· My Echo · A Mikey Fusco Love Story {COMPLETE}

• My Echo • A Mikey Fusco Love Story ❤ [15]

"Lying is done with words and also with silence."

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Rachel slowly walked down the stairs the next morning, tear stains covering her cheeks as she looked into the kitchen at Sasha tapping her foot, looking at the clock.

"I don't feel good," Rachel whispered, looking down at the hardwood floors and Sasha ran up to her, embracing her in a tight hug.

"What happened yesterday?" Rachel simply shook her head, keeping her arms at her sides and Sasha slowly pulled away, "Alright then. Just go back to sleep. I'll call you in." Rachel nodded and quickly ran up the stairs, finally switching out of her school clothes, into some pajamas, and crawled into her bed and let the darkness swallow her.

Rachel stared up at the ceiling later that day, every horrid memory she had ever lived throughout her short life playing in her mind like a never ending horror movie. She wished they would all go away; the constant screaming of her mistakes was slowly killing her each day. She was doing better, starting to trust people, to trust Mikey, but Chase had ruined it. He had made the fear that was slowly disappearing come running back faster than a shooting star.

Rachel was lost in deep thought when she heard a small knock on her door, and Mikey slowly entered the room. She moved under the covers more and turned her back to him; she wanted him out.

"Rachel... can we talk?" He spoke softly, his voice calming as he slowly walked to her side of the bed.

"No." She answered simply, pulling the blankets over her slender body, hiding from him.

"Please..." But Rachel wouldn't speak. She couldn't take having him in her room, all trust she had once had for Mikey was gone. No one could be trusted anymore, because she knew she would only get hurt. Mikey slowly sat on the bed and rested his hand on Rachel's leg. Mikey stared at her for a moment, not sure what to do as tears slowly formed in the back of his eyes, "Leave." She said and Mikey quickly ran out of her house and into his, slamming his bedroom door once he entered it and crashing onto his bed.

Mikey laid in the darkness of his bedroom, tears silently streaming down his flawless cheeks. He was hurt that Rachel had told him to leave her alone and wouldn't even tell him what was wrong. He thought she had started to trust him, but he must've been wrong. Something happened to her yesterday, and he could tell it had damaged her more than she already was, and it killed him knowing he couldn't do anything to help her. He punched his pillow and chucked it across the room. Why did it hurt so much? And why did he even care? He barely knew Rachel, he just knew she needed someone she could trust, but apparently she was beyond anything he could do for her. He slowly got up and snuck out of his house, walking outside and into the forest a bit before reaching the lake that was behind his house. He took a seat against a nearby tree, and stared into the silver darkness of the sparkling water. He threw rocks into the flowing waves, breathing in the crisp night air and listening to the leaves all around him, wishing he knew how to help Rachel.

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Um.

I know this is short.

And I know it sucks.

But I have the attention span of a goldfish right now.

I have been trying to write this for the past 3 days and my brain just refuses to concentrate.

REFUSES.

So. I thought I should end it now before it gets way too horrible.

Next one will be better.

I can PROMISE you that. ;)

I will also have an important message at the beginning so you better read that!!!!