He wanted to be a director. His movies make you want to cry, scream, and laugh all at once. He loved his movies. He would die for his movies and he did. I walk up to the house with the orange door with the number 63 painted on it. I slowly knock but the door was already open. I walk in and hear some type of projector whirling. I follow the sound up the stairs and see a movie playing. I recognize it as Lucas’ movie. I sit down on one of the chairs set out in the room. I hear a cough behind me. I turn quickly,
“Sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you.” I see Lucas. I stand up knocking my chair back. I stare at him wide-eyed,
“Lucas? You’re alive?” I cover my mouth,
“If only.” He replies, with a bitter smile, “I’m his twin. Logan.” He puts his face in his hands. I swallow the lump in my throat, “I know I look a lot like him. I can’t walk down the street without someone thinking I’m Lucas. He was the brother everyone knew. I was the one in the background.” He looks up at me, “I just can’t believe he’s dead.” He starts crying. I take a seat next to him, afraid to touch him. Because Lucas is dead and he looks exactly like Lucas. The same blue eyes and dark brown hair. I watch the movie instead. It was amazing. Logan stops crying and starts watching the movie too. We Watch his brothers work together. When it’s over I get up,
“He deserves to be known. He was a brilliant director.” I tell Logan,
“What are you his girlfriend? How do you even know about this place?” Logan says getting up looking down on me,
“No. He was just a friend. He told me to come here before he…” I trail off looking anywhere else besides his face,
“You are the survivor. Hope Greenson? Right? The Lucky girl.” For some reason this makes me mad. I look at him right in the eye,
“I am not lucky! I am far from lucky! I had to watch while all my classmates were shot one by one by some lunatic! Then the asshole didn’t have the courtesy to kill me as well! He made me stay here making me re-live their deaths everyday for the rest of my life!” my voice broke, “I am not lucky, Logan. Not even close.” He takes a deep breath,
“I’m sorry I didn’t think-“
“You clearly didn’t.” I cut him off. We both stop talking and look away from each other. After a couple of minutes he finally spoke up,
“How did it happen?” I sigh. He asked it. I had to tell him. He deserved to know. I sit down on a seat and close my eyes as the memory comes rushing towards me.
I put my arms around my knees. Rocking slowly. I feel a tap on my shoulder. I look next to me and see the brightest blue eyes I’ve ever seen,
“I’m Lucas.” He tells me giving me his hand. I don’t shake it though. It was covered with blood that wasn’t mine, “Sorry. I didn’t think about that.” I nod my head, crying, “Hey don’t cry. Pretty girls like you shouldn’t cry. We will make it. And we’ll put that sucker in jail with this.” He shows me his camera in his front jacket pocket. He puts it back,
“I don’t think you should do that.” I tell him,
“Don’t worry about me. I’ll be fine.” He sits back, recording the whole thing. I look over at him. All of a sudden I hear a gunshot. I look over at James. It was pointed at me. No not me Lucas. I look over at Lucas. He was looking at me pleadingly as I heard James mutter,
“Stupid camera kid. Always being at the wrong place at the wrong time. Record this asshole!” James then walks away to the other side of the room. I start crying again,
“Don’t cry.” He say wiping away my tears with his bloody hand, “Go to the orange door. Number 63 painted. Tell Logan sorry.” He stops speaking and drops his hand, eyes rolled back. Dead too. I move away from him and get up. I get stares from everyone, shock plastered on their faces. I open my mouth to yell at James. But a hand grabs my mouth and pulls me down,
“Are you crazy?” my savior tells me,
“I don’t care. I want to die. Let me.” He holds my mouth covering it,
“No I won’t. Let you-“
I stop the memory. It’s not his time yet. I wasn’t ready for him yet. I open my eyes and see Logan still staring at me. I sigh,
“He helped me.” I told him, “He told me to stop crying. That pretty girls like me shouldn’t cry.” I told him smiling. Logan smiled too,
“Always a flirt, Lucas.”
“He was video taping the…situation.” I swallowed, “James caught him and…that’s it.” I looked down, “Before he passed he told me to come here and…” I stop and take a breath,
“And what?” Logan asks,
“He told me to tell you he’s sorry.” He starts crying again,
“It’s all my fault. I told him he was a terrible brother and he tried to make it up to me by getting something for me. He shouldn’t have been there. He should have been home. Not…dead.” I walk up to him,
“It’s not your fault. It’s no ones fault. Don’t blame yourself. He wouldn’t have wanted that.” I pat his back and he hugs me. Not knowing what to do, I hug him back. After a while I speak up, “He deserves to be known.” Logan nods his head,
“He does and he will.” He goes into the closet and comes back out holding at least 10 films, “We are going to let him be famous.” I smile at him, tears falling from my eyes. Lucas deserved this.
