Our people

chapter VII: keep on breathing

"Are you tired?" The words echoed in my head for a little while and his voice dripped down my brain. Are you tired? "Just a bit" I mumbled, my falled in my face bits of pieces covering my eyes and I lay my head down on the brick wall probably dirt soon enough mixing with my curls.

"You gonna be here forever right?" I whisper and look at the identical eyes of mines.

The smell of the sea breeze passing by making me shiver from earlier swimming in the lake. "Of course, someone's got to watch out for you" he whispers and and hugs me tightly. It was our limbs in the water with his friends who all treated me like a little sister. It felt like home to stay with him and worry about nothing else than the rocks on the ground. 

"Come on jacky" he laughs and picks me up. I was small then no bigger than 7 and he was about 22 right in his best years because to him I was the sister he wanted. That was enough for him his little sister, the water, and a can of Bush beer.

It was cold so he handed me the light brownish jacket and placed it around my shoulders and hugged me again. "You're gonna be something jacky I know it" he whispers. "Don't let anyone tell you otherwise" he says before my father came walking over.

~ 3 years later

I was 9 and my feet were bleeding from the sharp objects under water but I kept going. The blood turned the water red and he saw me, He grabbed me, and He chose to save me. He picked me up putting me on his shoulders my wrinkly feet bleeding and stung. "Here have my shoes" he says and slipped his big shoes off and slipped them on my tiny feet.

"But bubba-" he cut me off. "Hey I'll be fine I'm big and strong and I'll keep you from getting hurt" he says and placed me on his shoulders carrying me across the water to the boat my grandfather owned and he sat me down on the edge.

"You're tough just like me" he chuckles and smiles at me. "Yep" I giggle and everything seemed just right and seemed so perfect to me and then his birthday came.

He grabbed his bags getting ready to sleepover at his friends house. "Bye jacky!" He smiles wearing his sunglasses and walking out as I waved goodbye. That was forever going to be my goodbye to him.

That was the last time I saw him until he was in a coffin... he's now gone forever.

Nobody knows how it feels to lose their brother, their hero until you see them in the coffin with pale skin.

They don't know how it feels to see your brother before his death happy as hell then not breathing. They don't know how much it hurts when I hear about their brothers because I don't have my brother and my brother was everything to me.

Imagine waking up at night and waiting for him to walk through the door and pat my head and tell me good night or good morning, but now I would never live in the same world as my brother anymore because he was gone.

Ever single scrap of him was gone and I sat here at 14 years old wondering how my life would be if he hadn't passed away so young. Would he be here now telling me this was a bad idea? Would he be here now covering up for me to have some fun? Would he pick me up everyday after school like he used to even when he didn't have a car and forced his friends to pick me up.
Would I still hear his laugh that made me laugh with him? Would he still love me the same if he knew I was different? Of course.

Would he be here right now listening to my worrying thoughts and letting me  know everything would be okay and I could be happy for once? I hoped.

I would've been so happy at the memory of homecoming if I had just not been a flirt and i had not let my feelings get in the way of that. Truth is I've never met anyone else in my life who loved me as much as my brother because when jayla showed me just a hunch of love I fell head over heels because I've never gained that much love before from a person, Especially in a long time.

Every hug I had with jayla I hugged her as if it could be the last because the sad truth is the people I love the most always leaves me in some sort of crucial painful way and this time it was all my fault.

End of Act I.