AN: Hey y'all. Here's chapter 3.
Wally dug through the photo albums, searching for anything that could help him cope with this sadness.
He found the picture and let it soak in. He had forgotten how similar the two of them had looked.
It was the two of them together. One of those posed, fake pictures you get at a big time photography joint. The long forgotten day came back to him. His mom had cleaned the two of them up. Bought them nice clothes and everything. It was as if she knew time was running out. She needed the picture now before time ran out.
Wally had tryed to escape the torchure of getting his picture taken. Nicki had wallowed in it. She had always loved the spotlight. But could you blame her? With a face like hers, she couldn't help but need attention.
Her sun blonde hair had been parted into two perfect pigtails. Make up had been traced on her, as if to perfect perfection. Her smile shone. It was as if, for that picture at least, she was normal. A completly healthy child.
Wally put the picture in his pocket. He discovered another picture on the ground, one which had fallen out of the album.
He grew sick to his stomach. He didn't want to remember that day. Anything but that.
He ripped the photo into tiny pieces and ran out of the basement and outdoors. He didn't care if the treehouse was empty. He was going home.
AN: Really short, I know. Next chapter will be longer. I promise. And less vague. Oh yeah, Nicki is a character I made up.