yeah, Kat is a new charachter in this story. Suprisingly enough she's modeled after a friend of mine, Kat.xx on here. (lol sarcasm, but she is.)

so, yeah. here it goeees.

love ya, livi

Nick.

She's been one 4 months. I haven't spoken a word since. I started to play guitar again, but never sang to any of the songs. Joe and Kevin are constantly trying to get me to talk. It doesn't work.

Ashley was getting big, and now staying at our house with Kevin. She and him were such a happy couple. I knew they were going to be happy for their lives. I also knew they both missed Izzy very much. We all did.

Joe was as strange as usual. He went through girlfriends and girlfriends ranging from our actress friend Chelsea, to Mikayla, to a girl he met on the beach, and this singer we know named Jordan. All of them broke up with him. Joseph had terrible luck with girls.

Izzy's dad and Ashlee did get married, but the wedding was changed drastically. As close to eloping as possible. I figured he just didn't want to be more pressured than he already was. He was still looking for Izzy.

Miley and Zac are still together, as well as Sarah and Oliver. I hadn't seen them much over the past few weeks.

Its summer now, and school has ended. I spend a lot of time sitting on the beach alone or in my room playing guitar alone. Its lonely.

I'm sitting in my room right now. I'm reading a book Izzy gave me to read that I never attempted until now. Suddenly there was a short knock on the door and Kevin and Joe came in. I sighed. They both sat down near my bed on chairs. Kevin gave me a disconcerting look.

"How are you feeling?" Joe asked. I shrugged in response.

"Nick, Its been four months. You have to talk to us sometime…" Kevin said. I sighed and shook my head. "Mom and dad have been talking about us. They said it would be good for you to try having a show. Maybe it'll get you back into the rhythm of things." He finished. I sighed.

He was right. I wanted to perform so badly. It would be good for me. I looked up to them and nodded.

"Really?!" Joe asked. I smiled at them and nodded. I still wasn't ready to talk, but maybe I could sing…

--

Izzy.

Kat and I had grown closer. She and I would go through tough beatings everyday. Sometimes he'd go further. He scares me so much. He's raped us both. Kat twice. Me once. I've never felt worse. I want to leave. I want to be found. Sometimes we try breaking the only window in the attic. Somehow, it never breaks.

I cry a lot. We both do. Sometimes I feel like I shouldn't cry anymore cause I've cried so much. Like I've used all of the liquid in my body. But I keep crying.

I've gone into multiple diabetic comas, that I eased myself out of harshly. Kat helps keep him away from me when I'm unconscious. She and I survived off of the food he gives us, which wasn't very much. He gave us two pillows and one blanket that just fit comfortably over the two of us.

It was hard. I had many times thought about giving up, but I know Kat needed me. I needed her as well.

Its late at night. Neither of us are sleeping. We're just sitting here. Its warmer now. Cooler in the nights. I've never really spent much time in the north, especially since we're in Canada, and I wasn't use to how cold it was. Kat was. She said that she had lived in Canada all her life, but she was born in Maine. We got to know each other well. She and I just barley survived.

Kat had told me about her family. She had a older sister who was at college by a performing arts scholarship at Temple in Philadelphia. Both of her parents were dead from a house fire a year earlier. She was currently (supposed) living with an abusive uncle, who she hated.

I told her about my mom, and my dad and Ashlee. And then about everything that happened between Nick and I, and me and my friends. I told her about everything. Our days were filled with weak spoken conversation that kept us from going insane.

It was hard.

--

Nick.

I stood backstage next to Kevin. I still hadn't spoken. I was waiting 'til we got onstage for me to sing. I was so nervous and so not ready. I took a few deep breaths. Kevin turned to me and smiled.

"Ready, Nick?" He asked. I shrugged and nodded. I wasn't though. He sighed. "Still aren't talking?" He asked. I shrugged again. "You know once we're onstage, you gotta sing, right?" He asked. I nodded. He sighed.

Uncle Matt came up to us and said it was time to go on. We nodded and I got my guitar. Kevin started playing the song and we went onstage. The crowd went crazy. I smiled weakly. I started to play. Joe started to sing. He finished his verse and he nodded to me. I opened my mouth to sing but nothing came out. Joe turned to me as everyone kept playing. He looked at me and mouthed 'SING!' I nodded. I tried to sing again. Nothing came out. I turned to Joe and Kevin who were staring at me wide eyed. I tried speaking. My mouth moved inaudibly. Everyone stopped playing and Joe came over to me.

"Nick! What's wrong? Just Sing!" He cried out. I opened my mouth again and nothing came out. I felt everything go wrong. Joe sighed and grabbed a mic. "Hold on everybody. We'll be right back." He said. He grabbed my arm and pulled me backstage. Kevin followed. They both turned to me.

"Nick, what are you doing!?" Kevin asked in a serious voice. I shrugged nervously, looking down at my shoes. I looked around and saw a notebook sitting on a table near us. I grabbed it and a pen and scribbled down my response.

I don't know what's going on. I'm trying to sing, but its not working!

I handed it to Kevin and he looked up to me.

"Try again." He said. I nodded and opened my mouth to speak. Nothing came out. I looked up to Joe and Kevin nervously.

"So… you can't speak!?" Joe asked. I nodded. I took the notebook back and wrote something down.

We have to finish the concert. Joe can sing my parts.

I gave it to them and Joe sighed.

"Nick, I can't sing all of your parts! You have a higher voice than me!" I shrugged.

"Joe, you have to. We can't just not finish the show!" Kevin said. Joe sighed and nodded.

I was so upset.

--

6 months and I'm starting to loose hope. We went to the hospital and the doctor couldn't figure out why I couldn't speak. I had tried everyday for those two months to talk again, but it never worked. Before I didn't want to talk. Now, I couldn't.

My hair was getting insanely long. My mom suggested we get it trimmed. I told her that I just wanted to cut it off. Very, very short. It didn't look terrible but, it wasn't me. I didn't care. I wasn't me anymore. My curls were gone, and I didn't act the same. I was even more shy. I backed out on doing everything.

I see Pete ever once and a while. He and Ashlee are happy, or at least as happy as they could be for how much they missed Izzy. Ashlee is pregnant. They said about four months. I was happy for them, but I knew seeing each other made us miss Izzy even more than we already did.

Ashley is huge. She's having the baby soon. Kevin said she was about 8 months. They were great together. Seeing them made me miss Izzy and having her with me. I think she would be able to help me with my voice problems.

Every few days we had a concert where Joe would sing all of the songs. I could tell it was burning him out. We hadn't told anyone that I lost my voice. Tons of people asked why I wasn't singing and I wasn't talking. We ignored the questions.

Today we were having a interview at a radio station. I was so nervous.

"So, today in the studio, we have the JONAS BROTHERS!" JoJo said. He looked at us. "So, why don't you introduce yourselves…" He said.

"Well, I'm Kevin."

"I'm Joe, and Nick's here too." He said.

"Ok, so I guess I should start off by asking the one question that everyone has been asking. Nick, why aren't you talking?" He asked. I shrugged. He gave me a confused look. I turned to Kevin and Joe to my left.

"Nick had some problems with his voice." Kevin said.

"Problems? What, like…strep?" JoJo asked.

"Um… we don't know exactly, but… for some reason He just lost his voice." Joe said.

"Really? How long ago?"

"About six months ago was when it started, but we went to the doctor's about two months ago after we realized he actually just couldn't talk." Kevin said.

"Wow. Well, that's a bad thing, isn't it…"

"Yeah. Nick's been miserable."

"I'm sure. I mean, he was kind of the start of all this, wasn't he?"

"Yeah. Nick started singing when he was about… 5? Yeah, 5 or 6." Kevin said. I sighed and took off my headphones. I hated this. Kevin turned to me. "Nick…" He said. I shrugged. I took out my notebook and wrote down my answer. I threw it over to him.

I'm just a backup guitarist now.

They both looked at me as I leaned against the wall, crossing my arms.

--

Kevin.

I had marked seven months. Ashley was having her babies now. I was standing in the delivery room with her. She squeezed my hand. She was sweating a lot. I tried cooing her, but she was in so much pain.

"Oh my god, Kevin Jonas, I hate you!" she screamed at me. I yelped in pain as she squeezed my hand tighter.

"I'm so sorry…" I said quietly to her.

After another few hours of screaming and pain, hers and mine, she actually gave birth.

"Congratulations, Mr. and Mrs. Jonas. it's a girl!" The doctor said to us. Ashley took a deep breath. She let up on my hand and held it gently. I smiled at her as the doctor came to my side with the baby. I gave her to Ashley who almost burst into excited tears. We both looked at her. She was a beautiful baby girl swaddled in a white cloth. She looked a lot like Ashley. She had my eyes. I was infinitely enticed by her. She was beautiful. She had dark curls. She was amazing.

A few hours later, Ashley and I were sitting in her hospital room. She was holding the baby.

"So… What should we name her?" I asked.

"I was thinking about that." She said. She looked up to me. "Isabella Lillian." She said. I grinned and looked down at her.

"Its perfect."

Izzy was with us again.

--

Nick.

I had met Kevin's daughter. They named her after Izzy. I loved that. It made me feel like we didn't loose her. She was adorable, and looked exactly like Ashley and Kevin. She had the Jonas brown eyes and Ash's smile. They decided to follow in Izzy's footsteps by calling her Lilly as a nick name. She had brown curls like Kevin.

Kevin and Ashley were adorable together. The three of them made a adorable family, living in Kevin's room for now. Kevin was looking into finding a apartment soon.

I missed Izzy even more.

I kept my hair short.

I played backup in the band. Kevin sang a little more, and Joe sang a ton.

My life was becoming a boring pop song, and everyone was singing along