and you let her go (part 1 of 4 parts)

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A/N Heya guys this is kane here, and I just wanna say that I may do a sequel after this.

I dont know what to call it between these three names so put your votes here next to your choice for the name.

1. abandoned

2.keep holding on

3.live life as It comes, die when it hits you

that's all, now here is a fresh chapter for you.

nicks p.o.v

"hey babe, can you help me with my highlights?" I call to mickayla, who steps in as im holding a green hair dye can.

"why green?" she asks, a puzzled look on her face.

"cuz Its my favourite colour"i explain and she helps me do my fringe green and then the rest of my hair purple.i smile at her whilst shes concentrating on my wavy, vibrant hair.when she finsihes she steps back to admire her work.i nid in aprroval when I see the finishing look.i kiss her thanks and we head downstairs into the kitchen of the care home, and we sit with jeff, sally, ben, tim, and mick around the table.

max serves us a dinner of potatoes, gammon, peas, and pineapple rings.he seemed more cheery today, and I asked him why.

"well I remembered that its the week that the foster parents applicants, are coming on wednesday.all of you have to behave, and youll be off school that day. now that I mention it, its tomorrow."

I think carefully about this.i could get micki a family, people that will love her.she could be happier with them than with me.

If I get the chance, I will get micki a family, even if I get left behind.

she'll be better off without me anyway. all I do is end up upsetting her . She cant trust me to hold a knife without it coming near my wrist.im a burden to her.im too important to her.if I die, she'll kill herself, and I want her to live till shes old.im not lettting her die, but I dont want her to waste her life on me.

arrgh...fuck life.seriously fuck it.

so this is what its like to care about someone, but think it be better to let them go.

I start mumbling a song, and I nearly cry of how ironic it is.

only know youve been high when youre feelin low,
only hate the road when youre missing home,
only know you love her when you let her go

"and you let her go" I finish, tears in my eyes, but I hide them with a smile.

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