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"I thought we discussed this dad, I'm not talking to her." I said sourly sitting on the edge of Paytons empty bed.

"Can you just put your issues aside for five minutes? Please?" He spoke desperately raising his voice slightly.

I waited in silence.

"Your mother is in a coma Mia." He let out a hard breath.

"She...Is...What?" I repeated but couldn't put together the words.

"I will explain in the car. I'm already on my way with the kids." He said quietly. "I need you Mia. I would wait until tomorrow if I could but..." His voice was cracking with every word he spoke.

"I'll get ready to go." I murmured.

"Thank you." He swallowed before hanging up.

My mother...was in a...coma.

I couldn't put together the words in my head. I didn't want to face what I knew was approaching me rapidly. The gut wrenching emotion that I was all to familiar with. The pain of knowing you could have done something differently. That something bad is happening.

But the tears that normally followed didn't fall.

Things were about to be flipped upside down all over again. I would be home in a heartbeat in this situation no matter what, but the way my father said he needed me...it was so desperate I couldn't judge the severity which set unease in my body.

I slowly got up, lifting my suitcase from beneath my bed. It was time to pack up all over again.

(~.~)

"Do you have everything?" My father asked returning back to my now half empty dorm. All that was left was the wardrobe of the roommate who I no longer talked to and had left days before.

"Just this." I said handing him one of the totes off my shoulders.

"I'll meet you in the car." He nodded leaving for the last time. I stood in the center of my room, glancing around before turning for the door which now occupied Trevor.

Shit.

"You're...You're leaving." He murmured scanning my room aimlessly.

"Yeah..." I said quietly adjusting my off the shoulder sweater.

"you've been crying." Trevor whispered stepping into the room.

I hung my head heavy. Great. Facing him in black leggings, boots and a far too big sweater with messy uncombed hair and puffy eyes, this looked awful.

"I take back the kiss Mia. If its making you leave...I take it all back. We can go back to the way we were before. I'll do any-"

"Trevor." I interrupted him.

"Yeah?" He swallowed.

"My mother is dying." I said quietly.

He didn't say anything. He did exactly what I knew he would.

I closed my eyes as his arms laced around my waist pulling me close, dropping my bag on the floor beside us. I held him close clenching my jaw in order to stay calm. Reassuringly, one of his hands stroked my hair, running his fingers through the tangles lightly.

"I'm so sorry..." He whispered against the top of my head.

I sighed bringing my face up to his. There was so much pain in his features, and it wasn't till then that I realized I didn't know when I would see him again and that was all he could think about.

"Don't..." I whispered running my finger over his  cheekbone, not wanting to see his watery eyes let loose.

"I'll see you soon?" He asked shakily.

I couldn't answer that.

"Mia..." He whispered shaking my head.

Trevor had done nothing but save me from myself- I didn't expect that, not at all. Except Trevor and I were short lived, but there was nothing I could do about it.

Everything changed when I met Jake.

When I fell for Jake. When Jake fell for me.

When Jake and I shared each other in a way that can't be replaced.

When Jake shattered me into a thousand sharp fragments.

When I left home for what I wished to be for good.

When I met Trevor at that party at the end of August.

 When Trevor brought me back to my room after fainting.

When I lived with Trevor for a month before Pay let me back in.

When Trevor listened to me every night.

When Trevor used a few pieces of scotch tape to mend the sharp fragments back together. When Trevor kissed me.

When I kissed Trevor.

Everything changed when time decided to take of in a whirl dragging me along for the long ride.

Biting my tongue, I stood up on my tip toes cradling his face in my small hands while our foreheads pressed together.

"I have to go." I whispered, pressing my lips lightly against his. Trevor sucked in a hard breath of air as if I were causing him pain. I didn't want him to hurt when I was gone. I didn't mean for him to fall for me, and right now I probably wasn't helping.

Trevor's arms gripped my waist tightly, clinging to my slender body before I fell back flat footed, reaching back down for my bag.

"Goodbye Trevor." I whispered wrapping one arm around his neck, hugging him gently. I wouldn't let tears fall, not now. I needed to be strong for him. I needed him to be strong for me. I kissed his cheek lightly before leaving him for the door.

I couldn't look back, I wouldn't.

(~.~)

"It was on this highway." My father swallowed as we drove on I95, now minutes until we would pull off for the hospital. It had been probably the longest most painful car ride of my entire life.

I glanced over at my sleeping siblings...They had know idea.

"So it was just some drunk driver?" I asked quietly

"Something like that." He said glancing out the window before putting his right turn signal on, slowing down for the wide exit turn.

This place seemed so empty to me. There was nothing left of meaning for me at home, and that was absolutely heartbreaking. I wipped the tears away from beneath my eyes, glancing out the rain streaked window.

I left this place like this. I come back to this place the same. 
"You bring in Abby? I'll get Mike." My dad said, pulling the keys out of the ignition before stepping out into the downpour, quickly scooping Mike in his arms, still wrapped in his Avatar blanket. 
I looked over my shoulder, still sitting in the passenger's seat. I studied my little sisters' angelic features; the beach blonde color of her hair, the way strands misted over her porcelain forehead.
This was the girl whose mother had now been on life support for hours. This was the girl who had never experienced heartache, loss, serious pain, death.

My sister was a stranger to all the things that were going to hit her, hard
I thought about her future. Her first boyfriend, her first kiss, her first date. All these things that my mother most likely won't be able to see. Who will she have when I go to college? Who's going to take Abby shopping? Who's going to buy her tampons and makeup? 
I brushed away the falling tears once again.

My mother was there for all that. Though she didn't approve of what was real to me, like Jacob she still had been present. 
I stepped out into the pounding storm, quickly opening her car door to pull her out, wrapping her pink blanket around her small body- covering the top of her head then her tucked underneath my neck. I bolted for the double doors of the hospital, Abby slowly waking in my arms.
"When did you get here Mi-Mi?" Abby spoke into the nape of my neck, still groggy with sleep. 
I pulled the blanket off the top of her head, kissing her forehead.
"You slept the whole time. Dad picked me up." I murmured carrying her inside. I glanced around the plain white room, filled with a secretary desk, a green plant and blue chairs. 
Hospitals.

They could at least make them a little more appealing.
I laid her down across one of the benches across from Mike, placing the sweatshirt from my waist to use as a pillow underneath her head. 
"I'm looking for Kelly Bryant." I asked the receptionist, pushing my hair back out of my face. 
"Room 207." She replied looking up at me meekly. "I'll watch them for you." She said glancing over at Abby and Mike who slowly dozed off once again.
I smiled gratefully, wrapping my arms around my body as I made my way down the prison like hall