Huh?
All thoughts abandoned her mind as her forehead went crashing into the side of the bed. Impact was made and a pounding pain pulsated through her head as the bare splinters hanging out tore her through her skin, her hands reflexively flying over to feel the trails of moisture running down the sides of her face.
Blood.
Everything seemed to be happening in slow motion.
She pulled herself away, eyes wide and tear lined.
"I don't want to go, Ju."
It was then that she forced herself out of the slow motion everything was going in. She was breathing but oxygen refused to enter her lungs and her eyes refused to blink once she took in Max's state. It was as if pieces of him were withering away from him bit by bit and diffusing out into the air, mocking her that there was no way she could collect them all to put her dying brother back together.
"I don't want to go," he said again, this time louder, angrier, more desperate.
"What's going on? W-whats happening? Max!" she cried too as if she was the one disappearing.
"I DON'T WANT TO GO" he screamed out, leaping into Jules's lap as if that could've saved him. Jules watched in horror as the last of his words faded into oblivion as a ghostly echo and the last of him vanished into thin air right in her arms. Next she heard an enraged scream of her own yelling out Max's name until there was nothing left of her dry throat.
The ever rising lump in her throat grew till it clogged the entire passageway but that was the least of her concerns because air hadn't been reaching her lungs anyway. Boiling tears fumed down her face, mixing with her blood, raw emotions unleased.
He was gone.
Faded.
No more.
She couldn't seem to wrap her head around those two words. She just couldn't; nothing that had occurred that night made sense-
Her whole world came to a screeching halt as the only probable conclusion for what just happened invaded her otherwise blank head.
"You- What... Did... You do... To him?" she managed out, her hitched breathing breaking her words apart.
"Do what? Do what to who?"
She felt as if all of her veins were going to burst all at once.
"MAX! WHO ELSE??" she yelled, whipping her head around towards the doorway where her mother stood with her mouth hanging open in utter disbelief and the whole of her pretty face gone ice-white pale.
"I'm not quite sure who you're talking about-"
"Oh. My. God. Ohmygodohmygodohmygod" she just kept reciting maniacally as if she had gone past the point of sanity and hallucinated the whole scene about her brother just... poofing into the thinnest of the air. Maybe she had gone mad because she wanted to psychotically burst out laughing at the outrageousness of the situation. I mean- starting from consistent dreams about this eerie slender man looking... thing chasing you in an evergreen garden until it grabs the back of your neck to jolt you awake was already enough evidence to convince one that they had gone crazy but waking up to find that monsterly horrific of a creature teleported into your room solely because of the absence of a stupid watch and now her brother's sudden disappearance wasn't being given as much as an even two word explanation?
Any therapist would've listened to this story would've blinked and banished whoever it was to the nearest mental asylum right there and then. For the fraction of a second, Jules thought that too. Maybe, just maybe, this too was a dream and she was soon going to wake up into the reality where nothing of everything was true. She desperately clung onto that last strand of hope that any minute now she would awaken to the world where Max would be jumping up and down on her bed waking her up, telling her that it was past 8am, meaning that the last second of their sleep-in curfew had ended and that it was time to wake up.
She didn't.
As badly as she wanted to, she didn't.
A loud thud.
She responded faster than she could process the stimulus. The thud turned out to be the sound of her mother's knees crashing against the rock solid floor. Her hands almost lifelessly swung at her sides and for the first time Jules saw her mother like that; hysterical. All moisture in her eyes seemed to have dried up and she looked as if her soul had just been vacuumed out of her body.
"You lost a loved one. I lost both, people who loved me and people I loved."
Jules's trembling hands went back to where she had last felt Max.
Nothing, like he was never there. Was he even ever there? She wondered. Her fingernails went digging into her palm in hope of some comfort in pain. Her hands bled but no solace was felt.
"What do you want?" came her mother's voice. She had never heard it like that; so dry, grainy desperate and hoarse. Almost like someone had poured a bucket of sand down her throat and it was scratching all over. Thats atleast how Jules was feeling.
"The truth." he replied.
A/N: I am soooooooo sorry for the ridiculously long break. I was wrapped up in the most insanely draining academic schedule (thank God thats over T-T) but I'm back now and I'll try to be more active :))
Again, apologies for the delay.
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