Skylar Miller
A girl who has been blamed but never seen as the victim in the story. She lost her best friends then she lost the people that she used to love. It felt like her life was breaking at every corner she looked.
"If you told me that going...
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- Noah Miller -
What have I done?
What haven't I done, should be the question.
At first, I comforted my little sister, but as soon as I saw the condition that my older sister was in, it was like I forgot her. I blamed her. I blamed her like I blamed her the first time, with Oliver and Ella. I blamed her because I didn't believe something like that could happen between them.
How wrong I was. And what makes it worse, is that it wasn't just me who blamed her, but everyone else. Everyone else abandoned her, but one.
Luke.
I admire him. He seems to know her inside out, while I can only comfort her in the moment. I comforted when she was attacked in the bathroom, when they went in to save Summer, when Blake and Brayden trapped her and forced her to talk.
But look at me now.
I couldn't even save her from my own brothers. I saw the panic in her eyes, I saw it, but I still stood there and watched, following every command that Shane and Gray gave. It was like I couldn't stand up for myself, let alone Sky.
I am such a shit brother, and I will own up to that. I let both Sky and Luke leave, and I didn't stop them, nor did I save them from the people I promised to protect them from.
"Noah" a voice called out to me, but I was stuck in my thoughts. I didn't save Skylar and now she is going to hate me if she didn't already.
Why can't I just be a better brother?
"Noah" the voice called out again, but I didn't react once again. I just wanted to be left alone, then maybe I would know how it feels to be Skylar. Just maybe, I would get a glimpse of how we make her feel.
"Noah" and with that, arms were wrapped around my head. It was only then did I know that my hands were threaded in my hair, pulling at strands.
"You're alright. Nothing is going to happen. You're alright" the person kept chanting, as they slowly rocked me from side to side. Everything is going to happen. Nothing is alright, nothing is ok. Just nothing.
"Shh, just breathe. Come on, breathe." It was only then did I notice that I was in the arms of my comforter, Blake.
"Nothing is alright. Nothing. Skylar hates us, and it is all my fault" I sobbed, as the two of us crumbled to the floor, limbs entangled with one another's.
"It's not all your fault. We are all at fault, which means that we all have to make it up to her" clearly, I wasn't the only one who had figured out that we had fucked up once again.
"How many times are we going to fuck up that she eventually won't come back? This time she ran away, but she didn't get far. If we fuck up again, she'll run away even further, and maybe then that'll teach us a lesson that she doesn't want to come back to us, but we force her, that we-"Blake stopped my rambling by putting a finger over my mouth.
