Unraveled Memories (A Merome Fanfiction)

Chapter 3

(Okay so just to clear this up, apparently I'm {Jenna} Owner number Uno, and Madison is owner number two)

It's been several months now, with Mitch gone.

Two days after, I had to go home from the hospital, Mitch's parents telling the nurses that I was not family, nor anywhere close, and I had to leave.

I was forced to leave minutes after the family called me to say that Mitch had passed. It was the roughest time to actually do anything. I had turned off my phone, unplugged my computer, did everything to get away from everyone. I knew that people would be concerned for me, but I didn't want them near me, I just wanted Mitch.

When I got home that night, I didn't eat. I didn't sleep, I only sobbed into my pillow, quick gasps of breath before tears spilled from me, shaking as I hugged my legs to my chest, wanting anything to make the pain go away, my lungs being constantly out of breath.

After a month, I thought of cutting.

The thought that a knife against my skin would heal me made me confused, pondering, quarreling with my own question to just slit myself better, but I couldn't bring myself to do it, because I always thought.

Would Mitch want me to do this?

And the answer was no. Always.

Month two I passed out constantly, I only ate the food I had in the fridge and pantry until it was done, then maybe I'd actually leave the house a few times to get food, it always ended up with me getting motivated to do stuff, them going out for once and ending up home again eating food and crying.

Why did I miss him so much.

I missed his voice, his laughter, I missed how I'd always comment when his microwave went off random during videos before we lived together. How he'd slam his fists hard against his table when he was jokingly mad.

I missed his hair, his face, his nose, mouth, even his eyes. They were beautiful eyes, those pair. Brown with shots of green and amber, I could always get lost in them and never come back.

I missed his hugs, his 'I love you's' (In the brotherly type, of course.), I missed his whining, I missed calling him mine, my best friend, my brother, practically family.

I missed Mitch, the love of my life.

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{Lachlan's PoV}

I knocked on the door multiple times, glancing back at everyone behind me.

We gave Jerome his space, months and months, and we all agreed to wait for his okay to start speaking again, interacting with the outside world.

But five months was too far.

Preston frowned. "Maybe.. He's out somewhere?" The Texan suggested, the oldest shaking his head. "His car is still here."

"On a walk then?" Vikk asked, but everyone stopped talking when there were clicks of the door unlocking.

I gasped in my mind at Jerome.

His beard had outgrown more than he really kept it, his hair longer, looking almost like Mitch's. He had bags under his bloodshot eyes, he only had boxers on, and his ribcage was showing slightly more, even if he was skinny, this was almost anorexic.

"Dear god Jerome.." Rob mumbled, all of us silent, and Jerome looked like he either wanted to cry, or slam the door in our face.

"Why are you guys here?" The American asked in a hoarse voice, clearing his throat afterwards.

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It had been ten minutes inside of the house, and I was screaming in my head. When Jerome started explaining, he kept saying these things that made him sound like he was saying Mitch was his, as if he was the only sad one.

When he started saying he wanted to cut, I was the only one who didn't gasp and frown, I was scowling.

"Lachlan..? What's wrong..?" Vikk whispered, and I snapped.

"What's wrong is Jerome, okay?" I stood up, glaring down at the younger with narrowed blue eyes. "Jerome, you need to stop acting like you're the only one whose sad that Mitch died. You've been slugging around for too long, and you need to grow up!"

He gaped at me, I felt everyone's eyes staring at me.

"How do you think Mitch's parents feel? How about Mitch's whole family! How do you think we feel?! You're not the only one whose sad because he's dead, okay?! You are a grown adult, start acting like one! We haven't been sobbing about him for months! And you get no excuse to do this just because you love him! And yes, I've known for a while."

I noted the blush settling on Jerome's cheeks, wet with tears.

"Look. I'm sorry, but I'm tired of this. I'm leaving."

And I left, slamming the door shut.

Everyone else eventually came out, quietly getting into the car with me, no one actually saying a word as we drove off, and I choked back tears, feeling horrible for yelling at Jerome, hearing Preston quietly talking to Vikk in the back about Jerome breaking down into tears after I left.

What's wrong with me..

{Jerome's PoV}

I sobbed into Rob's shirt when Lachlan left.

I felt horrible for wasting months of my life crying over my crush. I cried from frustration and grief, hearing a shrill cry- and taking several seconds to recall it was mine.

I apologized to Rob for a damp shirt when I calmed down, coughing and swallowing the lump in my throat.

When they left, I just went to bed, hiding under my covers and sleeping, stirring occasionally in my rest.

"I'll be safe Biggums, I promise."

I wish you weren't so stubborn, Mitch.

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AH, I MADE LACHLAN MEAN.

We couldn't decide on who, so I was like "Lachlan, maybe?"

And Madison had this "pull a name out of a hat" app, AND SHE PULLED OUT LACHLAN.

So yeah, sorry if you love Lachy.

And Sorry I made this really too dramatic.

Can't wait to see what Madison types up on Sunday! ;)

Love you all to death and more! <3