It Was All An Accident (Frerard)

Chapter Fifteen: The Bonds We Break

Mikey's POV:

Tunes where all around me, filling the air with a sweet, yet hauntingly sad melody. The melody had started out softly, just as feathers brushed gently against soft skin. Then, it had built itself up until I almost wanted to cry from the love it spoke so highly of. From there on, it had slowly become more and more sad, like a tale of a lover who tried his best to apologize. In the end, it was just as soft as it had started out.

The song was mine and had originated from the acoustic guitar I now held in my hands. I had been working on the song for the past week, and it was just now that it was done. To be honest, I didn't know exactly what the song was. If it was an apology or an 'I love you' statement. And, if it was the first, I didn't really know what I was trying to apologize for.

All I really knew about the song was that I had made it for Sarah. To show her how much I care for her, even though I seemed to do everything wrong lately. The way we seemed to drift apart was bothering me and her sickness was worrying me to no end. It was like she was trying to push me away on purpose, and I had no idea what I had done to make her do that. All I wanted was for things to go back to normal. Normal, as in the way everything had been just a month ago, and as it had always been between us. The loving way we cared for each other, shared things with each other and held the same dreams of a family, it all seemed to disappear in front of my eyes. I had no idea how to fix it, but I was hoping the song was a step in the right direction.

I started to play the song all over again, making sure I got everything right. I didn't want to play this song for her before I knew it was perfect and that I could play it perfectly for her. I played it over two more times before I put my beloved guitar away safely in it's case.

I had locked myself up in my little studio all day, working on it. It was now late, and I knew Sarah would soon come home from her friend's place where she had celebrated New Year's Eve and had dinner. Since I hadn't feel like going this time, we had agreed that I would stay at home. Sarah seemed to be happy with that, and whatever made her happy was fine with me and made me happy, so it had been a win-win situation. But, I knew she'd be home soon, and I didn't want her to come home and find me in here, so I went out into the living room and sat down on the couch, finding the remote control and turn on the TV. I zapped between some channels for a while before I found a decent music channel and let it stay there. I wasn't really up to watching it, so I just laid down to relax.

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I woke up when I heard the front door open and then shut again. I heard some stumbling, and I wondered idly if Sarah had been drinking tonight, but let that thought slide to the back of my mind as I got up from the couch, and walked out to greet her. When I came out into the entrance, Sarah was there, but she was leaning on the wall, her head down with her hair hanging around her face in a mess and she didn't look very well. In fact, she looked like she'd been out partying real hard and that she was exceedingly drunk. But, I could smell no alcohol on her at all, which was even more worrying.

"Sarah, what's wrong?" I asked.

She looked at me before answering, "Nothing is wrong." I would have let it slide, if she hadn't of bent over in that moment, looking like she was about to vomit, while her hand flew up to her mouth to cover it. At the same time, she took off in the direction of the toilet. I decided to follow her, even though I knew she wouldn't be very happy with me for this. She reached the bathroom before me, and just when I reached up with her, she slammed the door in my face. All I could do was stand outside while I heard her gag over and over again.

"Sarah, are you okay?" The worry in my voice was obvious, even though I tried to hide how worried I was.

The answer came several minutes later, after more gagging, the water had been running for a little while and some quiet time. "Yeah, Mikey, I'm fine. How many times do I have to tell you this?"