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It still haunts me. I still lie awake at night asking myself what I could of done differently to change it. I blame myself for that little boys death. I blame myself for not trying hard enough to save his beautiful heart.
Two Years Ago...
"Mom, I can handle it, don't worry." I chuckled as I picked up my five year old brother, Mason.
"Okay, Kaylee, I'm trusting you to watch your brother. I'll be taking the earlier flight, so I will be waiting for you at the gate in England when you get off. Mason, be a good boy for Kaylee, okay."
"I will, mommy." he said as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. I giggled and we went our separate ways. "Kaywee, can we get some cwayons for da pwane?"
"Well, Mase, I wasn't going to tell you this until we were on the plane, but I already have a bunch of crayons for you!" I smiled as he cheered and gave me a hug. We handed the lady our tickets and walked onto the platform.
"To infinity... and beyond!" Mason chanted in a deep voice as we got closer to the plane.
"Okay, when we get on the plane, you need to whisper and use your inside voice."
"Why?"
"Because we need to be respectful to the other passengers." we made it to our seats and I buckled Mason in before handing him all the things I brought to entertain him. The plane took off and the first hour was great, Mason was behaving well and just being adorable in general.
All of the sudden three men stood up and started arguing with the flight attendants. Before I could even process what they were fighting about, they pulled out guns. I pulled Mason into my arms and held him close to my chest. I felt the tears well up in my eyes, then I heard his small voice whisper something in my ear.
"Kaywee, it's going to be otay." I hugged him even tighter and the men started randomly shooting around the cabin. I screamed and crouched down on the ground, using as much of my small body as possible to protect Mason. I felt a firm grip on my hips as someone pulled me away from my favorite little boy in the world.
"Mason!" I screamed as tears streamed down my face and I was shoved in the back of the plane. He reached for me and I wrapped my hand around his tiny one. "I love you, Mason! Please! Don't hurt him, please! Hurt me, not him!" I cried and pulled him over the seats and back into my arms.
Right as I was about to turn around so Mason was out of their sight, they shot him in the back, sending the bullet into his heart. I screamed and everything was like slow motion. I sunk down to my knees and looked down at my little Mase. His sweet, innocent face that was once bright, cheery, and filled with joy was now full of pain and weakness.
I ripped off my jacket and pressed it to his small back, trying to stop the continuous blood flow.
"Mason. Please. D-Don't leave me. Open your eyes, Mason. Mason! Please!" I sobbed and tried to wake him up. "Mason." I whispered as my blurry vision took in his angel-like face. His long eyelashes that embellished the lids of his big, brown eyes. His blonde hair that had just been freshly buzzed. His perfect nose, lips, ears, jaw, everything about this little boy is perfect.
I traced the features of his face and took in the fact that the best little kid in the world is never going to school, never going to get married, never going to have kids.
My little Mason is dead. And I feel like it's all my fault.
Present Time:
I New Message From: Zayn
Hey Kaylee, our plane's about to land! I can't wait for the boys to meet you and to stay with you for the WHOLE summer! I've missed my best friend! xx
I smiled and checked myself one more time in the airport bathroom mirror, (http://www.polyvore.com/shark_in_water/set?id=54151168), I was the middle of summer, so even though I felt like an overexposed slut in these shorts and tank top, I honestly felt like it was worth it.
To be honest I'm not the most 'social' person. I'm the kind of girl who has a lot of boyfriends, and only talk to him and his friends. Besides Zayn, of course, he has been there for me for as long as I can remember, he's the person who helped me through losing Mason. Even though Zayn has constantly told me his death wasn't my fault, I will never shake the feeling of how it was my responsibility to be there for him. And I wasn't.
I feel like I killed my brother.
I took a deep breath and fixed my headband and walked out to wait at the gate. I slid down the side of a huge ceiling support and stared at my bracelet. It was a diamond 'M' on a gold chain to represent my brother. Even though it was two years ago, I still cry myself to sleep.
Every.
Single.
Night.
I rubbed my temples to attempt to clear my head of my brother when I spotted a familiar figure walking towards me. I hopped up and ran towards him.
"Zayn!" I smiled as I leaped into his arms and he spun me around in a huge hug.
"Blondie!" he chuckled and set me back down, giving me a quick peck on the cheek before taking a good look at me. "God, it really has been two years, huh?"
"And really long ones at that." I smirked and hugged him again before helping him with his bags. I barely even noticed his four friends standing behind him, just chatting among each other. All of their fans had been told they were coming back tomorrow, so the airport was pretty much deserted.
"Oh, um, boys, this is Kaylee, Kaylee, this is Liam, Harry, Louis, and Niall." I waved at them and gave each of them a small smile before gesturing for them to follow me.
"So, how have you been, English Muffin?" I giggled and Zayn rolled his eyes at his nickname. "Oh, I'm originally from America, what did you expect!" I laughed as I popped the trunk to my huge van and helped them all load up their luggage. "Alright, off to my house." I sighed and hopped into the drivers seat.
