Death Diaries || A Dork Diaries Fanfiction ☑️

Entry 09

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.

Road to Happily nEver After
(pt. 1)

I woke up the next day with my head on the bed. I had somehow fallen asleep, with my arms as makeshift pillows. It wasn't a comfortable position, but it has probably been one of the best sleep I have gotten since that day. I watch Brandon steadily breathing in his slumber, mouth slightly open as he softly snored.

Felix was on the visitor's couch, one leg flat on the surface and the other bent in a very uncomfortable way. I don't know what position it was but he's sleeping quite well on such a hard place so I guess it wasn't so bad? He had offered me to have his place yesterday night, but I had preferred to stay on the monoblock chair, slump forward, and put my head on the bed where Brandon was resting. That way, I could always check up on him. Strangely, I didn't wake up once since he barely stirred. Nothing better than a dreamless night.

I sighed. After MacKenzie's passing, I had dreaded nighttime so much since it was either I don't get to sleep at all or I keep waking up because of the nightmares that haunted me.

Yesterday's events were still a shock. Well, it wasn't everyday that you just get dismissed from a murder trial with no punishment at all; find out your hospitalized boyfriend was alive and had paid for the mysterious lawyer that had showed up at your visiting cell; and get engaged to the said boyfriend!

Outside the courtroom, I was almost certain that I was going to end up in jail for the rest of my life. Luckily, Felix was there to help. On a side note, just how good-looking and gifted can the Roberts family be? Brandon was practically a golden boy, despite being a dork -which is hardly a downer, because let's admit it, we're dorky about at least one thing we're passionate about. And now, I guess I have to get used to referring to him as my fiancé.

I wasn't at all mad they had kept the fact that they were related that long. Maybe a little at Felix because he made me think he was a serial killer the first few seconds we met, but not at the same time because, well, the man just saved me from a predicament I caught myself in.

After the spontaneous proposal, a nurse came in to check on Brandon's vitals, greeted us a goodnight, and left. Brandon told me what happened to him when he woke up and explained why people had made me think he was dead -which I wish he didn't say because it has created this mixed feeling of fear and anger within me.

The last thing he remembered was seeing MacKenzie with a hockey stick, twirling us around and then it turned black. He just woke up in the hospital one day, his family frantically pacing the room -stressed. Told him he'd been in a medically-induced coma for a few weeks. They fussed over him for some time until Felix arrived after he was called a few days prior. They didn't ask him why he summoned his cousin all the way from Ohio, because the two had always been close.

According to the doctors, he suffered from a minor hemorrhage and a concussion. They had to put him to sleep so his injuries could heal properly. That explains why he slurs sometimes and gets confused by his own sentences.

At some point, his family did find out why he asked Felix to visit, much to their chagrin. Brandon got an earful of lecturing, but he had finally convinced them to stay home and let him handle his life the way he wanted to and that if he wished to help me, they had to respect that. I can't say that I'm happy he's willing to go through such lengths for me, he's possibly -nay, certainly- severing ties with his family. I didn't want that, even if it's just so he could be with me.

I told him how I felt and he said that he really wanted this for both of us. He loves his family dearly, but they also have to understand that he's doing what will make himself happy. He held my hand all the way as he professed just how much thought he had put into his decision. I was on the edge of my seat the whole time, tears threatening to spill from my eyes.

He didn't need to explain to me why people made me think he's gone. Well, because the people we're talking about are his grandparents.

It wasn't a secret to me that Brandon's parents had passed away long before I moved to Westchester. He was raised by his dad's parents, that didn't make him completely sad. Sure, he misses his mom and dad, but he also appreciates and loves Betty and Phil.

I was calling Brandon's phone a few days after I woke up in the hospital. I had practically begged the officers to let me make the call, but it I had to do so more than thrice until it was finally picked up. Betty-er Mrs. Smith answered angrily spat at me that it was my fault why she had lost her grandson. When I met her the first time, when we were trying to raise money for her animal shelter, she was just a radiating lady. Always happy, gentle, and kind.

I didn't have to be a genius to understand that they simply didn't want me for him. Their son and his wife -Brandon's parents- died because of a double homicide, I was murderer and wasn't any different from the person who killed them.

Even I wouldn't want me for him.

Note: I am simply touched by how genuine and selfless Brandon and Nikki's love for each other is. I mean, that's how love should be. I feel so sappy, but also sad for what's to come.