A:N/ Hey guys! Sorry I haven't updated this story in a while! This next chapter is going to be in Dylans point of view, so you can see what's going on in his head.
For those of you who think this story is too depressing, none shall worry because it WILL get happier..
On with the story!
©SecretXXTalentXX
~~~~~~~~~~Dylans POV
I groaned as I got out of bed, still tired from crying all last night. My sister is now miles away from me. I sat up and rested my head in my hands and sighed. This will help her talk... I hope, I hope.
The bed creaked as I slowly got up and got dressed, made my way downstairs and sat at the empty kitchen table. I looked outside and it was pouring rain. I sighed. She always thought how lucky I was to be happy again. In truth I wasn't. I still relive the accident over and over again, I can never get it out of my mind.
Driving to the accident when the police called. I remember driving up and seeing the silent police lights flashing in the sheets of rain, their car rammed into a near-bye tree, police-men taping CAUTION tape around the crime scene, ambulances getting ready, and seeing my parents covered in blood lying on the street, taking their last gasps of breath, I walked over to my mother and startled her head while she took her last breath. I remember seeing Secret in so much pain. Sobbing so loudly, her tears being washed off by the rain that suddenly fell from the saddened sky, her blue eyes red and tears continually flowing. I remember the last words she said before she became mute.
"I love you... I love you my dear parents... I'm sorry I'm sorry" She said as she kissed her fathers cold nose.
I remember her screams of agony as the police officer had to pry her off her parents so they could take them away. Her screams were filled with so much pain that my heart broke twice.
I sighed as I came back to the present and feeling my heart break yet again. She must hate me.
I just want to have the preppy, bubbly, and happy sister I once had before. I want her to walk through the door and greet me with a 'Hi Dylan!' and a big hug. Why was she suffering so? Why, why?
I felt the fresh tears prick my eyes but I held them back. I got up ruffling my already messed up hair and got a cup of coffee, my parents death continually playing in my mind.
The truth was, I was never happy or mute like her because she needed someone strong with her, she needed me to be there for her whether she knew that or not. I had to be strong for her, because if I wasn't, we both would have probably killed ourselves. The only thing that kept me alive was knowing that Secret still needed me. She never knew all the pain I went through, but her pain was probably worse.
I hope they help her I really do. But, the question is, when do I see my sister? When I see her will she be happy? Will she be the old Secret? Or will she be the Secret she was now, nothing changed? Fighting herself quietly, wanting to scream and cry, but feeling no one wanted to hear?
Only time can tell.
