Closer ~ sketch fanfic completed

Chapter 10 - broken but fixed

Broken again. I've been broken too many times. When dad left Mom, Sub, and I. When Mom passed away from a car crash. And now, Sub passed away.

Elijah has helped me while I've helped him. The others took it hard as well, even Ava...

We eventually had to tell youtube and all of Subs and The Pals fans about Subs passing.

Then came Subs funeral. I cried one too many times that day, when I went up to speak, I broke into a fit of sobs. I still talked about him though. Every happy, sad, bad, good memory we had. But the thing that hurt me most was that my father never came. He never came to his sons funeral. But I was past my father, all I was worried about was, how I was going to get by without Sub. I've managed and so has everyone else. No ones recorded for a while but they are slowly.

That was three months ago...

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"Elijah, I'd rather stay in your nice warm bed then go to the freaking mall." I groaned pulling the covers over my head.

"Y/n for the past three months you've barely left the damn house! You helped me, now I'm helping you. So get yo lazy ass outa' bed and let's go shopping." Elijah grunted as he yanked the blankets off of me. I huffed and got up.

"I hate you." I grumbled not meaning it. He knew I was kidding so decided to play along;

"How dare you!" He scoffs, "Beatrice hold my earrings, imma 'bout to throw down." Elijah put on a high pitched girly voice as he took off imaginary earrings, handing them to a confused Ethan whom was walking down the stairs.

I rolled my eyes and pushed Elijah out of the room so I could change. While I did, I let thoughts run freely through my head. Like, why is everyone acting like their ok? Why am I the only one still affected by this? Why is Elijah joking around? Why did Sub have to die...? I shook my head and slipped on a pair of socks walking out of the bedroom.

Sub died three months ago. Why am I still affected? Is it cause we were related? Is it because he's my brother? Is it because he was all I had left? Or was it because, I don't want to believe he's actually gone?

"Y/n! We're leaving!" I rushed to the door slipping on shoes and a sweater as I met Elijah, Ethan and Amy at the car.

"Uh, so what are we doing here?" I asked sheepishly as we pulled into the busy parking lot.

"Well, we just wanted to get out of the house and you've been tucked away for three months! We had to get you outta there."Amy smiled at me from the front seat. I huffed and slid down in my seat with Elijah next to me.

"Well thanks I guess.... I guess I could get some new clothes." I suggested grabbing Elijah's hand and holding it slightly.

"Alright!" Ethan cheered finding a parking spot in the cluttered mall. We found one and headed inside. I stayed back a little with Elijah while Amy and Ethan walked ahead chatting and pointing at things in shop windows.

"Hey, you alright?" I turned my head to the dirty blonde and nodded. I stared him in the eyes and said,

"Ya, I'll be alright. I'm hungry right now though, can we get something to eat?" I questioned.

"Sure, lets go get some Starbucks or something!" Elijah smiled and me grabbing my hand and pulling me towards the cafeteria.

I was broken... but now?

I'm a little fixed.