Always

Never Giving Up

¤ A Few Hours Later ¤

☆Mickey's POV☆

I woke my sister up once again today, planing on talking to her about what happened today. I woke her up and she looked up at me tiredly, letting put a small whine before burying her face further into the sheets. Did I mention it's nearly impossible to get her out of bed?

"How're you feeling?"

"Better," she spoke, giving a small smile. She's totally hiding something. I may not have been around for a while, but I know my sister, and I know when something's up. I swear to god if it was a boy, I'm about to beat someone's ass up.

"What's up?" I asked not buying her response the slightest bit.

"Nothing," she spoke, clearly trying to contain herself.

"Yeah. I'm sure. Look Iz, you might think you have everyone else convinced, but I don't believe it. So why don't you do me a favor and cut the 'nothing's wrong' crap and tell me what the hell is going on," I spoke seriously.

She layed her head against me, sitting up on the the bed, letting out a sigh before speaking.

"I'm not talking. I don't care if you don't believe anything, it's not like you know anything. You don't understand and you never will because you're. not. me," she spoke getting angry.

"Then make me understand Izzy. I want to help you, but I can't if you keep shutting me out."

¤ Third Person POV ¤

She shook her head no quickly, not wanting to talk about her horrible day.

"Fine. Don't tell me. But I'm not going anywhere Iz,"he spoke sincerely, holding her close.

"I don't wanna talk about it okay? Just get off my case," she spoke getting irritated.

"Fine, guess we're doing this the hard way," he sighed before throwing her over his shoulders like a sack of potatoes and bringing her down stairs.

To say she was not happy with this would be an understatement. The second he put her down, she made it a point to give him a solid kick to the shin before walking away.

"What does she way like 75 pounds?"he asked no one in particular again.

"Nah. I say roughly 80, give or take."

"Aaahhh! Grandma! You almost gave me a heart attack! What the fuck! How long have you been standing there for?"

"I've been here this whole time, and will someone please tell me where the hell my keys are. And what did I tell you about yelling and swearing young man?"

"Sorry Grandma. And you're holding your keys by the way."

"Oh. Silly me. I tell you, I'd loose my head if it weren't screwed to my neck."

"Don't we all."

"So, I take your talk didn't go so well?"

"There was no talking. She shut me out before I even got a word in."

"Ah. Let me handle this. Isabelle!"

"Coming! Grandma, we've been over this. The kichen isn't that far away from the living room, there's no need to shout."

"You're telling me? You're brother's nearly blown my eardrums out twice in the last few hours."

"I said I was sorry. Geeze."

"Whatever. I'm leaving," she spoke about to leave.

"Where do you think you're going?"her brother asked in an authoritative tone.

"To a party, gotta forget bout my problems somehow," she spoke nonchalantly.

"No. You're staying here. I don't want you getting hurt."

"You're not the boss of me."

"Fine. Meet me in the middle and talk first then go? You still have time."

"Fine," she groaned.

"Better. Now talk to me."

"What about?"

"What happened earlier and why?"he asked referring to the selfharm.

"It's stupid really. My boyfriend cheated on me with someone who's done nothing but make my life living hell at school. Then when I asked him why her, he said he was tired of putting up with my bullshit. I get it and I'm not mad at him for getting tired of me. I just wished it was different. As for what you saw, I don't know, it's just how I deal with things."

"Oh Izzy... it'll be okay. I know it doesn't feel like it now, but some day you'll either look back at this and laugh or forget about it all together," he spoke softly.

"Just please let me in. There are better ways of dealing with things. You know that right?"he spoke carefully.

"I know. It's just that this is all I know it's how I've dealt with anything I didn't trust anyone else to talk to about."

"I know, but you have me now, and no matter what I'm not going anywhere."

"I wish it was that easy but it's not. It's like smoking. Once you start, you don't want to stop."

"Then we'll take it day by day. No one's rushing you. You just have to start and try. That's all. I know it'll take time, but I know you can do it," he spoke with full confidence.

"I guess I can try," she spoke, not wanting to cause her brother anymore pain.

But she also knew she didn't want to stop. She craved the pain she felt when she did it. It was a feeling nothing else could give her. She knew she would just have to be more secretive about it, and not let him know anymore than he already knew.