Whispers of The Forgotten

Chapter 9 The Braythwell Boys

Finally, I woke up in my own bed.

And for once, I could remember the day.

Yes, the day was completely and utterly crazy. And it was a very realistic possibility that I was going insane. I met Lucas' brother that I didn't even know existed. But, he took care of me. When my body started spasming, he held me and brought me back from the brink. The Braythwell Boys were complete opposites. Lucas had silky black hair. While Krylan attained caramel brown hair.

Though they both had strikingly beautiful eyes, they were different colors. Lucas with his colorful ones. And Krylan with his purple ones.

And Lucas was more cold and distant. He only had momentarily lapses of emotion. Other times he was like a statue, not moving or speaking, ice cold. And he wasn't there for me.

Unlike Krylan. Krylan is bright and cheerful. Even though I just met him, he was easy to talk to like we had been best friends forever. He seemed to understand me a lot more. He was a continuous ball of brightness today, when I felt my mind spiraling out of control. He was there to help.

And then there was the difference between their skin.

Lucas' was hot to the touch, which made my skin burn even hotter. While Krylan's skin was ice cold and made me calmer.

But then there was the similarities.

They were brothers, obviously. Both were very strong and lean. Their cheekbones were high and angular. It looked like they hopped out of a modeling magazine. Or got smacked in the face with a beauty hammer.

And there was always an agonizing look in their eyes. Even if all their emotions were hidden, I could still see it twinkling behind their eyes. And I could feel it festering up in them. It was like someone was tormenting their insides. Like their was something caged up in them...

I was in deep thought when I heard the crumple of paper. When my head rolled over on my pillow, it crunched something. I slowly picked my head up to reveal the folded piece of paper under me. It was just a simple piece of notebook paper but the elegant scripture on the front made my breath catch. It was very beautiful in a casual way.

It said:

" ∂єαя ѕαρρнιяє,

ι нσρє уσυ αяє fєєℓιиg вєттєя. ι киσω нσω уσυ мυѕт fєєℓ. ¢σиfυѕє∂ αи∂ α мιℓℓισи σтнєя α∂ʝє¢тινєѕ. ι ωσυℓ∂ вє gℓα∂ тσ αиѕωєя αѕ мαиу qυєѕтισиѕ αѕ ι ¢αи. мєєт мє αт тнє ριєя αт 12:00 тσмσяяσω. ρℓєαѕє вє ¢αяєfυℓ, ∂єαя. уσυ ∂σи'т иєє∂ тσ ѕυѕтαιи αиумσяє ιиʝυяιєѕ.

ℓσνє,
кяуℓαи вяαутнωєℓℓ."

I couldn't help but let a small smile slip onto my face. Confused didn't even begin to cover it. But I was glad Krylan was willing to help.

Unlike someone else, I thought.

It was Friday night. Or I guess you could say Saturday morning. It was 2:00 in the morning now. I rolled over, snuggling deep under the covers. Sleep was the best way pass time. Plus I was still a little groggy. I only had 10 hours until I met up with Krylan.

Only 10 more hours until hopefully my questions got answered.

******LUCAS' POINT OF VIEW******

As I ran, thoughts swirled in my mind.

I always hated when Krylan was right.

My whole existence has been loving her, and helping her. About being her shoulder to cry on. But now, I steered clear of her. Sometimes I watched her sleep. I'd sit in her window seal and watch her twist and turn at the silence of her dreams. I didn't dare visit them anymore. But somehow tears managed to leak from her face.