to find some hope to try and hold onto
But it starts again..it'll never end.."
For the fifteenth time in a row, a surprisingly short index finger reached out and stretched a bit, pressing the 'snooze' button on a regular old alarm clock. The music stopped, and Carly Jones sat up in her bed, yawning slightly. She ruffled her curly brown locks, messing them up past the form of 'bed head', just for laughs. She turned and, on impulse, looked at what the date was. Her heart skipped a beat, while the music from her alarm clock came on again.
"I'm heavily broken and I don't know what to do
Can't you see that I'm choking and I can't even move
When there's nothing left to say
What can you do?
I'm heavily broken
And there's nothing I can do."
Tears welled up in her eyes as she stared at the little white square, and the two numbers inside of it, boldly there, as if challenging her to doubt what the day was. November 10th. The tears started to spill from her eyes, and soon Carly found herself shaking, reliving something she never wanted to remember.
"Almost giving up on trying
Almost heading for a fall
And now my mind is screaming out
I've got to keep on fighting
But then again, it doesn't end."
Flashback
"And it's obvious Dalton still has a crush on you, too."
"That's three times today, you're an asshole."
"But I'm still your favorite asshole, right?"
"Always."
End Flashback
Nick Jones appeared in the doorway of his twin's bedroom, and saw her crying, and immedietely knew what was wrong. He headed to her bedside, and kneeled there, flattening down the hair he let grow out in the past year. "Carly.."
But as Nick made a move to touch her arm, Carly shrunk away, drawing her knees, still covered with her flowered fleece blanket, up to her chest. She willed herself to stop crying, and it seemed to work, for the moment. "Nick..."
The two drew each other into their arms, and for a moment, they just stayed there, clinging to each other for dear life. The one year anniversary of the House of Wax had come around, and there was absolutely nothing Carly was planning to do to bring herself out of a depressed funk. This was one day she just wanted to lay there and cry her eyes out, and Nick couldn't say anything about it.
Finally, the two let go of each other, and they sat there in silence for a moment, while the music continued.
"I'm heavily broken and I don't know what to do
Can't you see that I'm choking
And I can't even move?
When there's nothing left to say
What can you do?
I'm heavily broken and I there's nothing I can do."
Without a word, Nick reached over and slammed his fist down on the alarm clock, crushing it and quieting it instantly.
"Nick.."
Nick merely shook his head and got up off his knees, refusing to give in to the sadness threatening to envelop him. He silently made his way out of Carly's room, hitting the wall in the hallway openhanded, swearing loudly, yelling a few things. Carly wiped at her eyes, but more tears came, and she shook her head, climbing out of bed. With a slight, depressed sigh, she gathered up her clothes, and got into the shower, preparing to just get back into a new pair of pajamas, settle onto the couch, pop in the video from Dalton's video camera, and cry her eyes out.
Twenty minutes or so later, Carly was seated on the couch in the living room of the house, staring at the unmarked tape in her hands. A few soft strands of brown hair fell into her eyes, but she didn't particularly care. For a moment, she half considered calling up InStyle and telling them that she would be showing up today, instead of the lie she had told them the night before, knowing she would've been a mess the next day and would not want to work. Then, she shook her head, and hummed aloud, staring at the tape.
"Feels like I'm drowning
I'm screaming for air
Louder I'm crying and you don't even care."
A knock at the front door startled her, and Carly raised one eyebrow through her tears, wondering who could possibly be there to disturb her and her brother. She set the tape down on an end table, and got up, dusting off her shorts, and wiping at her eyes until she was sure nothing was around her eyes but puffiness and redness. She headed over to the door, and flung it wide open, half-expecting to see her mother standing there with a box of tissues and an apple pie. But what she saw startled her even more, and made her second guess her sanity.
"Wade?"