She Wants What She Hates ~ Ally/You (G!P)

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*Its almost over y'all

As I sat in the waiting room for almost two hours, blood on my hoodie and tears in my eyes. They offered me help, but I refused; I only care about my brother.

I couldn't stop praying to God to keep my little brother alive. I've already lost him once, and I don't wanna lose him again.

Everything happened so fast that I can't remember what exactly happened after the gunshots. I just kinda ended up here. My leg was shaking uncontrollably and rivers made their way on my cheeks.

God, I don't ask for much from you, but please don't take him away. Please.

Just then, a face I've grown to despise shows up and approaches me. "Y/N, what happened?" She asks, obviously distraught. I stand up, and she sees the blood on my jacket. "What happened to him? What happened?"

I let out a shaky breath, "They shot him."

"Who?! Who shot him?" I shake my head, feeling overwhelmed, "I dunno. I-," my voice gets lost in my throat, a sob replacing it.

Just then, the doctor comes in. "Jahseh Onfroy?" Cleo and I look at her, "Yes, I'm his mother." The doctor looks at me, "His sister." She gives us a sad look, "I'm sorry, ladies, but-," I didn't let her finish.

I punch a hole in the wall in a sad rage. I dunno why I was so angry. I guess my emotions were tired of being sad and switched to a different one. It takes two male nurses to sit me down, "Man, let me go! Let me go!" I sob out.

"They took my brother, man. They took my brother," I cry. I feel the men release me and a pair of arms hesitantly embrace me. I collapse into the hold, weeping like a baby. "They took him, Cleo. They took him. Why wasn't it me? It should've been me." She let's me go and holds my cheeks.

I see tears in her eyes, her bottom lip quivering, "Y/N, don't talk like that." I bite down hard on my bottom lip, "But y-you said that-," she shushes me. "I was wrong. I'm so sorry for all the pain I put you through. I'm sorry for all the nasty things I said to you. I'm sorry for everything, Y/N."

This makes me cry harder.

"I forgive you."

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A week later, after his funeral, I went home. I haven't spoken to anyone since that day. And I mean no one, not even my dad. Cleo brought me home after I had calmed down. I hate that the situation brought us together, but at the same time I didn't hate it.

I know it's temporary because of Jahseh, but I'll take anything at this point.

I'd lock myself in my room or the studio and write and record. I had completed Closure with his vocals that I had on my phone as well as Die For You and a few others.

I was halfway done with my album.

I sat at my desk, jotting down notes while I had my brother's voice in my ears. His last song SAD! has been on repeat since it was released. One of the guys that robbed us was caught just a few days ago, which I'm happy about, but that don't bring my brother back.

I had turned my phone completely off because I got sick of the 'I'm sorry for you lost' messages. The boys tried to come and see me a few times, but I'm not in the mood to see anyone.

Not even Ally.

I hear a knock at my door, but I ignored it. Again, I don't wanna be bothered.