The Suns Horizon

Chapter 2 - Denial

It had been a few weeks since Haden had found out about the news of his condition. Nowadays he mostly stayed locked up in his room or went out to the park late at night.

His sister, Camille, had tried to accept what he wanted but she couldn't. So, she did what she thought was best, she tried her best to get him to change his mind but she found herself failing in every attempt.

It was foggy that day, the sun was covered by light, gray clouds, taking away the warmth that it usually brought most days. Camille was walking down the hall of their cozy town home, towards Haden's room, the tips of her heels clicking against the hardwood floors.

"Haden!" She knocked continuously on his door. A loud groan was heard through the white walls of their home.

"What do you want?!" He shouted back.

Camille huffed, still banging her fist against the white-stained door. "Salope, sors maintenant!" (Bitch get out now!) It was silent for a second and then his door opened revealing a very sleep-deprived Haden, leaning against the door frame for support.

"Je te tuerai si tu n'arrêtes pas." (I will kill you if you don't stop) He threatened, glaring at her. Camille seemed unfazed tucking her platinum blonde hair behind her ears.

"You're so kind." She smiled sarcastically. "Hey!" She shouted when she noticed he was about to close the door in her face. She pushed the door, taking him by surprise which sent him stumbling. "Oh mon dieu! Are you ok?!" (Oh my god!) She exclaimed.

"Yeah, I'm good." He sighed, going over to get his crutches that sat near the end of his bed.

She snorted. "How are you that weak?"

"I don't have a leg." He said dramatically, gesturing to his prosthetic that was leaning against his bed frame. "Did you forget or something?"

She rolled her eyes, playfully. "Whatever, now come on." She tugged on his arm but he didn't budge one bit. She glared daggers at him.

"Ok, ok." He sighed in defeat. Her smile returned to her face as she helped him down the stairs of their house after he put on his fake leg. "I hate you, you know that right?"

"You know you love me!" She patted his head. "Wow, your hair grew so fast." It was true Haden was no longer bald, his dark hair returned to his head a bit over the last few months.

Camille cleared her throat. "Uh- you should go eat." She avoided Haden's gaze, going into the kitchen where their parents were, with him behind her.

"C'est mon fils?" (It's my son?) His dad had said in fake shock, noticing his son entering the kitchen. "We never see you anymore." He spoke.

Haden looked over at Camille. "She's so annoying, she made me fall!" He pointed a finger at her, sitting down across from his mom at the dining table. "Wait, why did you bother me?" He asked her his eyes turning into slits.

"Nothing." She shrugged.

"I hate you."

Their mom had an amused smile on her face as she witnessed the two twins bickering like little children.

Haden gave her the finger under the table, hidden away from his parent's sight. She stuck her tongue at him, childishly in return. He smiled a small smile but suddenly he felt a bit dizzy causing his smile to fade but brushed it off. "You ok, Haden?" Camille noticed how his smile dropped.

"I'm fine." He waved his hand dismissively. She gave him a look that he ignored. "I'm going back to my room." He got up from his seat earning himself saddened looks from his family members.

After he left Camille spoke up, with a small frown. "Maybe-"

"No, Camille." Her mom cut her off sharply, already knowing what her daughter was about to say.

"I didn't say anything!" She tugged her brows together, her frown deepening.

"You know we can't change anything."

Camille grew angry with her mother's words."Well maybe if we have more fun times and show him how great life is, we could-"

Her mom's face became stern. "I said no." Her voice raised causing Camille to flinch away. "He already made his decision."

Camille slammed her hand on the table, frustrated. "Do you not hear what you're saying?! You can't let him do this!" she whisper-shouted. Tears began to well up in her eyes. "My god, it's like you don't care!"

"We won't change his mind, you know how stubborn your brother is."

It became silent for a few seconds until Camille broke the quietness by getting up. "I feel sick." She muttered, running upstairs towards the bathroom.

Holding her hair back with one hand, she leaned over the toilet, vomiting. Once her breakfast and lunch were emitted into the toilet she sat on the cold tiles of the bathroom floor, as tears ran fast down her face.

She didn't want to lose her brother. She never dared to have admitted it to him, but she loved him with her whole heart, and the thought of him not being there scared her to death. After years of knowing his condition, she learned how to cope with the thought of her brother leaving her, or at least she thought she did.

Camille got up and went over to the sink to turn it on, cupping her hands she got a handful of water. As she splashed the soothing liquid onto her pale face, she tried to rid the thoughts of seeing her twin brother lying lifeless in a coffin.

In the dimly lit room, Haden sat on his desk, doing his homework. Ever since he was diagnosed he's had to be homeschooled.

Tapping his foot on the ground repeatedly, he tried to finish his work, but he was distracted by his sudden craving for chocolate. He thought it wouldn't hurt to go down and find some. So, grabbing his crutches he went downstairs, again.He stopped suddenly, hearing the sounds of a sob that sounded like his mom. "I don't know what I'm going to do with her." She said to his dad. "And Haden, I don't want my baby to die." His mother sobbed out.

"Je sais." (I know.) He heard his father say with a cracked voice. "Mais que pouvez-nous faire?" (But what can we do?)

"J'aimerais qu'il y ait un moyen de le faire changer d'avis. pourquoi penserait-elle que je m'en fiche? Je sais que rien ne ferait quelque chose de différent. Je pensais qu'elle comprendrait ça." (I wish there was a way to change his mind. Why would she think I don't care? I know nothing would make anything different. I thought she would understand that.)

Haden sighed, not wanting to hear anymore he backed away from where his parents were talking.

He still wanted some chocolate but didn't want his parents to think he was eavesdropping on their conversation. Having a mental battle with himself, he decided he would go out and just buy some. So, grabbing his wallet, shoes, sweater, and beanie,  he left out the back door, heading into the dark night.

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Sorry if the French is bad it's not my first language so if I make any mistakes please let me know. Thanks for reading!