Sisco's POV:
I locked my bedroom door fast and slipped on my pajama's. I heard Liz's door did the same.
I felt tears begging to rush out of my eye but i refuse to let it.
It happens.
It was meant to happen anytime.
But we didn't know it happened this fast.
Liz and i were suppose to meet up with Melissa and Miyu but i dont think it's going as planned anymore.
I could hear Liz screaming. I just felt tears pouring.
Sadness got washed away now all that's left of me was emptyness.
I've never been this lonely and vulnerable before...
I feel like i lost the lottery or something...
I punched the wall as hard as i could.
"F*ck, why did you have to leave now?! You were the one that kept our group together for years....f*ck.." i whispered the last part as i saw a string of blood vary down the ice cold walls.
Nobody really knew how we got together, cause we didn't want to tell but now looking back at those times, i wished i charished them most.
I felt sick.
I've been a fricken douchebag all this time and he still sticked with me.
He never smiled at us, he never laughed at our jokes or at us, he never blushed when he's embaressed, he never let his eyes widen with fear, he never flinched when something sudden happened. But all those times meant something more, more than i could ever imagine.
He helped our family, he hung out with us even if he didn't want to.
He helped us more than anyone and whenever we tried to help him, he'll slip out of our hands.
He said it made him feel weak, he said it didn't help, he said all he needed was to help us, he always put us before his own problems which only made it worse. He refused to offer our help. He would get there halfway but by then, we needed him again.
I've been a b*tch...
Liz and i were the reason that caused it.
His mother died and his father was in jail.
He couldn't careless.
But us.
Us.
At times he did hurt us. Only to teach us a lesson, but that was it.
We deserved it.
He never wanted to drink or go to a strip club but guess what? He still came!
I remember back when we were nine, he invited us for his birthday party.
Liz and i both refused, saying, "i dont wanna come" and stuff...
I remember passing by his house and only seeing his parents there with him. His dad doing paper work and eating cake at the same time and his mom yelling at him and slashing him in the face with a knife.
He didn't care. He just stood still looking down on the ground while his mom cut his face and skin.
I just stopped in my tracks, in front of there lawn and looking through there window in horrid.
I snapped when his mom stung a knife through his stomach, making his back hit the back of the counter.
No sign if fear was shown but i knew his was terrifyed of what happened next.
I couldn't do anything.
He just stood there, laying on the ground.
His eyes were still awake and his chest was still moving upwards and downwards. But he seemed upset.
A moment later, he closed his eyes as if he surrendered.
With that, hee mom huffed, took the cake and went up his stairs.
As his dad wiped the cake from the neably areas around his mouth, the red-headed boy slowly pulled out the knife, coughing heavily. He laid it on the ground and stood up with his wobbly legs.
I was sad.
Horrifyed.
Disgusted.
Scared.
Mad.
But my legs still stood frozen.
Not to mention, our town was like a ghost town so not many people lived in it.
I spotted him walking out of the house so i ducked under his three feet white-colored fence and looked through the gaps.
He sat there, and crawled into a ball in front of his house.
That was the first time i seen him cry.
His screams were loud.
His entire body was stained from blood.
Salty tears, mixed with blood.
He held onto his arms for dear life, like his ownself was the only person he had.
I didn't know what i was feeling. I remembered. I wish i forgotten. It felt terrible. I just watched, with eyes wide open.
Liz and i didn't want to go because we thought he was a freaky little boy who had no self-control.
We were both dead wrong.
Now that i remember, he lied to everyone that asked him about his parents or past.
He told them he was pulled into a hug by his mother and his father shot her from behind.
That was far apart from the truth.
What actually happened was, the next time he tried inviting us to his birthday party, we said no again. I could swear i heard his lungs get caught by something. He was sad. It was clear.
I didn't want to go.
I didn't want his own mother doing that to Liz or me.
I was a damn coward.
But i remember walking past his house again, this time i ducked faster only to see both his parents beating him on his front long with a chainsaw. Cutting and toring apart his skin.
It was as if he ran out of tears, like there wasn't any leftovers anymore.
He was just...staring at the ground, letting them do there business while having no emotions.
But this time, i caught into the situation.
I just barged onto there property bit onto his mother's leg.
I felt her tense and i heard her scream.
With that, she looked at me and i know right at that time, i knew i lemanted my choice.
She took a step away from her son while her husband took care of him, she took care of them.
I could tell she was aiming for my legs so i tried to back away quickly.
I could tell he was looking at me. Emotionless.
I stared back at his mom.
As she swung her chainsaw up in the air, i held up my palm to my face for protection.
Nothing came.
What now? Is she going to take me hos-
I opened my eyes just then to see that red-headed male shielding me, legs wide open and arms that tuned out.
He didn't say anything to me but i knew he had nothing to do with me.
He just wanted to make sure i was safe so i could leave him alone forever.
I saw him crash onto the floor, limbs less tense. Breathing getting slower.
I stared.
What the h**...
I swished my head back to his mom. But she dropped dead too.
Liz.
Blood pouring out of the males mother.
An arrow straight through her head.
I knew instantly, it was Liz. She always been great with bow and arrows.
She pointed towards the dad that was too dead.
All in all, if Ky said that we did it, Liz and i would have been in jail.
I remember him in the hospital...looking at Liz and i and shrugging.
Couldn't he talk.
I took a closer look at him.
"Hey, talk to us!" I snapped.
He moved his head swiftly towards us and looked down.
"Just go" was his command.
We saved you, now you telling us to leave?! What kind of crap is this?!
I hung onto his arm making him flinch but i didn't care.
"DUDE! WE SAVED YOUR LIFE! YOU SHOULD-"
He took his hand and held onto my face with it. His fingertips tightned.
"That's un-true you dumb freak. I would have still been alive but i had to save you"
"Tch! No one can predict the future, smart kid!"
"If im so smart then you should believe me" he suggesting, letting go of my face and rubbing the spit i caused in his palm off with his light yellow hospital blanket.
"You guys dont have to be stuck here, waiting for me to get better, i-"
"YOUR PARENTS ARE DEAD! WE CAN'T LEAVE-"
"Yes you can. I can live perfectly on my own! What about your family?!" He snarled.
I glanced at Liz who was quiet the entire time.
"...we couldn't go to your stupid birthday party because we needed to do our work. Your family is a rich a** playground, guess what? NOT EVERYONE IS LIKE THAT! OUR FAMILY'S HAVE TO DO SO MUCH JUST TO HELP ME GROW AND LIVE!" I cried.
He sighed.
"My family is dead now. Take however much many you greedy damn people need. I dont give a sh*t wether or not you took everything" he insisted.
I looked back onto him with hopeful eyes.
Liz bounced into the scene with glimmer in her light blue eyes.
"Really?!" She cried, hopping all around.
Ky shrugged and nodded.
From that day on, we became bestfriends.
My family and Liz's family died...but he took care of us. He taught us how to cook and look now.
He tried to teach us everything we needed to know and look where were at?
Were drunk, stupid, and fricken dumb.
I could only think of one word that would describe him perfectly.
He was family.
Thats when i sat on my floor.
Looking at the empty beer bottles i had, i grew angry.
F*ck, f*ck, F*CK.
I heard a knock downstairs.
I didn't plan on going to pick it up my i heard footsteps approch my door.
Like that, i heard a gentle knock on the door.
I brushed away my tears quickly and opened it.
I was quickly met with the light blondie who had multiple tear stains on each side of her cheek.
"W...wanna go get it and break the news?" She asked quietly.
This meant alot..and i could tell.
She's usually those happy-go-lucky girl who doesn't really give a damn but right now, i can practically see a thunder cloud above her head.
I nodded sadly and we both traveled down stairs.
I unlocked it slowly.
"Omg! What happened to you..?" Asked Melissa, pointing at my face.
I growled at her a bit.
"Im sorry we didn't meet up with you guys but..we gotta tell you something..and please break the news.." mentioned the blonde.
Miyu nodded in confusment but went alone as seconds went by.
With that, she exhaled deeply and looked straight into both there eyes.
"Ky...is dead"
I dont know which past is even more horrific, Emma's or Ky's. I could never tell.
But we have to remember were only human, we all know how it feels to be forgotten for a while.