The Others

Chap.1 What The Hell.

I woke up screaming.

With my body drenched in sweat, I sat up so fast a wave of vertigo hit me.

"It was just a dream.. It was just a dream..." I repeated to myself over and over. But I knew it wasn't.

I fisted my hands in my damp hair and let out a frustrated sigh. Certain areas on my neck ached badly, and I was scared to look.

"WAKE UP!" I jumped at the boisterous command coming from outside my room door. "YOU'RE GOING TO BE LATE YOU DUMB ASS!"

I sighed. "Relax hag...I'm almost done." I mumbled.

I heard the heavy thumps as my Aunt Clee stomped downstairs and felt as if my heart was making that same exact noise. I dressed swiftly but delicately, trying not to strain my already aching muscles.

As I was about to open the door, I shot a glance at my mirror and saw deep purplish bruises. They were in the shape of fingers.

I gulped and ran to my closet to get a sweater to atleast help me cover it up, let my hair flow around my neck, and flew out the door.

I walked the hallway to my little brother's room. I quitely cracked open the door and saw that he was sitting in the middle of the room cross-legged, staring out the window.

I frowned. His name is Jamie, and he's only ten years old. He's a Schizophrenic.

Ever since my parents... No. I wouldn't think about that now.

I walked up in front of my little brother, and slowly waved my hand back and forth in front of his face, so I could catch his attention but wouldn't startle him and cause a panic attack.

His eyes seemed to focus on the familiarity of my hand, he looked up and smiled.

"Good morning Jade."

I smiled and returned the greeting. i extended my hand palm up, hoping he would grab it.

Dealing with a schizophrenic wasn't easy. It was stressful, but I would do anything to help my little brother, my baby.

After all, I was the only person he had.

My heart dropped as I heard the heavy thuds of my aunt stomping back up the staircase. My eyes dashed to Jamie's face, and I already saw the anxiety in his eyes.

Coincidentally, those thumps my aunt would purposelly make sounded exactly the way my parents...

There was a horrible screech.

Although my heart was pounding in my ears, I desperately tried to make Jamie see that he was safe in his room with his big sister, completely protected.

The door flung open, and Jamie whirled around, with a finger pointed toward my aunt and screaming his brains out.

"Shut that retarded kid UP!" she roared. "Your mother was better off aborting him, save me the trouble! Now, go take him down to that office thing I saw on the TV that I told ya about. I'll get plenty of money for that level of craziness he has in there." she tapped her temple with her index finger.

That set me off. I've had it with her cruelness.

"Stop calling him crazy! He is a brilliant child, he was perfectly fine until you came strutting in her like a rhinosaurus! You know about his anxiety. If anyone is crazy here it's you!" I screamed at her.

Her monstrous claws went and fisted themselves in my hair. "I have had it with your insubordination! I should have known you'd be trash offspring from your dead beat mother!"

As she was twisting my neck, I saw Jamie sitting back where he was previously, staring quietly out the window once more.

I couldn't breathe.

Jamie! Jamie run! No use screaming in my mind.

I heard Aunt Clee gasp, and she dropped me to the floor.

I coughed for what seemed like hours, and noticed Aunt Clee was slowly backing away, looking somewhere above me.

I suddenly got chills. As if my soul knew what was going on, and was trying to warn my body.

I heard Jamie say one word in a stong, clear voice that surprised me: "Die."