In The Stars - (PewDieCry)

-Chapter 30-

A/N: Writer's block is a bitch. School is mean. But my friend figured out how to have Wattpad at school so that is pretty cool :D this chapter is kind of short and random, but I thought it was important. YOUDUNOWNME. And things will start making more sense, I promise :P Have a good morning, noon, and night. Deuces!

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[cry's p.o.v.]

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I woke up in the middle of the night freezing my ass off. My burns feel better cold, but they still ache... except the third degree burns that I can't feel. Shivering, I pull the thin blanket Piggeh gave me earlier up to my chin, but that doesn't cut it. It's freezing in here. It's Florida... isn't it supposed to be warm here?

Upstairs I hear the whipping of drapes in the wind and a window is banging shut. I stand and look at the kitchen clock. 2:00 in the morning. I've always been a night person- but right now I'm tired and my chest hurts... mostly my heart, but my chest, too. I can't feel my heart much anymore. I don't really know if that is a good or bad thing.

"I'll just go upstairs and shut it," I mutter. "I don't have to look at the rooms or anything. Up and down. That's it." Wrapping the blanket around my shoulders like a cape I walk up the stairs and against everything I told myself, I start to look around. Right as I go upstairs there's a huge living room area and there are three separate hallways. One is labeled "Nate," one says "Amy," and one says... says my real name...

I won't speak it or even think it, but I run my hand over the sign anyways. Turning to Nate's room, I down the hallway... knowing fully well that this isn't the room that has the window open. But I guess maybe I do want to see, even if it hurts me. Because I can't just... not know. I don't want to know, but not knowing ticked me off and set me on edge.

The walls are green- Nate's favorite color, and the walls are decorated with trees like a forest. I notice that she also drew the rise and fall of mountains. Amy hung up pictures of books and movies Nate liked and I smile to myself at how thoughtful she is. Only Amy would want to spend all her ours making her adopted sons feel at home. Like the one downstairs, he has a huge bookshelf. It's empty, though. I make sure the window is locked, then leave, making sure to close the door behind me.

I wonder how Nate is doing. Nobody is really paying attention to him... him, lying in that cold hospital bed. For the first time in forever, I find myself thankful for Minx. She's there for him... and I'm not. Even Felix has visited my own brother more. Genia doesn't visit him, either... so I guess I'm not the only one at fault.

"Cry?" I hear someone calling. A girl's voice, in Amy's room maybe? I run across the hall and throw open the door to Amy's room, but there's nobody there. Only the emptiness of the bare white walls that Amy didn't pain and the feeling that something- something huge, is missing.

"Is anyone here?" I ask, standing still. But nobody responds, and the only thing that is making a sound is the constant sound of the banging window. I get up and close it after a second more of waiting. I swear I heard her voice. But I haven't been very well lately... and I can't be sure that it was from this roo-

"Cry?" The voice calls again, and this time I notice that it's coming from next door. "Cry, hurry up!" Amy- no doubt that it's Amy's voice, is coming from the room I didn't want to go into. My room... is that selfish? That I can go into my dead mother's room, and my hurt brother's, but I can't go into my own?

"I'm coming," I whisper and walk next door to where my room is. The shadows seem longer, and the voice stops. There is only silence. I open the door slowly, and when I open it tears spring to my eyes. The walls are painted in a swirl of blacks, whites, and blues... like the night sky. Stars dot the walls. The only picture, unlike Nate's wall full of them, is one with us three and Felix. Taken the day she died. But how? How did it get here?

I walk up to it and pick it up off the wall. For some reason it's still warm, like someone was just holding it. The frame is slightly messed up, like something is in it.. I open the frame and pull out a single slip of paper. On one side it has a doodle of Felix and I that takes my breath away. We're holding hands and smiling at each other- smiles that we don't have anymore, but the person still managed to capture it... and turning it over, there is a letter scrawled down in her handwriting.

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Dear Cry,

First off: you better not be blaming yourself for my death. I know you are. But it's not your fault. It went the way it had to, and it wouldn't have gone any other. I promise. Also, I hope you and Felix are going to be together. I think you should make up with him. He's one of a kind, that boy. The stars in his eyes are very bright.

And as your mother, I approve. That's pretty big, right?

Nate will get better, I promise. That also wasn't your fault. It never was. The gun wasn't in your hand that time, I promise. You should ask Felix because he'd say the same exact thing. He thinks very highly of you. He worries a lot, about your heart. He's scared, but that's understandable. We're all a little scared.

Lying is never good, Cry. Don't ever lie.

Gosh, I sound so naggy. But if you two want to live, then live. Running away from your problems? Didn't I teach you better?

Also, don't go around shooting people. Even if they're complete assholes. Cough, Ken, cough. He has someone who loves him, like Felix loves you.

Jeez. Still naggy.

Well, I don't have much time left to write- but I just wanted to say that I love you. A lot. Nightmares don't tell you the truth. I moved on just fine, and I'm really happy here. I met your real mom and dad, too. They're quite a handful. And that dog you had a long time ago, Hewie? He's pretty cute.

Hope I won't see you soon, yet at the same time, please come over soon. I miss you and Nate, and my mom. Tell Genia that I love her, and tell Nate that he needs to brush his teeth more.

Again, I love you.

-Amy

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