Roses at Midnight 18
Author Note: Nikki, you're always going to be amazing/strong. It does a lot of people good, including myself, to care about what human beings have done to this world. Bless you, sister
P.S. As a special gift, you get four updates tonight. Love you, girl :)
Bring me to life...
In her state, there was music playing in her mind. She numbly felt her body being moved, somebody touching her face as something wet mixed in with the blood on both of her cheeks, but her concentration stayed on the music she remembered. She'd first heard the song on Miss Nikki's iPod, on a summer day where her mother figure was out on a jog and she was left to herself. This song was by a lady with a beautiful, high voice, just like Miss Nikki's.
Miss Nikki...
Her name made the youth stirr with curiousity and worry. She hoped that she wouldn't be punished; she didn't mean for any of this to happen. She shuddered inwardly at the memory of the men's hands all over her tiny, helpless body; the images tainted her thoughts and made her stomach jerk violently. If she could, she'd throw up again, but her insides felt empty and her body felt violated.
Save me...
She could not even begin to describe how she felt.
Ever since the lost of her innocent, beautiful little sister, Nikki had sworn completely off of love and caring. She was severely depressed and became just as suicidal, and as time wore on, her attempts failed. She slowly weened herself off of the drugs an the endless torture, allowing herself to start singing/dancing/exercising. She kept her mind off of what the world was becoming; she went to therapy and let other peopl inside her dark exsistance. She listened to music and ran, and she started her goal to meet her favorite band- Big Time Rush.
And she adopted Primrose.
She'd been very hiesitant at first. She didn't want to lose anymore than she already had when she'd just started getting her life back in her own control, and yet she did. For the past three years, she hadn't regretted a single moment of it, even if she did move out when she was fifteen because of it.
But now...she was losing her adopted little girl.
The pain was unobtainable by even Kendall to understand.
He could not even begin to imagine what it could possibly be like for her, a girl who'd lost so much to be losing the one real thing she'd known for three good years. The only he could think was imagine Katie in that position; it was sickening. All the leader of BTR could do was hold as she sobbed, the doctors whisking the youth away as the newly budding family help each other in comfort and in grief.
Whatever higher power there is...please let her live...
"Is this what the world has come to?!"
James screamed angerily, punching the wall. Lucy's eyes glistened as she watched her boyfriend rage, his face red and twisted in inward agony. She couldn't explain why he was so torn, but she did know he found Nikki admirable and brave. To see her so weak...
It had to break his heart.
Claire was quiet as Carlos sobbed in her shoulder.
The memories were swirling madly in her mind, demanding her attention and her own tears. The crisis at hand was ever present as she sliped back into a past that was anything but pleasent...