Here is Angie's point of view now. This chapter is really sad! I am not going to be shy, I cried writing this chapter.

Trigger Warnings: PTSD, swearing, violence

November 25th: the day I will never forget. The day I watched the blood pour from my brothers ribs, onto the cold cement.

"I will see you on the other side" Phillip says, wearily.

Francis kisses him. He closes his eyes. I can't do anything. I sit still. I feel tears stream down my face. Phillip stops breathing.

I hug my brother's body, his dead, cold, lifeless body. I put my face into his chest and scream. I keep my arms wrapped tightly around him. His chest feels buff like it always is.

For a second I think he is alive. We lie in his bed as he tells me stories of random things he makes up. Then, I realise he is dead; I feel his blood soak through my sweater. I lift my face. Francis sits still looking at him. She keeps her hand on his cheek, where it was when we sank to our knees.

"What happened?" I look up. A young woman stands on the sidewalk. She runs over to us and take out her phone. "Do you want me to call 911?"

"Go ahead," I say in monotone. "He is dead anyway."

She takes her phone out, Francis stands up and wipes her face. I stand up and go to her. She goes to walk away, but I put my hand on her shoulder.

"Please let go of me." She says, trying to be calm.

"No, I don't want to leave you alone."

"I want to be alone." She pulls away from me.

"I don't want you to leave me alone!" Francis turns around to look at me. "I can't be alone right now!"

Francis walks over to me and hugs me tightly. I cry into her shoulder. She is much taller than me, but much shorter than Phillip i-was. Her hug feels safe and warm. I listen to her heart beat. She keeps her hands on my waist.

Oh shit, I think I am falling for her.

I quickly let go of Francis and look back at Phillip. The woman puts her hand over the speaker of her phone.

"The Coroner and the police are coming," she says, walking over to us. "The police want to know where you guys live."

I go to tell her we don't live together, when Francis speaks up. "467 Creekwood road."

I look down at Phillip again, then down towards my hands. They are stained in Phillip's blood, same as my sweater.

I hear the wailing of sirens get closer and closer. I watch the light dance across Phillip's body.

I suddenly feel lightheaded, having to stumble back and sit down, dragging my back down the wall. Francis sits down beside me, probably not lightheaded though. I lean my head on her shoulder and she brushes her fingers through my hair. The sudden move sends chills up my spine.

"I always use to do this to Phillip," she says. "When he was asleep and I was awake I would play with his hair," her voice becomes shaky. "Your hair reminds me of his." She covers her mouth and begins crying again.

"I lied to Phillip," I say, tears welling in my eyes. "I said I was okay even though I wasn't. I just didn't want him to worry. I, uh, broke up with my girlfriend. Why the fuck would I lie to Phillip! It was one of the last things I said!" I start to cry. "I should have told him the truth, maybe he wouldn't have gone."

I look back at Phillip as the police officers come over. Phillip's face is pale, his chest sunken, then I realise that I won't ever see his beautiful, light brown eyes again.

I look at the driveway. I walk slowly up to the door. I touch the doorknob and open it slowly. I walk into the house. For the first time since I can remember, everyone is quiet. No whispers, no yelling, no movement.

I look at Mom while she sits in the living room with a box of tissues. I close the door to the house. Mom looks up at me: face blotchy and eyes puffy. She stands up and walks to me. She wraps her arms around me and mine around her. She cries and doesn't even try to hide it. I cry too. We rock each other back and forth lightly.

"H-how long have you known?" I ask after a little while.

"The police came half an hour ago" Mom whispers.

"Does anyone else know?"

"Alexander was the one who answered the door."

"Do you know if Dad knows?"

"No, I had to give the police Mr. Laurens' address. He should know where your father is." Mom lets go of me.

"I-I am going to bed."

I walk upstairs and into my room. I lie down on my bed, flat on my stomach. I won't be able to get to sleep tonight.

"Are you okay, Angie" Phillip asks, walking closer to me.

I look at him. We are both little kids again. No worries, no knives, no bullies, no death.

Phillip sits down beside me.

"No," I wipe my face. "You're gone, Phillip. You aren't coming back.

"W-what do you mean? I am sitting right here with you." He wraps his arms around me in a soothing hug. "I would never leave you alone."

I close my eyes. The ground suddenly feels cold and my hands wet. I open my eyes. Phillip's dead body lies on the ground in front of me. Of course, my hands are soaked in blood.

"Phillip? Please don't close your eyes, please don't leave me." I hold my hands tight to the knife wound on his side. I try to keep my hands steady, but they keep slipping. I curse under my breath. Phillip starts closing his eyes. "Phillip, please don't leave me, please stop dying! I need you!"

I open my eyes and scream. Mom sits on the side on my bed. I quickly sit up and hug her. I cry into her shoulder.

"He is gone, Mom!" I cry. "I don't believe it, but I can't help but see his body in front of me!"

I keep Mom tight in my arms.

"I heard you talking in your sleep. I just wanted to make sure you were okay," Mom sighs. "I am going to make breakfast for your siblings."

"Can I go to school?"

"A-are you sure you can go?"

"I will be fine."

I let Mom go. She stands up and walks out of my room.

I slump down the stairs with my backpack in my hands. I look into the dining room. Everyone sits around the table except Alexander and me. For a second I feel like I see Phillip sitting in his chair. I shake my head.

"Mommy," Eliza says. "Where is Phillip? He is going to be late for school."

I feel tears well up in my eyes. I open the front door and slam it behind me. I wipe my face, forbidding tears to roll down my cheeks.

I put my hands into my pockets. I make sure I don't step on the cracks while I walk down the street (I don't know why I do that, but to if I step in the crack I have to go back and start walking again).

Before I know it, I get to the school. I look up at the American flag: half massed. Everyone will know about a death, though they may not know who it is.

I watch everyone walk passed me; they all stare. Some look at me then put their head down, but almost all of them whisper to one another. I walk down to my locker and bang my head against the door.

"Hey, Angie," I look to my right. Stephanie –my ex-girlfriend- walks up to me. "I heard what happened." I slam my hand on my locker for dramatic effect. I start to walk away. "Are you okay?"

I turn around. "Why the fuck would I be alright?! I watched my brother die! Why the fuck do you care all of a sudden?!"

"I am worried about you. I don't want anything bad to happen."

"Look around!" I put my hands up and spin in a small circle. "Bad shit has been happening to me my whole life! I just found out my father had an affair for two fucking years! My brother just died and I have to try to be the strong one for my siblings! So don't fucking worry about me, no one will ever know how I am feeling right now." I start walking again. Then, I stop. I turn back around and look at Stephanie. "Oh yeah, take all that fake caring bullshit and shove it up your ass!"

I turn back around and walk to the French classroom. Mr. Lafayette isn't here yet. Everyone stands around, talking or sitting on desks. Everyone stops doing what they are doing once they spot me walk in. They watch me while I walk to my desk. I sit down and slam my forehead on the desk, letting my curly hair hide me.

I look up and see everyone staring at me.

"Just because my brother is dead doesn't mean you have to fucking stare, or to be fucking interested" I say, looking at everyone.

"We feel bad for you." one girl says.

"Please, I have already had enough fake bullshit this morning," I say, standing up. "All of you have made fun of me once. Maybe it was the way I dress, or the way I don't care. Maybe it is the way I can stand up and say everyone in this room are assholes and not care. Oh yeah, maybe it is because I am lesbian. Guess what? I have fucking feelings on a fucking daily basis too!

"I really don't give a shit about how all the guys in this class are going to be homeless and all the girls are going to be whores. For those non binary people, good job, I always see you guys studying and working. One day, you are going to get a job and make some money."

Mr. Lafayette walks into the room. I sit back down like nothing happened. I slam my face back onto the desk and block out Mr. Lafayette's voice.

Before I know it, the bell rings. I stand up quickly and walk out of the class. My next class is Maths, but I walk away from the class.

I put my hands into my pockets and walk with my head down, looking at my feet. I hear people talk. I look up and see a group of girls pass me. I watch them walk by.

I look down at the rows of lockers. Most of the lockers have black or grey locks, but I stop at the locker with the bright orange lock: Phillip's locker.

I walk up to it and put my head on it.

"Phillip, I miss you so much," tears begin streaming down my face. "If I close my eyes you will be alive. This is all just a bad dream. You are going to be the one who wakes me up. I will probably get scared and throw a microscope at you again." I laugh a little.

I close my eyes and pinch my arm. I open my eyes. I look at the grummy floor of the school. I stand up straight and brush my fingers on Phillip's locker. I take a step back and begin walking down the hall again.

I open the door and walk outside. All I can hear is cheering from the bleachers and the cool air blow through my ears. A lot of girls sit on the bleachers watching soccer practice.

I go over to the bleachers and walk under them. I look at a pillar high up. I take a couple steps back then run forward, jumping. I grab the pillar and pull myself up. I sit down on it. I am just small enough to lie on them.

I close my eyes and the cheers slowly fade. I hear some more voices that stand out. I open my eyes and look down. George walks with a couple other people.

"I will catch up with you guys later," he says.

He walks under the bleachers near me. He leans against a pillar and takes a knife from his pocket, feeling the blade. He starts to lift up his sleeve. He looks at his watch.

I jump down from the pillar I lay on. He looks at me and quickly pulls his sleeve down. He puts the knife back into his pocket.

"You carry that as a trophy or something?" I ask, walking towards him.

"A-Angelica, you don't understand," George says, walking backwards.

I grab the collar of his shirt and push him to the ground. I kneel to his side and grab his collar again, keeping it in a tight grip.

"Angelica, I never meant for this to happen." George says.

"Just like you never meant to be an ass to everyone?" I punch him in the mouth.

"What is going on over here?" I turn around. The soccer coach, Mr. Plays –yes, that is his real name- walks under the bleachers.

"Why the fuck do you care?" I say.

"Don't talk to me like that, young lady." he says.

"Oh no!" I yell sarcastically. "I am just a little girl! I could never kick someone's puny little ass. I can't play sports or do anything except braid my friends hair! Shut the fuck up! Could you hand me that 'young lady' shit, so I can shove it up your ass myself?"

I sit in the principal's office sitting in front of his desk. He looks at some papers.

"Your mother is coming to pick you up," he says. "In the mean time, I want you to tell me why you beat up Mr. Eakar."

I stare right into his eyes. "You fucking broke my family. Why the fuck would you do that to my father?"

Mr. Reynolds just stares at me for a moment. "I am going to ask one more time, why did you beat up Mr. Eakar?" I keep staring at him. He is really pissing me off, not answering my fucking question. "What happened between you two? Did he break up with you?"

I scoff. "I would never date that fucker. If you want to know why I beat him up, you should pay attention to the news." I stand up. "My brother Phillip died yesterday! George stabbed him! I shouldn't be getting punished. George should be in fucking jail!"

"Miss Hamilton, please sit down."

"Why would I? I am already getting suspended. You haven't answered my fucking question. Plus, nothing else bad can happen to me," I hit pencils and containers off Mr. Reynolds desk. "Expel me, I don't care!"

I kick the chair I sat in. I open the door and walk out of the office. I slump in a chair outside of the office.

After a while I see Mom walk down the hall.

"Are you okay, honey?" Mom asks. "What happened?"

I stand up and walk past her. "I will be in the car."

I walk far enough away from her. People crowd the hallways. Out of everyone, I spot Francis. She walks with her head down. I walk into the big crowd and hug her. She stiffens up, then wraps her arms around me, realising who it is.

We stand in the hall for a moment. I feel a hand touch my shoulder. I let go of Francis and turn around. Mom stands behind me, she smiles. I look down and don't say anything. I walk away from everyone and out of the school.

It has been six days since Phillip died. It has been five days since I got suspended. Today is October 1st: the day of Phillip's funeral.

I lie in my bed, keeping my pillow tight in my arms. I hear a knock on my door.

"Come in" I say, my mouth in the pillow.

I hear the door open. I feel a little sinking on my bed. I turn around. Mom sits on my bed. She is in a long, black dress.

"We are leaving in an hour, okay?" Mom says, rubbing my side.

I turn back around. Mom takes the blankets off of me. My legs get cold and I curl up, putting my knees to my chest. I hear my window open. Light shines into the room.

"Come on, get up" Mom says.

I turn around. Mom stares at me: arms crossed over her chest. I hiss at her. She chuckles a little and walks out of the room. I get up and slam my door closed. I grab my robe off a shelf and put it over my shoulder.

I walk out of my room and to the bathroom. I knock on the door: no one answers. I open the door and close it behind me.

After I finish my shower, I walk back into my room, closing the door behind me. I throw my clothes into a laundry basket in the corner of my room. I go to my mirror and straighten my hair down a bit, making it look a little presentable.

I turn around and look at my bed, where a long, black dress lies flat. It has short sleeves and darker shade of black on the collar. Beside of it lays long, black, leather gloves and stockings. On the ground sits tall black heels.

I undo my robe and throw it onto a chair. I look through my drawer and grab a clean pair of underwear and a bra. I put them on, then grab the stockings. I stay standing up, putting my legs through one leg space. My foot gets stuck and I try to push it down. I lose my balance and hit the ground. I lie on the ground and look up at the ceiling. I fling my legs up and down, making small squealing noises. I sit up and blow and piece of hair up, only for it to fall back in front of my eyes.

After fifteen minutes I finally get the outfit on. I open my closet and look at myself in the full body mirror. The dress reaches my ankles, showing my heels. My black, leather gloves reach up to my sleeve (why wouldn't Mom get a long sleeved dress and give me tiny gloves?). The dress shows my curves and makes my flat chest look big.

I open the door to my room and listen to the yells downstairs. I walk to the top of the stairs. I look at Mom who is trying to do up William's suit. Eliza hangs off of Mom. I walk downstairs and take Eliza.

"You are going to wreck your dress." I say, pulling her dress down, making it straight.

Mom does up William's suit. She stands up and takes my hands.

"You look beautiful." Mom sounds like she is going to cry.

"Don't cry, Mom." I say.

"I'm trying not to," she wipes her eyes. "This is a very emotional day. Wait, you put makeup on?"

"Yeah," I blush and look at my feet. "I am doing it for Phillip. He always liked seeing me with makeup on."

I look at Mom, she smiles. "Come on guys, let's go out to the van."

She opens the door and we all walk out. I go into the front seat. Mom helps Eliza do up her seatbelt. She closes the door then gets into the drivers seat. I rest my head on the window.

We pull up to the funeral parlor. We all get out. I walk behind my family. I look at everyone going inside. Only a couple people stand out. Most of them are Dad's friends like, Mr. Lafayette, Mr. Mulligan, Mr. Washington and Mr. Burr with Theodosia.

My family walks inside the parlor. People crowd the room, but no one really talks. I see people walk up to Phillip's casket. Mom leads my siblings and I into the line.

I freeze in my tracks. "I can't do this, Mom. I can't see him."

"If you don't want to see him, you can go wait outside."

I hug Mom and walk out. I lean against the bricks of the building watching people walk inside and crowd on the lawn. I see Mr. Laurens walk up with Dad. I walk up to them, we all stop. I hug Dad, he hugs me back. The smell of green tea fills my lungs: the smell of Dad.

"When did you find out?" I ask.

"Five days ago" I let him go.

I look at Mr. Laurens. "Uh, Mr. Laurens, is there any chance that Francis came?" I ask.

"She couldn't." he says.

I nod in understanding. Dad and Mr. Laurens walk past me and into the parlor. I walk back and lean against the wall.

Mr. Burr and Theodosia walk up to the building. Theodosia keeps her arm wrapped tightly around her fathers. She looks over at me and frees her arm. She walks over to me and leans against the wall too.

"Are you doing okay?" She asks.

"Not really," I say. "D-did you hear how he died?" She stares at me blankly. "I sat by his side and watched his blood spill onto the street. I held his wound and kept him in my hands as he died. I will ever forget it, I will probably never let go of it either, so the answer is no. I am not doing okay. I will never be the same."

"I'm sorry," Theodosia whispers. "I know that we broke up, but I have never stopped loving him."

She walks back to her father and heads into the funeral parlor. I close my eyes and rapidly punch the bricks until my hands bleed.

Everyone spills out of the building soon enough. Mom and my siblings walk over to me.

"Come on," Mom says. "There are going to bring the casket to the cemetery."

"Have they brought the casket out of the building yet?" I ask.

"No, why?" I don't answer her. I run into the building. Two guys start closing the casket.

"Wait!" I yell. They both look at me. "C-can I see my brother?"

The two men look at each other and walk out of the room. I slowly walk up to the casket.

The makeup on him just makes him look like he is sleeping. His hair is done up in a ponytail. His hands stay crossed over his chest. He holds a bouquet of red roses.

"Hey, Phillip, it's me, Angie," I say. "I really miss you. I punched George the other day for you."

I pause. I wait for him to respond, then remember. "I didn't want to see you, but I couldn't help myself. All I want to do is see your brown eyes and your beaming smile again."

I start to cry.

"I just miss you. You have helped me through so much; I never ever go the chance to say that I love you, or that I care for you. I just acted like a horrible little sister. If I could take it all back, I would have defiantly done it way differently."

I put my fingers through his hair then put my hand on his.

"Please, wake up," I say. "I want you to wake up and tell me that everything is going to be okay." I wipe my fingers under my eyes, making sure my mascara won't run. "Bye, Phillip."

I start to walk away. I stop and walk back to Phillip. I hug his dead body tightly. I let go of him and look down. I take off my necklace. It is gold and has my name written on it.

You may not remember, but you got me this necklace last year."

I put his head up and put the necklace around his neck. My name sits on his chest. I turn around and walk away. I walk to the car and sit in the passenger seat. Mom starts the car and begins to drive.

We drive right behind the hearse. We drive slow. Rain sprinkles from the sky. Then, it begins to pour hard.

We park the car at the edge of the cemetery. I grab an umbrella off the ground. Everyone piles out of the car. Mom and Alexander share an umbrella, Eliza and William share one and John and James share one. Usually Phillip and I share one, but he isn't here anymore.

We walk through the gates of the cemetery, following four men who carry Phillip's casket. We follow them to his dug grave. They put the casket on a machine that is in the hole.

People crowd around. Umbrella's make a big roof for everyone. The Hamilton family goes to the front of the crowd. People put different coloured flowers on the casket. Mom and Dad each put a couple flowers into the grave. Mom leans down and whispers something. She gets up and walks back into the crowd.

After about an hour only our family is at the cemetery. Eliza, William, John, Alexander and James sit under a tree, talking. Mom and Dad stand over at the gates. I still stand in front of Phillip's grave.

I stare at his name. 'Phillip Hamilton' runs through my head. I look up at Mom and Dad. Mom takes Dad's hand. I stare at their laced fingers. I look straight as a car drives by. I look at the tree that stands at the edge of the cemetery. Francis leans against it. She wears a black hoddie and dark jeans.

I walk over to her. A small fence separates us.

"Your father said you weren't coming" I say.

Francis puts her hands deep into her pockets. "I couldn't help it," she looks behind me. "I guess your parents got back together?"

I look back at Mom and Dad, then back at Francis. Her blue eyes stand out from her dark outfit.

"Yeah, I guess" I say.

We stay silent for a moment. Francis looks down at my knuckles. "What happened?"

"I got a little mad," I reply. "You know how I told you I broke up with my girlfriend when Phillip died?"

"Yeah, why?" She looks right into my eyes.

"As you guessed, I am lesbian." I rub the back of my neck.

"Yeah, I guessed."

"Francis, I really like you." I talk fast. I fiddle with my hair.

"I-I'm sorry," Francis says. "I am not ready to move on," I nod quickly, biting my lip. "B-but I guess you are kind of cute."

"Shut up," I look down at my feet. Francis quickly kisses me on the cheek. I blush furiously. "I have to do something. I will be back, okay?"

Francis nods. I walk back over to Phillip's grave.

"Phillip," I say. "You made Francis promise before you died to never forget you. I want you to be happy. I will make sure we will remember you. I will make her happy, you can trust me on that."

I feel a hand on my shoulder. I look back. Francis stands behind me. I stand up and lean my head on her shoulder. We look down at Phillip's grave.

Six days ago was the day I broke up with my girlfriend, the first day I talked to Francis Laurens, and the day of my brother's death. Five days ago I punched George Eakar and developed a crush on Francis Laurens. Today is the day of my brother's funeral and the day Francis kissed me. Even in the darkest times you can find a little light.

I finished! I am happy, but really sad too. I loved writing this fanficiton, but I am glad that it is finally over. I am probably going to be posting another fanfiction soon. Hopefully, if there are any Maximum Ride fans out there, I will be writing a fanfiction of it soon. I just need to finish the books. I still have four more to go. Well, I am quarter way through Fang, but whatever. Anyway, I am really glad you enjoyed this story. Thank you to all my fans, even though there aren't a lot. I thank my friends who are nice enough to read it, and thanks to my sister who edits this fanfic. You will have to edit my new one soon. Getting off topic again, Jean! Anyway, thank you so much!