History Has Its Eyes On Me (A Racetrack Higgins Fanfic)

History has its eyes on me

Nikel's POV. Singing is in bold. The voices in Nikel's head and Remus singing are in italics. 

I looked at the house that was in ruins. My old house. It had been so much stuff and now it was gone. It survived a global pandemic, it survived a bush fire next-door and it even survived a hurricane. This moment was just like it. Remus and I were in our room. I couldn't sleep. I was terrified. Remus was petrified too. We helped each other get through the storm. We could help each other get through this! But this was different. We had a place to stay that night. Where would we stay if another one hit? What about bandits? What about getting food? I wish that I could've stayed in Race's world. I looked at Remus. He was covered in ash. I helped him up. He looked down. He turned away from me. Full of depression, he started to walk away. "Remus, I know that you are full of grief but we'll get through this. We always have. We're Warners for God's sake! I don't pretend to know the challenges we're facing Remus. You are my big brother and I need you. I love you brother. I really do," I told him. I grabbed his arm. He turned his head.  For a second, his eyes locked with mine. His determined eyes and my tear-stained ones. "I- I'll stay Nikel. I need you, little sis. We need each other," he said. Remus hugged me. For the first time in my lifetime, I was happy to be with my brother. I pulled away from him. I pulled something out of my pocket. There were a locket and a newsie cap. I put the locket on. "Let me tell you what I wish I'd known when I was young and dreamed of glory. You have no control who lives, who dies who tells your story," I looked my brother dead in the eye. "History has its eyes on me," I sang softly. 'Woah, Woah, Woah. Woah. Woah, yeah.' The voices in my head sang. "History had its eyes on me," I sang, looking at my brother. 'Woah, Woah, Woah. Woah. Woah,'  Remus sang with the voices. He saluted me. I ran up the exit of the street, my brother trailing behind me. "History has its eyes on me," I sang. I put the newsie cap on my head and raised my arm. My story wasn't over yet, it was just starting...