Broken Then Fixed: Gruvia

Chapter 10:

Another day went by quickly. All it was was classes, the project with Gray, and hanging out with my friends, only to go home and sit in Jamie's room, doing my homework. I have been going to the school's sakura park a lot more, lately. It just calmed me down a lot. I had to make sure to keep my thoughts to myself though, in case Gray or someone else decided to follow me again. I had to be careful not to have a panic attack, too. I've been successful in that so far. The plans I've come up with so far have all been shot down immediately by myself. I feel like Lyon is always watching me, so most of the plans wouldn't even work. There was another plan, which was getting Lyon interested in someone else, but that would mean someone else had to go through the same thing instead of me. I may hate this, but I would never wish it on someone else just so I can be free of it.

I had finished my homework, so I just laid down on Jamie's bed, thinking about him. The same bed we always had our sleepovers on. The same bed where I teased him about his crush, Chelia, who was also Wendy's other best friend, even though they were both older than her. Now that I think about it, Jamie and I were always so much closer than any other siblings were. We almost never fought, and when we did it wouldn't even last for 2 minutes, and always ended in us laughing. I heard the door to my room open, but I kept staring at the ceiling, already knowing who it was. I felt their stares on me, but I still didn't move. I didn't want to face them yet, look them in the eyes. I heard my parents sigh and close the door, leaving. I let out a breath I didn't realize I was holding. They always found me in here, which is to be expected since always came into his room after school since he was kidnapped. I heard some talking downstairs, and then heard some arguing. My parents have never argued before his disappearance. But now, I hear it almost every night. The depression of losing a child was getting to them, and it was their youngest even. My family was falling apart, because of me.

"She's always staying in there! Her grades are surely dropping!"

"Well what do you expect?! They were so close, she's devastated!"

"Well if she was more nearby he wouldn't have disappeared! She's his older sister, she's supposed to be looking after him!"

"She was in the living room! How could she know that he would disappear! She already blames herself, and you're making it worse!"

Their arguments were always like this. Always about ME. Dad was defending me, but Mom wasn't having it. She was right, and I knew that, because I knew more about the situation than anybody. It's true. I WAS there. I could have protected him. But I didn't. Lyon thought that the best way to get to me, was to kidnap Jamie. And he did. His plan is working perfectly, and now I'm his puppet. I'm his toy to play around with. 

I covered my ears. I couldn't take anymore of their fighting. I heard something smash on the ground. I jolted up and ran downstairs, worried. I saw a vase that Jamie made for me on the ground, in pieces. They were arguing and didn't even notice it. I snapped.

"STOP!!" I screamed at them.

They looked at me, shocked.

"I know it's my fault, okay?! I know it more than anyone! I was there, and I should have protected him! Don't you realize the guilt is eating away at me?! So just STOP it, will you?! You're acting like he's dead when he's NOT!" I cried.

The room fell silent.

"I'm sorry, baby. I'm just upset and I'm taking it out on you. I'm worried about you, and I'm worried about Jamie. I'm so sorry, Juvia," Mom told me. 

They hugged me and I just stood there, welcoming it, and crying. They realized the broken vase and they went pale. I reassured them that it was okay and I cleaned it up, even though I was breaking on the inside. Breaking, like the vase in my hands. We spent the rest of the night gluing it back together. I didn't look as good as when Jamie made it, but at least it wasn't broken anymore. We spent the rest of the night watching all of Jamie's favorite movies. The kid had good taste, I'll say that. He was a sucker for comedy movies. For the first time since he disappeared, it felt truly nice to laugh.