The loud cheer from the customers erupted as the chef threw a meal at one of the people in the table around him, the noodles hitting strait into the bowl with a splat. I gasped. Turning back to my family and smiling. I turned to see all of their eyes agape, my brother, Fraser sitting with his mouth hanging open, and bright blue eyes shining. I laughed and the rest of my family followed my lead.
We finally died down, when a hooded figure rushed into the kitchen, the big red doors slamming behind him. All was silent as we waited for a sound, other than the muffled whispering coming from the kitchen. Finally the man emerged, taking his time to meet everyone's eyes. He met mine and stopped, abruptly turning and walking out of the restaurant door, forgetting about his scan through the crowd. I frowned, but was interrupted by the waiter placing our fortune cookies on the table. The loud clack of the china hitting the bright wooden table, waking me from my trance. I quickly grabbed the one on the top and snapped it I my hands, the plastic texture of the sweet biscuit overwhelming my hand. I pulled out the fortune and gasped. I ran to the bathroom, quickly excusing myself. I chucked the fortune in the bin crunching the biscuit in my hand. Crumbs, scattering the floor. I sank into the wall.
I had decided to ignore the fortune and get on with my life walking through the ferrel halls of my high school.
But not all was left behind, I heard a piercing sound in my ear, a scream. It vibrated through the corridors, and everyone stopped, quietening, hoping to hear the sound again. I hadn’t stopped, my feet were slapping the floor, as I ran. Not away from the sound, but towards. I let out a muffled scream as I saw him, the one with the blue eyes that matched mine. The dark brown hair ruffled. Blood, red, covering the floor. His small body limp. The wet tears escaped from my eyes, black dots appearing in my vision. As I cried like I could wash away my pain and it would all be over.
The bright white walls that lined the hospital surrounded us. Not comforting, but confronting. The world had intensified since the accident. My parents were on the other side of the room staring at the wall. They believed my brother had taken his own life, but I believed differently, the fortune was becoming real. The sharp clack of heels came echoing through the corridor. Clack…Clack…Clack… The nurse approached us with a sad look on her face. Before she even opened her mouth to tell us our brother’s update. I knew. He was dead. He was dead and it was my fault, the fortune foretold it and I ignored it. Those harsh words were too hard to believe, “I will kill the one you love the most.” It was my fault.
