Disclaimer: I own nothing/no one except the plot.
My eyes shot open. I hate this, ever since rumors that Nick was in the hospital were spreading around, I kept dreaming about him.
Making up weird stories in my head. Today, it was I was in an airport and went to Denny's.
He was there, being snooty. Yesterday I dreamt that I went to the mall and he tripped me.
I feel too scared to call, I feel like someone will yell at me, a brother, or even him. Maybe Selena.
Oh shut up Miley! I grabbed my remote and groggily pulled myself up from under the covers. I turned on the TV, which was like always, set to E!.
"Breaking news," a woman said, "rumors are spreading that Nick Jonas of the beloved Jonas Brothers is in a diabetic coma. Sources close to the Jonas family quote 'We tried to keep this from the media, but we knew too many of his dear fans would be worried.'"
I stopped breathing, dropping the remote not to mention my jaw.
"Mommy!" I screamed in tears. In seconds, she was running into my room.
"What's wrong?" She asked worried.
"Nick, there's a rumor, I don't know if it's true, oh my Lord, mom they say he's in a diabetic coma." I said franticly, grasping my pillow tightly.
"Did you call them?" Mom asked.
"No," I said slowly.
"Did you even think about calling them when the rumor about Nick being in the hospital spread?" Mom asked.
"Yes," I said, "I was afraid of calling. Last time I tried to call them in general, Kevin yelled at me, telling me to leave them alone and I was no longer Nick's or their family's friend- let alone family." I said sniffling.
"I know you're scared, baby girl, but you won't get over the fear if you don't face it. You love Nick, don't wait so long that your time is gone, you're chance has slipped away." Mom said handing me my phone. "Call the Jonases, Miley."
She got up and walked out. With my fingers shaking, I dialed Joe's number.
It rang for about 6 times until a scratchy voice came on to the phone. "Hello?" Joe asked.
"Hi." I said petrified.
"Miley?" He asked, his tone getting rough.
"Yeah, it's me…" I said clutching my pillow.
"Nick's fine, you don't have to worry. Remember? You aren't a part of this family anymore, so even if Nick wasn't okay it's not your place to worry." The phone went silent. I heard the dial tone.
I threw my phone at the chair and started bawling.
I remember when we used to be so close, now he is telling me I'm not family.
I grabbed the phone I just threw and went out my back door.
I didn't know where I was going, but I had to get away.
I ran down the sidewalk, it felt endless. I was running so fast, I felt weightless.
I collapsed, I felt helpless. The rest was just black, I was out of it.
-
I slowly opened my eyes, which were now set on a hospital room.
"Mommy?" I asked turning my head. I didn't see her, but I heard a small voice.
"She went to the cafeteria to get coffee." The voice said.
I turned my head again and saw Kevin Jonas sitting in a chair.
"W-what are you doing here…" I said sitting up.
"I saw your mom in the waiting room and she asked me to come in here, keep an eye on you, she needed to get some coffee, clear her mind." He said.
"Why are you here anyway?" I asked.
"N-N-Nick," Kevin stuttered.
"So the rumors are true…" I said quietly.
"Yeah," He said.
"Why aren't you with him?" I asked.
"Look, will you stop asking questions?" Kevin snapped.
"Sorry," I said turning the other way.
"I'm sorry, okay?" Kevin sighed. "I'm not in the mood."
Complete silence.
"I need to know something," I said breaking it, then pausing in fear, "why? Why do you and your family hate me so much?"
Kevin rolled his eyes and got up. "I'm going to go get your mom." He said shaking his head, then walking out.
I was left alone, my question not answered, doubt it ever will.
-
It's been two weeks since I saw Kevin and I'm still haunted.
We were in the car on our way to a funeral.
I kept sniffling because I couldn't breath out of my nose at all from crying so much.
I was playing with my phone when we pulled into the church.
"Miles, are you ready?" Mom asked.
I sighed and nodded my head, putting away my phone.
I opened the door from the back seat and was, as always, on display.
I was being swarmed by paparazzi, who were asking me if I was crying.
I kept nodding say no, but they continued questioning me.
I had on my huge sunglass to hide my face, so people would start rumors if I had just one tear.
I ran my hand through my straightened hair in stress.
I hated when I had to do something personal and these stalkers followed me.
The only thing I hate about being a celebrity is being attacked by paparazzi.
We got to the church doors and walked in.
As I walked in, one of the paparazzi yelled out, "I'm sorry for your loss Miley!"
"Thank you." I said turning around.
Mom put her arm around me and dad held my hand.
Noah was behind me, with Braison and Trace and Brandi was behind them.
"He was so young mommy." I said biting my lip.
"I know baby girl, I know." She said sitting down, me following.
Everyone slid in to the isle and sat down.
I looked around, then realized I was the only one crying.
His family was being so strong, they weren't shedding a tear.
His mom looked like she had been crying for days.
I'm sure I do too.
When I found out, I cried so bad that I still have a migraine.
My cheeks were still stained from crying the past 3 nights.
I'm surprised I haven't run out of tears.
I fiddled around with a bracelet on my wrist and then a man started talking.
"We're gathered here today to celebrate the life of and put to rest Nicholas Jerry Jonas." He said.