Death Diaries || A Dork Diaries Fanfiction ☑️

Entry 12

Disclaimer: The Dork Diaries series is owned solely by Rachel Renée Russell. This is only a fanfiction -a new take on the books, made for the purpose of entertainment and self-expression. I do not wish to offend anyone, including the author and readers of the book.

Cautionary: This story may be gruesome, appalling, or disturbing to some audiences. Please read at your own discretion.

New Beginnings (pt. 1)

I loved my name. I loved being a Maxwell.

Nicole "Nikki" Jullianne Maxwell.

It's kinda catchy to me, to be honest. What I didn't know was that— I'd love my new name even more.

Nicole Jullianne M. Roberts.

After what happened at Brandon's house, we went to mine a few weeks later. I didn't really expect much, I had already accepted the fact that they didn't want me or even see me; I was practically dead to my own family. I had died the moment MacKenzie breathed her final breath. Though the attempted visit seemed pointless, I still wanted them to know that I still want them to be a part of my life, even if they didn't want me to be part of theirs.

The air was chillier now and snow had started falling, soon enough, we find a few centimeters of them our driveway. We were in Brandon's childhood home, though it held a lot of painful memories for him, he believed that we could make happy ones to add to those he made here when he was younger. We could make our own little happy family. That and we didn't have anywhere else to go. Since he turned eighteen, he gained the right to decide what to do to the properties his parents left behind; the house being one.

It was a cozy 2-storey home with 4 bedrooms. It was simply designed, but was beautiful to look at. The paint had started to fade, inside and out, because of the lack of maintenance during the years that no one had lived in it. It was a little dusty and grimy on the corners, but still fully-furnished. Most lights were still even working and nothing appeared to be broken.

We had chosen his old room as a temporary place we could stay in. We dusted, swept, mopped, and changed the sheets and it looked as good as new. It had a queen-size bed so we fit in just right. The master bedroom isn't locked, but it held memories too strong at the moment so we had decided not to use it for now.

Looking around his room, I take in a little of who he used to be. The walls were, I think, painted cornflower blue; almost faded, shelves and other furniture were white. I had found a stash of Ben 10 posters in an empty drawer, which explains why he had told me to stay in the receiving area while he does "important stuff," the way he blushed when I found them was absolutely adorable.

Because of what transpired in his grandparents home, we needed rest more than ever. The emotional stress that had caused was enough to wear me out physically. I had drifted fast asleep next to Brandon, just before I shut my eyes, I looked at how his hair fell over his eyes.

The moment I opened them, I find myself in my holding cell. Had all of that been a dream all along? I see Brandon walk past on the other side, following an officer in white? I wasn't sure, I couldn't get a good look at him. I ran towards the bars but no matter how fast I ran, I couldn't reach him. It had seemed like the room was expanding so that I couldn't come to him, so I yelled. I screamed from the top of my lungs, to a point that I felt like my throat was bleeding, but he never looked back —not once.

My eyes clouded with tears as I  continues to cry, say, then whisper his name. Brandon, please, come back, don't leave me. Please.

The room turned black and I couldn't see anything. I looked at my hands and found out that they were covered in blood, by my feet were the skates I had once worn, and about 2 meters away, there she was; MacKenzie. She laid on the ground, face first. Her blonde soaked in blood, covering the 5-inch gash on her head. I had put it there. I did that.

I fell backwards when her lifeless body slowly flipped itself over and she stood up with her head down. When she finally looked up, her face contorted into something I couldn't describe. It was anger and mockery in one. She approached me, laughing in the most sinister tone I have ever heard. "Why did you kill me, Nikki? I thought we could have been friends."

Her voice shifted into this high-pitched wail; it was almost like she scared and sad. "I always knew you absolutely abhorred me, but I never thought you'd actually end my life like that. You're a heartless monster!" She yelled and I profusely said my apology. I know it couldn't do anything, but I couldn't think of anything else to do or say. "I had dreams too, you know; a bright future that had always been meant for me, brighter than you can ever imagine." I curled up into a ball and buried my head on my knees, slowly rocking myself back and forth. Trying to convince myself that this is merely a dream and I should wake up. Then it was suddenly silent, when I looked up, she was inches away from my face.

"I told you no one can bring down the queen." And she held up the skates and swinged it with so much force—

Note: I was having an existential crisis on how you spell Nikki's second name, is it Julianne or Jullianne? I feel so conflicted. I just remembered an absurd chapter (well, all of them are, but one was so wacky I almost had a heart attack reading). If you've read this before, there was a "Ghosts?!" chapter, the cringe. That won't work and no way was that happening in real life so I'm so perplexed right now, what the heck am I gonna do to that chapter. Update on my reading, there is really nothing on Brandon's parents so most of the following are made up, dun hate me ples.