As I start to come to my body fucking aches as does my heart.I open my eyes as I slowly start to sit up not totally sure where I'll be when I open them, to my surprise I am still in the cabin. I look to my left and see my little brother. He looks as if he may be sleeping. As I start to send up I noticed my sister is missing, it's what I get for not tying her up. She was probably the one that tased me. I pick up my brother's body as I carry him back to the car. Once again to my surprise it's still here, though there is a piece of paper on the windshield. When I get to the car, I place my brother in the trunk and wrap him in one of the blankets there. Refusing to let myself cry again as I close the trunk. I go to the windshield and take the piece of paper and read it. Here is what it had to say.
"Dear Lilly,
I know you'll never be able to forgive me. I left my tractor activated for you to come find me. I fully expect you to kill me, I hope you will hear me out before that happens. Come find me and please tell Mom and Dad it was an accident, reflex. Hopefully Dad will understand, though I know for a fact Mom won't come find me soon. Sorry about the taze job. I know why you did it to me. I also know you understand at least some of what I've done. I'll never be able to forgive myself for killing Sebastian please come find me soon.
Yours sincerely Sally."
I throw the litter in the car and get in myself. I start driving to where my parents are when I realize I need to go to the agency first. Pick up Sebastian's letter and drop him off at the morgue.
I drive in silence fighting back tears I didn't know I could cry.I didn't even cry this much when Ryan died, I wanted to but the tears never fell. But now the tears can't seem to stop.I use the car's autopilot to make sure I don't end up in an accident. As my vision keeps getting blurry with tears. I know by the time I get to the agency I need to not be crying. I'll be judged so badly if I am. A soldier never cries, it's drilled into us. It's stupid why can't I stop crying. I knew when one of my siblings would die, it would hit the hardest. But I didn't think I wouldn't be able to stop crying.
Just as I finally get my tears under control I see the agency coming up. I pull into the garage and park. I take a deep breath as I go to the trunk and take my brother out. I head straight to the morgue which is only a little ways from the garage. It's the second time in less than three years I've had to carry someone close to me to the morgue. To be precise it's only been 2 years 1 month and 3 days since the last time I carried someone to the morgue. Both times the sense of betrayal I have felt well doing this is immense. When I take him in they ask
"what's his name and we'll grab his bin"
" Sebastian Forest. Age 9 almost 10 birth date June 10th 2008." I say.
The lady then asks "and your name,"
"Lily Forest age 17, birthdate June 8th 2000.
She then asks "and time of death"
"1430 May 25th 2017" I say
I am then handed Sebastian's bin and it holds 35 letters for family and another 25 for his teammates.When my bin is handed out it will have 77 letters for family and 52 for My teammates if it's handed out this year Though it's tradition to only give the grieving teammates and family the most recent letters. I am then given Sebastian's trunk which will have all five of his journals, Including the one he would Not have started yet. At that thought I just about start sobbing again, but use pain management methods to stop myself. I go through the trunk and take out Sebastian's journals. I make sure all photos and other personal items are out. I then hand the trunk back in for the clothes to be reused.I load all of this up in a car removing the letters for Sebastian's teammates specifically the most recent ones and go find them.His teammates we're sad I did a damn good job at hiding it. After that I hop in the car and drive to my parents house. On my way there I radioed my other siblings, the twins and Jade to get over to Mom and Dad's.It's almost a 15 minute drive to home.But it's one of the longest 15 minutes I've ever experienced. As I pull up I take a deep breath because the next few hours are going to be hell.
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My Heavy Burden
ActionLily Forest is 17 years old. She's been a spy since she was 5. She thought she had finally escaped two years ago when she "Retired" but on her way to write her diplomas, she was shot. what happens when her past catches up with her? What choices w...
