Why Nickie Died
Sorry
"And oftentimes excusing of a fault doth make the fault the worse by the excuse."
-William Shakespeare
***
"Nickie, why don't you go out? Meet your friends?", mom offered.
"I guess three years is enough to forget about me, huh?"
"What, Nickie?"
"I don't party. I don't have a best friend. Or even a friend. Or even an acquaintance.", Nickie said.
"Oh. Sorry, honey. I j-just can't handle it anymore, honey! Please!"
"What's wrong, mom?"
"You. I don't know what to do with you, Nickie. Stop it please."
Nickie froze. She knew exactly what her mom was talking about.
"I'm sorry mom."
Mrs. Jenkins didn't speak.
"I was just wondering if I can f-fix my room already?", Nickie wondered.
"Okay. You're stuff are in the box near the door.", mom said.
Nickie thought she heard a sob before she left the dining room.
***
Nickie lifted the heavy box.
She rummaged through the box, hoping to find her books first. But she didn't.
She saw an old picture of her and her dad when they celebrated her last birthday together. Absentmindedly, she traced the picture in her soft hands, as if her dad would come out of it.
And then tears came out of her eyes.
She knew in that moment that her dad was worried about her. Much more worried than her, even. How horrible she felt.
With enough determination in her heart, she grabbed her cellphone.
***
Her hands were shaking as she dialed her dad's phone number.
She put her finger on the "end" button. Just in case.
"Hello?", a husky voice said.
She couldn't speak
"D-dad. It's me. N-nichole." She felt tears well up in her eyes again.
"Nickie?"
"Yes, dad. Your daughter."
"Where are you?" Her dad said with such a relaxed tone.
"I'm only a few hours away. With mom. Please don't worry. Please." Nickie pleaded with tears.
There was a short silence.
"Nickie. Please. I'm so, so, so, sorry. Please, Nickie. I'm deeply sorry for what happened."
"No, dad. I'm the one who should apologize to you. I didn't...and...please...dad...sorry." She was sobbing.
"Shh, honey. Everything's fine. How are you doing?"
"Great.", Nickie said. She was sure her dad is in tears.
"I love you."
"I love you, too dad."
-William Shakespeare
***
"Nickie, why don't you go out? Meet your friends?", mom offered.
"I guess three years is enough to forget about me, huh?"
"What, Nickie?"
"I don't party. I don't have a best friend. Or even a friend. Or even an acquaintance.", Nickie said.
"Oh. Sorry, honey. I j-just can't handle it anymore, honey! Please!"
"What's wrong, mom?"
"You. I don't know what to do with you, Nickie. Stop it please."
Nickie froze. She knew exactly what her mom was talking about.
"I'm sorry mom."
Mrs. Jenkins didn't speak.
"I was just wondering if I can f-fix my room already?", Nickie wondered.
"Okay. You're stuff are in the box near the door.", mom said.
Nickie thought she heard a sob before she left the dining room.
***
Nickie lifted the heavy box.
She rummaged through the box, hoping to find her books first. But she didn't.
She saw an old picture of her and her dad when they celebrated her last birthday together. Absentmindedly, she traced the picture in her soft hands, as if her dad would come out of it.
And then tears came out of her eyes.
She knew in that moment that her dad was worried about her. Much more worried than her, even. How horrible she felt.
With enough determination in her heart, she grabbed her cellphone.
***
Her hands were shaking as she dialed her dad's phone number.
She put her finger on the "end" button. Just in case.
"Hello?", a husky voice said.
She couldn't speak
"D-dad. It's me. N-nichole." She felt tears well up in her eyes again.
"Nickie?"
"Yes, dad. Your daughter."
"Where are you?" Her dad said with such a relaxed tone.
"I'm only a few hours away. With mom. Please don't worry. Please." Nickie pleaded with tears.
There was a short silence.
"Nickie. Please. I'm so, so, so, sorry. Please, Nickie. I'm deeply sorry for what happened."
"No, dad. I'm the one who should apologize to you. I didn't...and...please...dad...sorry." She was sobbing.
"Shh, honey. Everything's fine. How are you doing?"
"Great.", Nickie said. She was sure her dad is in tears.
"I love you."
"I love you, too dad."
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I listened to Hush Hush by PCD while writing this.It fits for the scenes :)
thank you.
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