traitor | Ziggy x Nick

1: i miss you, i'm sorry

But I miss you, I'm sorry
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Gracie Abrams
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At least a month.

A month.

It took all I could to not scream. Not that I could do much anyway. My sister was dead and I wish I had gone with her. Save for Nick Goode I would've. The doctors said it was a miracle that I hadn't succumbed to the dozen stabs to my torso, especially with all the blood loss and punctured insides.

I'd just been wheeled back to my bleak room from the millionth checkup in the past week, being informed that i was confined to this upmarket hellhole for another few weeks. Yet, I didn't have the energy to focus on that now, since I'd also been informed I was finally getting questioned by the police about that night. I mull over the fact that no one would believe my story of that night, the one Cindy and Alice died for.

But of course, the cops were Sunnyvalers and they'd obviously believe the problem child of Shadyside, as so I've heard from some nurses who were attending me, believing I was out cold.

"I hear that her parents haven't even visited her. She must be such a horrible child," one nurse said.

"Right? My husband said one of the officers overheard the girl talking about Sarah Fier," the other, older sounding one replied, giggling.

"The stupid story?" She asks incredulously, to which I opened my eyes, and watched as the older lady nodded in embarrassment.

"Shadysiders I tell you," they sigh as I sit up in my bed and stare at them.

"Sunnyvalers," I start as their eyes zero in on me. "are they always bitches like you two?" I smile innocently.

Their faces immediately pale and I raise my eyebrows at them in question. Safe to say, the next day they didn't return and a new nurse was assigned to me.

I stare daggers at the blank wall in front of me, replaying my sister's death over and over in my head. The blood, the axe, the fucking Shadyside curse. Just as I'm about to shout at the world, there's a knock at the door and I catch my words.

The door clicks open and a small part of me hopes that Nick is there so he could back me up about the curse.

"Ziggy?" Nurse Beddy enters, "they're here."

"Christine Berman?" a middle-aged man asks as he walks in.

I nod in response, all words stuck in my throat.

"Sorry to bother you so soon after your...ordeal, I'm officer Kapinski and this is Officer Lawen. We need your statement about Tommy Slater and his massacre at Camp Nightwing. I believe you're the only survivor of his?"

I blink at the two men in front of me. The one speaking had a mop of dark brown hair flanking his head and a moustache whilst the other was a redhead with freckles attacking his face.

"Miss Berman?" He asks me again and I snap my eyes back to his. "Do you remember before during or after about Tommy and how he was acting? Anything that could've hinted at his massacre?"

I nearly scoff, the way he said it makes Tommy sound like any other normal Shadysider getting in trouble for stealing the odd candy. I gulp as I look at the two men, they would never believe me, think I'm crazy, I'd be called the crazy witch of Shadyside. Camp all over.

Then Cindy died for nothing, my head whispers. And I wouldn't let her sacrifice go in vain.

"It was Sarah Fier, the witch."

The two men blink at me then give a slight chuckle.

"Cmon, witches don't exist like that Ms Berman. She's just a story parents tell their kids to scare them," the redhead chuckles but i grit my teeth.

"It's the curse - the curse of Sarah Fier. S-she possessed Tommy and made him go insane."

Both continue to shake their head at me and I wanted to scream at them. Cindy died because of the witch and I couldn't do anything except beg that someone would believe me.

"Please! I'm telling the truth it really was the witch - she, he- Nick!"

The moustache guy leans forward slightly with a perplexed expression, "Nick? Nick Goode?"

I nod, "where is he, h-he knows the curse is real! He can tell you! He'll say the same thing!" I grasp at the strings, but I'm only met with a low grumble.

"I think you're still a little bit delusional about the entire situation darlin'. There's no witch, just Thomas Slater."

I shake my head. No, no, no.

"Plus Nick's already given his statement and he can confirm there are no witches involved."

My head snaps up. "What, did Nick say?"

"Just as it sounds, Tommy Slater just went crazy. The boy must've just snapped huh," they chuckle.

But I can't respond, arms limp, head hanging. Nick...he said that Tommy just snapped. He didn't say anything about the curse. No witch. No Sarah Fier. No Shadyside curse. I thought he was different.

"Get out," I whisper. They turn their attention back to me. "Get out."

"But Mis-"

"Get out!" I shout, and nurse Beddy suddenly slams the door open.

"I'm sorry but you will have to come back another time," he says, face neutral but his voice seething.

The police officers cast one last pitying look my way, but all I can focus on is red. The redness of the blood spewing from my sister's chest. The red splatter from Alice's wounds. Jeremy's glasses splattered with blood. Gary's neck sliced clean. I want to scream. I want to punch someone, something - anything. All I saw was the betrayal from Nick. I thought he was different. I thought he would believe me. But I guess I hoped to much, because in the end, he is a Sunnyvaler. Yet it still burns, knowing he brought me back to life only to stab me in the back.

"Ziggy!" Someone shouts and i snap back to the white room.

"You're going to combust if you keep at this. You need to take a breather, I can't have you being like this while your wounds are still healing," my nurse scolds me.

I don't answer. How could I. So I nod once again. All I ever did nowadays was nod because I was sick of everyone treating me like a lying manic. So, when I can't bring myself to look at the man in front of me, I request to be alone for the rest of the day. Not letting anyone else in, not even my deadbeat family, although the chances of my drunk mother or selfish father were slim to nothing.

Nurse Beddy just nods and softly replies with an "okay" before he walks out of the room, the door clicking softly as it closes. Only then to I let a tear streak down my face, dropping to my limp hands. I lost the only person who cared for me and now I'm alone. Alone in this stupid Sunnyvale hospital where the stupid Sunnyvalers don't believe me.

I throw my fist against the railings of the bed.

Over and over.

Again.

Again.

The tears don't stop falling and I don't even try to make them stop. I didn't have friends to start with, but I still lost my only friend.

I lost my sister, and I was never getting her back.

a/n
The first chapter!!! Thank you all so so much for reading and I really hope you enjoy my story!🥰
-michi<3