Breakeven-Max Schneider Fanfic!

Chapter 4

Colette's POV

As I park my scooter in my spot and walk up to my apartment, my phone starts ringing.

"Hello?" I ask as I unlock my apartment door.

"Is this Colette Smith?" And unfamiliar voice asks.

"Yes. Who is this?" I ask cautiously.

"This is Dr. Roberts. Your family was in a car accident earlier today. No one survived. I'm so sorry." I'm frozen in my place as the words register.

"My sister?" I ask quietly.

"She died on impact. No pain at all." He replies as I sob.

"What about my mom? My dad?" I ask, sitting on my couch.

"Your mom didn't make it to the hospital, and your father died during surgery. I am really sorry Ms. Smith." Dr. Roberts is serious.

"I've gotta go." I say, ending the call immediately.

My whole family, gone. Never to be seen again. My sister, never gonna get married. I'm really gonna miss her, even though she was annoying. My mom, who made the best lasagna and pumpkin pie. My dad, who I'd have wrestling matches with and play board games all day every Saturday. They're gone. I have no one left.

I get up and walk to my room. I grab my pajamas and walk to the bathroom, ready for a long hot shower.

20 Minutes later

I sniffle as I walk into my room, brushing my long brown hair. I set my brush down and climb into bed, pulling the covers around my body like a cocoon. I lay there, thinking of my family, crying, wishing at least one of them survived. Soon enough I'm asleep, restless, unhappy, but asleep.

6:00 in the morning.

I grab my helmet, checking myself in the mirror. The spots under my eyes are a little puffy from crying, but otherwise, you can't tell, except that I'm wearing Victoria Secret sweatpants, a Ramones sweater and gray Uggs in my bag, which normally I would only wear with skinny jeans.

I walk into Starbucks, the hood from my oversized Hello Kitty hoodie up, covering my hair, which is tied back in a fishtail braid. I order my usual latte and get it to-go so I'm not late for morning rehearsal. Since, I skipped a couple grades and I'm a senior in college, I only have to do half-days.

I hop back on my scooter, the coffee in a makeshift cup holder I attached a while ago. After I park my bike I do my normal exchange, and slip on my Uggs. I then walk to the studio, thinking, trying to predict what will happen today.

"Morning, Colette." Max says, not looking up from his sheet music, as I walk in.

"Morning." I say, my voice raspy and tired. He looks up, notices my outift and hair and sighs.

"What's wrong?" He asks, setting his pen down.

"I don't wanna talk about it." I say, sitting down at the piano.

"Okay. You wanna try Somebody That I Used To Know?" He asks smiling lightly. I nod, starting the song.

Now and then I think of when we were together

Like when you said you felt so happy you could die

Told myself that you were right for me

But felt so lonely in your company

But that was love and it's an ache I still remember

You can get addicted to a certain kind of sadness