What we left behind / ziggy and nick

Chapter one: Dear Cindy

-Ziggy's diary-
1978, august 12th, 4:36pm
Dear Cindy, it's been a month since you sacrificed yourself for me. I don't how I could ever repay you for that, I mean, what could beat putting me before you during a life threatening situation? Nothing, I suppose, which is why the guilt has been overflowing my being. If I was gonna be honest, I miss being your shitty little sister. Ever since you left, mom has doubled her drinking game; eight beers every single day. She's been yelling and crying and throwing up all over the living room, I think she really misses you. Dad was never present, not even for the funeral, I think I forgot what he looks like. I started seeing a therapist, thanks to mom. She's nice, but she's too eager for more information about the massacre, I don't think she realizes that therapy is mainly about connecting with your patient not manipulating them into telling you traumatizing shit. Props to her though, because she told me to write to you whenever I feel like letting something out, so I guess that's partly working on her behalf. I know we don't talk about our love lives, let alone anyone we interact with other than ourselves and our parents, but I liked this guy. You probably know him. He's Nick Goode. Truth be told, he was irritating at first, the thought of him, to be specific. I always thought he was the king of Sunnyvale, the star, the future police sheriff and the son of an executer, but I've grown to learn that he's more than that. Because Nick Goode, likes Stephen King, and he embraces spiders, and he probably likes the weird girl from shadyside too. Everything was mysteriously good between us till the end of that massacre, and the start of the lies. The news questioned every survivor able to witness the whole scenery, as if it were a play, and that involved me, the people on the bus, and surely Nick Goode. Once he was questioned, he denied the witch nonsense and sided with the usual speculations. "Another shadysider gone crazy, from innocent to wild." I would like to see Nick, maybe spit on his face and laugh but I pity him too much for that because I'm aware he's also been through a lot, and maybe just letting this to rest is the best solution to this predicament. I think I've covered it all, there isn't much to date back to that I can recall but I can assure you that it's all uneventful, hence why it's forgettable. Anyhow, I love you, Cindy.
Your shitty little sister.

It had been a miserable month. Shadysiders were threatened by any more perilous prospects, after all, no one was ready to lose their relatives or friends or partners, let alone themselves. This threat caused by the own shadysiders promoted the lockdown which only lasted a week. Nick Goode was constantly interviewed, till he respectfully and publicly denied any more interviews about the eventful day also known as July 12th. His father died not too long ago which meant he was the police sheriff and was in charge of the outrageous rebellious behaviors and the accidents and most of all, carrying the burdens that were revealed to him from his father on his very own deathbed. That burden only provoked tears and guilt, so he finally owned up to it after a lot of consideration and manipulation from his very own mother. After the incident, Ziggy and Nick were distant. That's not to say they haven't seen each other at all, but you know there's a clear distance when all one can do to greet the other is nod and give out a simple smile, no words of gratitude or sympathy; because looking directly at each other, they saw that night and what they had left behind which was their genuine interest in each other.