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malia

"Shawn!" I screeched. "Sorry?" He said innocently. I look down at myself, drenched in water.

"Thanks for the wake up." I muttered.

"Payback." Grayson shrugged smiling.

"Oh so now you're also part of it, great.." I huffed over to Grayson, he just smiled innocently.

I put on my glasses adjusting it right and grabbed clothes to get changed into. I showered and changed into Adidas shorts and an oversized jumper.

"We're going to get food! I'll bring you some back!" Grayson yelled through the door. "Okay!" I yelled back before hearing the room door close.

I walked out of the bathroom still seeing Ethan lying on the couch watching television. "What are you still doing here?" I asked him while putting my things neatly back into my luggage.

"None of your business." He said harshly. "Okay sorry." I muttered quietly to myself.

"Quit staring and go die already, no one wants you here." He said turning off the television.

"What's your problem?" I asked him.

Ethan sat up and gave me a glare. "You shouldn't go around telling people to die. It's serious."

He walked out of the room and slammed the door shut behind him.

I grabbed my guitar and walked over to the balcony. I swung my legs over the railings and began to play.

"I feel like I'm losing myself in the
Many emotions that have gone by
From some point, I became used to
The rules I follow to hide my heart." I softly sang picking the strings.

It was a song I was working on for the past week.
I gazed down to my feet which were dangling down. If I leaned only a tiny bit from my position now, I could fall to my death.

I looked down below me as a tear slipped down my cheek, I watched it fall below me as it slowly disappeared.

Honestly, I just want Nash back. It's been five fucking years. Five years of pain, having my brother's back turned against me, having someone that was once the closest person to me slowly slip away, to have to try to get his attention only to be yelled at or ignored.

I want Will back. I want my life back. I want to be happy. Genuinely happy.

I felt my body being yanked backwards, the guitar body fell onto my lap but the neck and head was completely snapped off. But I myself, didn't go crashing onto the floor, instead I landed onto something soft. Someone soft.

"Malia. Are you stupid. What the hell are you doing? You're going to fucking die!" I heard Ethan yell. I looked up at him.

"I thought you wanted that." I mumbled and looked at my shattered guitar. My chest began to hurt and I knew what was coming. Tears rolled down my cheek as I cried.

"My guitar!" I sobbed. Ethan looked at me and began laughing. I felt his chest vibrate on my back. "It's not funny!" I whined wiping my tears.

He laughed again. "I'm sorry I'll buy you a new one, I promise." He wiped my tears and kissed my forehead.

What did he just do.

"Also I don't. I really don't want that. I shouldn't have said that Malia." He sighed. He wrapped his arms around my body and rested his chin on my head.

What the fuck is happening. I turned over to look at him. I smiled. He's showing something. He cares.

The atmosphere quickly changed. Something must have hit him mentally. He aggressively shoved my body. I flopped onto the floor with a thud.