Chapter 3 June 5th 2009
Miley POV
I remeber back to the first day I got to KNOW Nick..
June 5th Summer 2009
God, I don't belive there is a god. If there is hes evil, and tortures people. God supposed to help you! Love you be there when no one else is. I have no one now, I hate him for taking her away.
"Why me!" I screamed in the pouring ran, repeating it over and over as I spun in cicles. Letting my makeup run down my face and my clothes get soaked wet, along with my hair. The worlds not fair, I could've saved her! I could've saved her, and you let her die. It was not her time.
"It wasn't her time!" I cried, finally letting myself collapse on the hard wet ground. By this time I couldn't tell which were my tears,and which were the rain. I lay here carless, because I don't care. I don't care if a car comes and hits me, and kills me. Better me than my mother she was an amazing women. I never gave food to the homeless, or associated with people in the neighborhood, I didn't even know my neighbors names. I never adopted children, and talked to a man, and stoped that man from jumping off a building.
"What are you doin?" I hear someone asking me. I don't even look to see who it is at this point i honestly dont care. All I know is there standing in the pouring rain waiting for me to say something.
"Waiting for death" I finally responded. I looked up then and saw Nicholas Gray. He didn't have that smirk like he usaully does, he was being guienuine.
"Let me help you up" He reached for my hand. I shook my head and stood upmyself.
"I don't want you to touch me" I cried, spilling my heart out, "I don't want anyone to touch me"
He nodded his head like he understood, but it was obvioius he didn't. The difference between him and everyone else, is that he doesent even try to care. He just acts as if I'm another person with a loss, its not all fake.
"I lost my brother a year ago" he said not looking at me. At that point I didn't know what to say. "His name was Kevin, commited suicide" We were walking under a shelter now, and I noticed he started lighting a cigarette.
"Why?" I asked. Why would anyone want to die. Why would someone kill themselves, when theres people who don't need to die everyday.
He was pissed, "Why." He smirked, "Because he was gay, and nobody could accept it, not his friends my parents, or me" He looked at me with suffer. Throwing the ciggarette on the ground
"Maybe I should try suicide" I said numbly. He gave me a look that sent chills through my spine.
"Suicide isn't funny", he paused. "I don't know what your going through, bad breakup, girl drama, whatever. But don't you dare say suicide is the answer." He wasn't yelling as expected, he was calm, and tierd.
"Its not anything like that" I screamed. He laughed, and I slapped him in the face. His eyes went wide and I smirked. My hands smacked into his jaw a second time, and I went amaing for a third time, when he reached out stopped my hands and twisted them behind my back.
First time I every realized what Nick was capable of. I wasn't afraid, just frusterated. I've barley said a sentence to him, and now he thinks he knows me? I watched him let me go easily, and walk away without a word. I tried to speak, but nothing came out. I would say I got to know Nick, atleaset a side I've never knew before.