When Death opens the door

Chapter 8: Why?

Belle's P.O.V.

I felt Pony moving around and heard him get up. I jerked up and saw him trying to sneak out. I felt hurt and wanted to cry. He figured that out. "It's okay. I'm not gonna leave you. I just gotta get ready for school." He said. I felt better until the last sentence. So he was going to leave me. He sighed and helped me out of bed. I walked behind him to the kitchen and watched as he got a bowl of cereal then sat down. "You want anything to eat?" He asked. I shook my head and he gave a wondering look. I then thought about the last time I had something to eat. It was like 2 days ago maybe. I couldn't rememeber. He went and got dressed and got ready to walk out the door. I grabbed his hand and followed him out. He tried to let go so I tightened my grip. He looked at me. "Look, I have to go to school." He said. I knew no one else was home and I didn't want to stay by my lonesome. He sighed and told me to go get something to wear. I ran in and grabbed something random from my bag and threw it on. I ran back outside and Pony looked at me before grabbing my hand and taking me to school.

We finally got home and Pony got the mail. I had held his hand all day at school except during the classes. I didn't really do anything since I wasn't part of the school. I just sat by and watched. We got home with me gripping the back of his shirt. I walked towards the kitchen to get something to eat when I heard a letter drop to the floor. I looked back to see Pony about to burst into tears. I went over and picked up the letter. I looked it over and shook my head. I dropped it and pounced onto Pony. He caught me and held me while I sobbed into his neck. He wasn't crying yet and I knew he was trying to stay strong for me. I knew I hardly known his brother, but I loved him like he was my brother and now I knew it was my fault for loving him. The letter was for Soda. It was drafting him to Vietnam.