I'm so sorry how late this is but stupid school started and I've been loaded with work! I tried to make it a little longer :) And i'll try and get next chapter in soon. Hope you like it!
Cassidy P.O.V
Time goes on people change, people die, hearts break, hearts heal. That's the way of life isn't it? So why isn't it moving? Why isn't the cycle happening? Why are we all stuck like this? Why do we have to suffer because of someone else's mistake? Why do we have to suffer from everyone's mistakes! We'd finally gotten on track! We were finally going to walk again but now were alive again. I've never seen my brother in so much pain, so much frustration, so much misery, and so much happiness. He's alive again but is it right? Would it have been better if we were still dead, numb, but moving?
It was the third day of nothing and I was walking through the hallways of our little house. My perfect hair kept falling in my face no matter how many times I tucked it back. I touched my eyes feeling that itchy uncomfortable feeling. All that remained of my tears. I couldn't cry no matter how much I wanted not even cry for him. He trusted me. Nick loved me enough to take that risk. He thought, no knew I wouldn't let him die, but his hope was wasted. My hands bawled into fists, nails scraping my granite skin with the force to dent a ship. The same skin he called beautiful. Don't cry. He told me. I wanted to more than he would ever know. Don't be sad, easier said than done. Keep smiling, only on the outside. Keep living. How could I possibly live if I was already dead? How could I even hope to feel anything if he wasn't living with me? But still everyday I had to keep up my happy go lucky little charade. I became what Ian needed, what everyone expected. I said what any sister should say did what any other person would do. A permanent mask locking up my every dirty little secret, feeling, regret. Nick I died. So how come when she comes into my life I feel a little spark in my shriveled up heart. Was it because she's like you, because I've never had a little sister, maternal instincts? I don't know how she edged her way into our lives or why my heart is pretending to beat. Is it because now I, we finally have a reason to live?
I stopped hearing my shoes grip the wooded floor. My hair fell over my eyes, I didn't bother to brush it away. No. I'm not going to let this continue. I whipped around in the opposite direction running so fast everything was a blur. I threw the door open. There they were. She was huddled in his arms hiding again. He was perfectly content with that. "Get up." My tone was harsh, stronger than I expected. Ian looked up sending me a warning glare his teeth clenched. Bella flinched but didn't lift her face from his chest. "I said get the fuck up." I yanked her from his arms. Her shield lit bright sparks around us, it burned. Ian jumped up about to take her back but I punched him hard in the gut. He was paralyzed for a minute trying to gain back his useless habit of breathing. But that was all I needed. Her head was still bent down but her body shook with more helpless sobs. I slapped her. "Fight back damn it!" I shrieked between sobs. She stared shocked gripping her cheek. "You need to find this person so much prove it! Did he mean nothing to you or are you just a pathetic weakling!" Something clicked. "What are you going to do wallow in self pity for the rest of eternity? You're trash!" Ian screamed as I through punch after punch. He was almost there when she caught my fist. Her eyes held so much pain but were made of steal. "I am going to fight." She whispered her voice breaking. I pushed harder not giving in. Ian just stared he hadn't heard her voice in so long. "You're going to what?" I mocked. She flung her fist at my cheek flying me across the room. "I'm going to fight back!" She yelled running in to my embrace sobbing dry tears of relief. "You're damn right about that." I laughed feeling that annoying itch in my eyes, finally time's moving again.