Authors note: This chapter made me sad when I typed it up; but not as sad as my English exam made me. I had to write about something important so I chose something really depressing and I actually cried…

I keep forgetting to include these; Disclaimer: I don't own harvest moon.

Chelsea's P.O.V

So I realised that he meant it when he said he wouldn't budge. I could either lie my way out of this or tell parts of the truth.

"What do you want to know?" I mumbled nervously, biting my lip.

"Firstly, I want you to explain to me the whole screaming thing. You personally don't look like the type to be capable to pull something like that off." He raised his eyebrows quickly before rolling his eyes a little at me.

"I was angry. Everyone on this island has this happy go lucky, if something goes wrong it's okay we can just shrug it off and act like it never happened attitude, which irritates me so bad. I know they're good people but they make me feel like an outcast sometimes."

It felt strange confessing this to someone I barely knew. Ah well… sometimes things happen for a reason.

"And then you come along, completely ignoring everything I say. I was already in a bad mood and you happened to make it worse." I shifted uncomfortably before carrying on, "I'm sorry if anything I said on the beach upset you. I didn't mean it, everything just blurted out accidently. I said way more than I should have too, about me changing and other stuff…" I trailed off.

"You don't need to apologise." He said, looking just as uncomfortable as I felt.

"Are you done asking questions yet?"

"Nope, I've only asked one, besides it's the least you can do." He added slyly.

"fine." I huffed. "Let me guess. You want to know what I meant by how I nearly killed someone and wasn't even sure if they're alive. I'm guessing you also want to know about what I meant when I fucked up and stuff right?" I felt a small frown emerge from my face as I watched him slowly nod slightly. "Right, this is going to take a while, okay? And If I start to cry don't expect me to carry on for a while."

"okay." He mumbled.

"Don't think you can just ignore me after this either. I was trying to be friendly earlier and I screwed up."

He glanced at me as if signalling for me to carry on.

"Well… I uh… it was my brother I almost killed." I blurted out.

"It was a season before I came to the island; he still hadn't woken up. It was one of the last days of autumn; the reds and oranges of the trees had flitted down and covered the ground. One of our favourite things to do when we were little was to jump in the piles that dad had created, listening to the crunch and crackling sound the leaves made. Anyway, I was brushing up the last cow, asking her how she was doing and telling her how good she was. Talking to animals always calms me a little. Mark came storming into the barn, demanding we go and do something, now the farm work was done. Like always, I was a killjoy and repeatedly said no; this wound him up further and so he pulled the puppy dog eyes on me, he always used them when he couldn't get his own way, and I just gave in. I was dragged over to his car and we went on a little journey, to a place we always went, the beach. It must have been about 8 in the evening when we left to go back home. The wind had picked up and the first signs of snow began to trickle out from the clouds, adding a frosty, glimmering new coat to everything." I could feel the tears about to resurface. I quickly glanced at him to make sure he was paying full attention before I continued. "Even though it was only a small amount of snow it happened to turn the roads pretty damn icy. Mark asked me to text his girlfriend Karen for him and I refused grumpily, I didn't like her at all. That was the worst thing I could have done because then… he reached over and tickled me, removing his hands from the steering wheel for less than a minute, he carried on tickling me until I screeched… bbuut. But then it was too late. The car had slipped on a particularly icy spot and swerved onto the other side of the road, straight into an oncoming lorry; a big white lorry with a man who wasn't paying any attention to anything but his bloody phone. The car was badly damaged, mainly on the drivers' side, as we had been slammed into several trees, also falling into a ditch. When people found us we were both unconscious. All I can remember was the panic shrill of voices and then people rushing everywhere. I had a few injuries from the accident but it was the Mark who came out worse." I stopped, hearing my voice quiver slightly and break as if I were about to cry. "Because Mark had internal injuries he was put into a medical induced coma. I couldn't deal with the added stress my parents placed on me or all the blame and so I left before he woke up… or… died. Nobody knows where I am. I just slipped into the night. I am a terrible human. What sort of sister leaves her brother to fend for himself? What sort of person leaves someone so close to them behind when he may be on his death bed?" I felt the warmth of a hand wiping away a couple of tears from my face and smiled. "I know what you're probably thinking: I'm so stupid. I'm an idiot. I'm selfish. I'm pathetic. Urgh." I glanced up at him quickly.

"Stop insulting yourself." He murmured. "Why did they blame you anyway?"

"Because I was the one who woke up first; besides Mark was the best and I was the kid on the side, not really wanted much." I sighed thinking of Mark. 'I wonder if he ever woke up… it's been a season and a half since I left. I wonder if they're worried about me?' I quickly shook my thoughts out of my head. "I changed for the better because the girl I was before did a lot of stupid, unreasonable things that made people hate me… a lot. After the accident I had nowhere to turn to, so I came here in the hope that, maybe others will accept me instead." A silence fell down on us before I said: "don't think I'm saying anything else now. Please don't tell anyone else, you're the only one I've spoken to about this. Don't make me regret it." I pleaded.

I watched as he stood up and walked over to my bed. He picked the photo up and came and sat next to me again. I resisted the temptation to tell him to put the photo down.

"Is this Mark? He asked, cocking his head slightly to the side.

"Mhm, yep."

"who's the girl?"

I snatched the photo out of his hand and cradled it slightly before returning it to its proper place.

"That girl looked a lot like you, same eyes and freckled face." He said again.

"Oh, her, that just Claire." I shrugged.

"Claire?"

"Yeah. No one important." I shrugged. 'If he didn't realise that Claire was me then I probably sounded like a harsh bitch about her right now. He didn't need to know who Claire was. She IS no one important; someone in the past.'

"It's getting pretty late out, shouldn't you be going to Mirabelle's?"

"Will you be alright by yourself?" he asked. Was that concern I heard in his voice… wow.

"Maybe. Who cares?" I shrugged, acting cold like he did before.

Vaughn's P.O.V

I couldn't believe Chelsea had so many different layers to her. I would have never of thought that she of all people had gone through that sort of stuff. She hides everything too easily. I felt bad leaving her on her own after that though. I took a slow stroll to Mirabelle's place. It was already past 12 so I knew that the door would be locked, just like always. I rummaged in my pockets for my key. Dammit. They were in my room, I can clearly remember leaving them behind earlier, promising myself that I wouldn't be out long. I couldn't exactly disturb Mirabelle she'd kill me. Third time this month. Right… I made my way back to Chelsea's farm. I knocked on the door and waited.

"oh, hey Vaughn, I thought you were going to bed." She asked, yawning. I felt totally embarrassed standing there as she was already in pj's- very revealing ones.

"I was but she uh, locked me out and seeing as I left my key behind I have nowhere to stay…" I reached for the tip of my hat, pulling it down over my face as I blushed slightly.

"Oh, well, come on in then. Here you can have my bed. I don't have anything for you to change into though." She gestured to what she was wearing, "these are Julia's, I only brought a change of clothes with me when I left and I haven't brought many items since. Sorry." She looked up at me with big glassy blue eyes.

"it's fine, don't worry about it. I'm not sleeping in your bed though."

"Why not?"

"Because I'm perfectly fine on the couch."

She chucked me a couple of blankets and a pillow before tip-toing over to the light switch.

"Night Vaughn, I'm really sorry about today, anyway I'll see you tomorrow. Night."

"Night." I grunted, before settling down. It wasn't long before she started snoring. I listened to her peacefully, encouraging me to sleep.

Authors note: I hope it was okay? I wasn't really in the mood to add anything else. Sorry for the super long paragraph, there was so much speech D: Thanks for reading guys! :3