Stolen From Superman-The Sequel To Waiting for Superman

Chapter 3- I'm Used to It

A/N: sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry! You should all yell at me because I'm horrible about updating. My life is insane in March, much apologies yet again.

I've gone completely cold by the time we reach his door. My hands shake. My mind is spinning with possibilities. I can only hope that I'm being ridiculous; that I'm blowing this way out of proportion. But an uneasy feeling in the pit of my stomach tells me I'm not. Nothing's been quite right since I woke up. Maybe I'm finally going to find out why. The thing is, I'm not sure if I want to know. Maybe it would be better to go on thinking that my parents are home in Seattle not really knowing what's going on with me. To never mention them again; to just forget my old life and start new here. I'm going to have to do that anyways. I'd like to just believe that they are at home, hanging out. But I know that's not true. Why else would Jordan and Em act like that?

Jordan shuts the door after wheeling me in. The condo looks familiar, despite the fact that I've never seen it in real life, or even in a video. Only in my dream. Which makes just about no sense at all. But does anything right now? Jordan wheels me over to the couch. "You should probably sit down." If it's even possible, I go even colder. Still, I shift over onto the couch, face white. He sits next to me on the couch. I press my palms to my legs, trying to control the shaking. But I can't. He looks at them for a moment, and then wraps one in his grasp, squeezing it slightly. I'm grateful, because he is warm and I am not. My heart is pounding in my chest, but it still feels like I'm getting no blood anywhere. I just feel sick. "Tell me. Just get it over with. Please." I say, my voice trailing off at the end. The tension in the room is almost unbearable. I know what he will say. But I hope, I'm begging that he won't. He sits in silence for a moment, seeming to struggle with what he has to say. I would too. "There was an accident Ali." He says, taking a deep breath and closing his eyes. I'm frozen in place for a moment. It feels like my briefly established sense of security is gone. I thought things were starting to look up here in the real world. But it turns out they are so much worse. "They're dead." I say, just to confirm what I already know. "Their car spun out on the freeway. I'm sorry." He says slowly, almost pained. The room is dead silent for a moment, and then it all comes down. My parents are dead. I would assume my brother is too. I was never extremely close to them, but they are my family. Or, were, I should say. Then I can't control it anymore. I burst into tears. He pulls me in and wraps me in his arms, rocking me slightly. By now I'm sobbing uncontrollably. My parents are dead. I repeat this in my head over and over again. It doesn't seem like it should be possible. One day they were smiling and telling me to do the dishes, the next they are buried in the ground. It's too much at once. I wake up from a coma, and start to establish my new life. Then even that is flipped on its head. "Shhhh..." Jordan says softly. I cling to him, unable to really comprehend what's going on. I guess he still wants to be with me. He knows me better than I thought. He knows better than to tell me everything's going to be ok. Because it's not. "That's why they moved you here after you said my name. There was no one to take responsibility for you in Seattle. Mitch and I took over after that. This was the best they could do with no relatives." He says softly, just explaining. But I feel like I'm suffocating. This can't be happening. I loved them. They were my family. And now they are gone. Still, I take a few deep breaths, leaning into Jordan. He knows how to pick me back up when things are falling down. Love is a crazy thing. But, he doesn't love me. Not right now. So I have to keep it together. I try to calm myself down. I can cry later, when I'm alone. I can't afford to lose it right now. For him. I blow air out through my mouth. Only a few minutes have passed. I push all thoughts of my family out of my head, because I need to keep going. My coma taught me how to do that. He sits with me for a while, in silence. It's probably the best thing he could have done.

After a while, I pull away from him, as hard as it is. I'm still trying to hold myself together. But it's getting easier. Still, a weight drags on my heart. He smiles weakly at me. "You don't even know me and you're helping me." I say, sniffing. He really has no reason to. He tilts his head slightly. "Well you helped me plenty. You were there for me to talk to when no one else was. And now you're here, and you need someone to lean on." He says, matter-of-factly. He has almost no understanding of how amazing he is. He's helping a complete stranger without a second thought. I push everything to the side for a moment, glad to distract myself. I have a chance to get to know him again. I should take it. "Do you really have scars Jordan? You're just, so... happy. It doesn't seem possible." I say, looking at him for a while. He wrinkles his forehead, and then nods. "The people that are the saddest smile the brightest." He says, and it breaks my heart. I wrap my fingers around one of his hands, wanting to make him better, just as he has done for me. "You too?" he says, glancing at my arm. I roll up my sleeve. The scars have started to fade after 7 months of healing. "Yeah...but I stopped, in my dream." I say, almost shocked. It doesn't seem possible. But it happened. It already feels like that Ali was a different person. Like she never even existed at all. "Why?" he asks, mirroring my thoughts. I purse my lips for a moment. "You." I say softly, answering truthfully. He raises an eyebrow, asking for more. "I didn't feel like I had to. You made me so happy." I continue, remembering, and wishing it was still like that. He squeezes my hand, and smiles slightly. "Well who's to say that it won't happen again?" he says, raising an eyebrow. I sigh, wiping some of the tears off my cheeks. "I hope so." I whisper. Right now, it doesn't seem like it's going to be easy to stop again. But I'll try for him. All of my progress in my dream wasn't real, and now I'm in a worse place than I started. But I'm used to being broken. My family's death is just one more thing on the pile. "I do know how you feel." He says, rubbing my palm with his thumb. I am overcome with déjà vu, and close my eyes for a moment "I know." I whisper. He sighs "I forget. I'm sorry." He says, and I shrug. "Is it even hard for you? All of this, I mean. You make it seem so easy; so minor." He says, almost awed. I scoff, emotion rising in my throat again. "You're a pretty big part of that. And no, it isn't easy. I'm just used to being hurt all the time. And I've gotten good at hiding it." I say, trailing off as memories flood me again. He traces a pattern on my hand, which almost makes me more emotional.

A/N: Well now things are getting intense! Anyways, I wanted to talk about something a bit more relevant to real life in this note.

As many of you probably already know, Adma, Ty, and Quetin just split off from Team Crafted today/yesterday, and are no longer a part of it. They were not kicked, it was for personal reasons.Still, this is shattering to the youtube and minecraft community, and a lot of fans are really upset. I am too, to be honest. Ty was the founder, and Adam the leader, and it's really disappointing to see them leave so quickly, and without telling us why. I understand that they might want to do more individual things, but they owe us an explanation. I still support all of Team crafted, but this is gonna hurt for a while...

Anyways, this will be included in the story later on, and I hope you guys enjoy:) Slap dat vote button for memories, and drop a comment with your pinion on what's happened in RL or in the story:) I think we all need to talk about it.

-Argo