Dim light

Chapter 23

"Tara?" I stare at the red eyed blood-sucker thinking that its her. I can't imagine why she did or is doing this.

"I tried reaching out to you, but noo. Little miss daddy's girl is to stubborn to re-connect with me." She slowly makes her way towards me. I slowly back away thinking if what could happen. She sees the expression in my eyes and then something hits her.

"What the hell?" I hear her say.

"What do you mean 'what the hell?' I just saved your life." A stranger says.

"Excuse me? You hit me with a shovel! How is that saving?" She's full on lifting him by now. I make it interesting by making them both float.

"If you drank her blood you would be dead by now. She is a Jaune. She is poison to you. Your welcome." Then he looks at me and says "My names Hayes by the way." His eyes are deep brown.

"I'm Kayleigh. Other wise known as the runaway." I turn as I say that.

But as soon as that happens he grabs my arm. I mumble a transfer spell and the next thing I know I'm in my room listening to music as if nothing happened.

The days go by as if nothing happened. I go to school, pretend to do homework. All the same, everyday. I was wondering what happened to Tara, then I remember what she did and almost did.

Then I see Kyle. He was my little brother. Until the day of the accident.

**FLASHBACK**

We were going to school, in the truck because we missed the bus. Me and buddy start fighting again. This time instead of Tara trying to pull us apart, dad starts yelling at us from the drivers seat.

Tara, being the greatest mother in the world, is on her phone playing candy crush. So she doesn't even notice what we are doing.

"Kayleigh! Kyle! Stop fighting!" My dad yells from the front. We keep fighting till the blind corner.

The driver coming on to the reserve is drunk. My dad keeps yelling and yelling. Until that blind corner. The driver in the pick up crashes into us.

My eyes flutter open and I feel a stabbing pain in my arm. I try to sit up but fail miserably. Then I remember what had just happened. I scream and scream till' my voice hurts. I hear sirens. I call for my brother but hear no response. I black out instantly after they find me.

My eyes burst open and I panic worrying about my brother. Yet only being 9 you would think that I could care less. I stand and run to the front desk.

"Where is Kyle Antoine?" I ask. Attempting to be polite.

"Are you family?" The guy says snottily.

"No, I'm a random stranger who wants to know where he is. OF COURSE IM FAMILY!" I scream the last part.

"Well no need to feel rude about it." He mumbles.

"Your telling a 9 year old, before her birthday I may add, to not be rude? He is my 3 year old brother! Okay. We were just in a car crash just hours ago probably, so don't tell me to not be rude!" He told me after I caught my breath. I ran to the room and I find my dads parents and Tara.

"Is he ok?" I ask softy. Then I hear a *beeeeeep* that's when I break down on the floor crying.

"Miss Kayleigh?" I hear a doctor say.

"What do you want?" I ask through my tears.

"I am very sorry for your loss." He says blandly.

"I don't care. You are supposed to save him. That's what you do. You save people. So why didn't you save him?" I barely got the words out.

I ran. I ran out of that hospital as fast as I could. I think of all the memories that will soon be gone. I get to the river and just sit there. Sit there in silence. Thinking of what he'll miss out on. He'll never graduate, or even start soccer, or get married or fall in love. This is probably way to deep thinking for a kid my age. But still. I don't care.

The funeral is over, but since I'm to young I didn't get to go. I hate that I'm no longer going to see his smile or hear his laugh anymore. I don't cry over anything. Only certain things like this. I go down to the river and cry. A bunch of family's come and say what ever they say. I never payed attention to any of it. Someone told me the day I woke up was my birthday. So all this happened and I'm worried about school.

**PRESENT**

That's when I wonder what the hell happened to my sanity. One thing that hasn't left my mind since then: why haven't I seen them upset about it? Then I go to the living room and see everyone there.

"Are you ok?" I ask my dad.

"I've been hiding something, well someone from you." He says as a little boy walks in.

"Who is he?" I whisper to my dad.

"Don't you remember me?" The boy asks.

"Kyle?" I say so faintly. He nods in response. "Do you remember me?" I ask.

"Your my big sister. Right?" I nod, he runs to me as I open my arms and we just so there in silence holding each other equally.

"You've sure grown. Where have you stayed all these years?" I ask.

"I've stayed with Tara's parents." He says.

"You stopped calling her mom to." I say only loud enough for him to hear.

"Yeah, she dropped me off at their house when I woke back up." He says that as loud as he would normally say that.

"Anyway, how old are you buddy?"

"I'm 9 now. How old are you?"

"I'm 13 turning 14."

"No your not. You were the same age as me the last time I saw you." I look at him in amazement.

"You remember that?" I ask still in amazement. He waves him hand and I can tell he has learned spells or turned at a early age. What he shows me was his version of the accident.

"That was what I saw." He tells me and walks away.

'Damn' I think to myself. I never in a million years thought that was possible. Then I hits me: that's what saved him. I sigh to myself think of all the events that has happened today.

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