Run Away

Ch 4

Ok so I wrote this one and I'm gonna be writing the rest on my own too. So yea! Hope you enjoy my writing! Carry on.

~2 weeks later~

I was just sitting in my bunk staring at the wall, my knees to my chest with my arms wrapped around them. I didn't want to do anything today. I never do on this day of the year. I always lock myself in my room and turn my phone off. I always isolate myself on this day every year since my mom died. Today was the anniversary of her death. March 26. I miss her so much. She didn't deserve to die. Why did I have to survive the crash? I should have died instead of her. Or at least died with her. I shouldn't be here. I don't deserve to be here. If anything, she does.

"Hey Sky. You okay?" I felt a hand on my shoulder. I barely reacted to it. I simply turned my head a little to look at him. There stood Mike with his hand on my shoulder and a concerned look plastered on his face. I just nodded my head as an answer and turned back to the wall. "Come on Sky. Tell me what's wrong." he said as I felt him climb into the bunk with me. I just continued to stare at the wall, not responding to him. "You know you can trust me, right?" he asked as his hand rubbed my back comfortingly.

Tears welled up in my eyes as I thought of the day of the crash. It was horrible. No one wants to see their mom like that. No one even wants to see their worst enemy like that. There was so much blood...

I was pulled out of my thoughts when I felt two strong arms wrap around me. "It's okay. It's alright." Mike whispered in my ear. I couldn't stop the tears from falling. I broke down. I buried my face into his shoulder and wrapped my arms around him as I cried. "Shh. Shh. It's okay." he whispered as he pet my hair and just held me.

"Hey Mike, you rea-" a voice said then stopped. I felt Mike turn his head to look at the person while I kept my head where it was. "What happened?" the voice asked.

"I don't know" Mike whispered as he turned his head back and held me tighter. The tears were still falling from my eyes and wouldn't stop. No matter how much I wanted them to, they just kept flowing out. I felt the bed dip and another pair of arms wrap around me and pull me towards them. I looked up at Vic as he pulled me to him, engulfing me in a hug. I buried my face in his neck and wrapped my arms around him as more tears flowed from my eyes. I felt another hand rub my back. "It'll be okay, Sky." Mike's voice said as I felt the bed shift and his hand leave. I heard footsteps get quieter as he walked away and it was just me and Vic.

A couple minutes later, my crying calmed down a bit. I sniffled and sat up, letting go of Vic and looked at him.

"Hey, you alright?" he asked, worry lacing his voice. I barely nodded, looking down at the blankets on the bed. "What's wrong?" he asked. I didn't want to use my voice. Instead, I reached over and pulled out a picture from under my pillow. It was of my mom. I handed it to him and he took it, looking down at it. "What about it? Who is she?" he asked. I flipped it over so he could read the back. It read: "Mom: Aug. 6, 1991 - Mar. 26, 2019" Vic looked back up to me. "Oh, Sky. I'm so sorry" he said pulling me into another hug. I hugged him back and held back more tears. I never had anyone care for me since mom died so this was nice.

We stayed like that for a good 10 minutes before we heard Tony yell from the living room. "Yo, Vic! We gotta go!" he called out. Vic sighed and let go of me.

"You coming with?" he asked. I shook my head. "Will you be okay?" he asked with concern. I nodded my head. "Alright. I'll see you after the show" he said and hugged me one last time before climbing out of the bunk and joining the rest of the guys. I heard their footsteps trot off the bus and the door close. I sighed and laid down in my bunk. I was pretty tired so I closed my eyes and fell asleep.