Life as it is

The world does not wait for us

Mia's POV

"Mia... Miiiiiiaaa.. Time to wake up," My mother cooed as she turned on my night lamp. "Happy Birthday hija, you're finally 14. What an old rat you're coming out to be." She chuckled as I unhid myself from my covers to see mom on her knees right next to my bed. My dad slowly walked up behind her, with mini cake in his hands. "Love you kid," he said "Blow our your candles already; I'm hungry as hell."
I sat up as they put the cake in my lap. But when they did, I noticed there was words written in it.
"'They're all dead because of you'..?" I read.
I looked up and saw that my parents-they were burning.
"It's because you were such a fucked up kid Mia that nobody likes you-"  they said in unison. "It's because of you that we died." In the next moment my burning parents grabbed my arms and pulled me to the ground, were a new set of feet appeared— Jose.

"Hello Mia. I found your bible, and it had something hidden in it; care to play with what's inside of it?" All three of them held me down, and Jose traced light lines on my skin with the blade, but immediately went deeper as I cried in agony, with Q slowly walking away from me.

"NO!"

I woke up from my dream. Or nightmare. I haven't had one of those in a while. My scream must've been a little loud, because I figure came right next to me. "Are you okay Mi?" Panic washed over me once more until I realized it was Q. "Ye-Yeah Bri, I'm fine. I just had a nightmare." His face looked very concerned as he said "Wanna talk about it? You were muttering something in your sleep when I was right next to you, I'm a light sleeper, so I heard everything. An—" I interrupted him and said myself, "Wait, you slept here? Why couldn't you just go to your own room?"
Q did a little laugh and said, "Well Andrea is staying over again, and since Murr or Sal don't want to sleep together, I gave Drea my room, and I was going to sleep on the floor in this room. Is that fine?"
"Yea it's okay, and no, i don't wanna talk about it." I checked my phone, seeing I couldn't fall back to sleep. "Holy shit! I got 9000 followers?" I couldn't believe it, a couple weeks ago I was nobody, now lots of  people know me. Or... maybe just the idea of me. They're probably gonna unfollow me once they get tired of me. "I'm so damn proud of you Mia! I'll tweet it so you can get the verified star sooner." So as Q went on his phone, I turned on the old nightlight my parents had. Q's short hair was ruffled up and messy, but mine was just the same. I took a quick selfie of us with our fucked up hair. I sent it to Q, in which he laughed and we both agreed to post it with the same caption.
Caption: No matter how messy life might get, we must always see what's truly there and what's not.
We posted it and got off our phones. Q stared at me with care. He sighed and spoke, breaking the silence. "Mia. You know what day it is right...?"

Sadly, I did. Today's the funeral. I haven't seen my parents since the last time they were alive, and I don't know if I'll be able to handle seeing them not breathe. Earlier this week Andrea said I had to give a speech because I'm their daughter, so I wrote one up that same day. I looked at the time in my watch that was my dads but now is mine. 8:00am it read. We're supposed to be there at 1:00pm, so I didn't have much time to waste. "Hey Mia, were going to get through this together. And it's okay to cry." I nodded and he moved close to hug me. "I know this is hard, but you got to be fucking tough, okay? You're parents would've wanted that." I sniffed and looked up at Q. His face looked determined, but tears were starting to form around his eyelids.
"They were my only family left Q, after that, I have no one."

Q's POV

I didn't answer Mia when she said that. What was I supposed to say? What is there to say?
So after a while, Mia said she had to take a shower, so I left and went to go get my outfit for the funeral. A black suit with a bow tie. Maribel always used to say I looked hot in one, so I'll wear it for her. God do I miss her. When I put on the tie, a memory flashed in my mind.
"Ooo. You're looking very nice in that outfit Bri, but put on a bow tie, it makes men look passionate and nice." Maribel said. I gave her a smirk and retorted back, "Am I to take guy fashion advice from a woman now?" Maribel wrapped her arms around my neck, and I gave her a soft kiss on the lips. She smiled And muttered, "You are something Brian, I'm so thankful to have a boyfriend like you."
"Same here Mar."