In a world where everything is not the same, Ray lived in it since the day he was born. In a world where many people lies, Ray was the one who got lied to. After the death of who he always called, and always seemed to be his parent, he got a new mis...
I jump in my bed, exhausted. Although the trial wasn't all that long, it was hell of tiring. I lay there, in my simple queen-sized bed and... I get out of it. It's still 14:30 after all. I go to my parents' room... It's empty, the base furnishing is still there, and new bed sheets too, as this was where their bloody dead body were. And now, the bed was empty, no one to ever use it again. This room is now just a room emptied of emotions. The air filled with that one perfume aroma, the one that my mother so much liked, and it seemed to have been passed down to me, this aroma make me feel a sense of relief, as there was at least still this in their room. I venture further in the room, and I look at the bed... Where the corpses were slumbering two days ago, with now new bedsheets, not a single stain of blood visible, but that was until my mind decided to mess with me... And I see them again, there, dead in the bed, their corpses with their open stomach, the decaying corpse smell overtaking the nice aroma that slowly fade away... The stench was getting more and more horrible the more time I pasted in this "vision". The corpse getting more and more worst as I was seeing all their deep cut and open stomach. Their eyes and mouth shut. I hoped I could speak with them, but my mouth too was shut, I wanted to also close my eyes to this scene, but I couldn't, all I could do is stare at the "corpse" of my parents. All these cuts and wounds, they seemed so horrible, like they had suffered so much. What did they do to deserve that? And I sit in front of the bed, I close my eyes... finally... and I start to shed tears and sob in silence. I think back of all the moment I had lived with them, the good times, in summer, in winter, in fall and in spring. The times we had at the beach, or when we went sledging. With my mother, my father and "the survivor", also called my brother Daren, at least I still had him... But I preferred not to talk to him right now. I preferred much more cry on behalf of my parents... Tears shed from my white eyes, onto the dark red fur of my face and dripping down my chin on my blue loose trousers, covering the red fur of my legs and the large diagonal scar on my left leg, old scar. My parents... they did everything for me, they fed me, they helped me heal my wounds, helped me back up when I fell... They raised me for twenty-two years, teaching me new things every day, but what did I do for them?
???: You bring them unrivalled happiness.
I hear a gown up voice say from the doorframe, and I turn my head to look at them. Wearing nothing but his underwear as, I guess he hurried his way to me weeping. His yellow eye and the other blue looking at me. His dark blue fur being lighten by the light on the ceiling. His white chest fluff, white as mine, but, dark blue of the rest of his body. No scars on his body... lucky him, although there was a recent wound on his shoulder, a cut, seeming kind of recent, which I find odd. Standing on his two paw, 6'3 high, taller than me, that is one of the things that make him my big brother, but also because he was twenty-five years old, three years older than me.
Ray: For how long have you been watching me weep?
I say wiping tears off my face as the room comes back to normal to my eyes and I stand up.
Daren: Since you closed your eyes and started mumbling to yourself and started crying.
He plainly says. My last family member... Daren Rally, the only family I had left after my parents got brutally murdered, and for some reason, he wasn't there at my trial, something that could've caused him to no longer see me, he didn't assist it anyways, lucky I got declared not guilty. Now that I think back as how supportive, helpful and kind he was, when I had financial problems, or decided to do my coming out to my parents, he helped me whatever the case, I find it strange that he didn't attend my trial. And when I'm crying in front of my parents' bed, there he is. But right now, I didn't want to care about that, he was there, and it was all that really mattered to me currently. And I jump in his arms. I hug him tightly in search of comfort, after my trial, I needed someone. And Daren was just the person. He hug me back and wrap his arms around me, putting his head over mine as I cry in his chest fluff, soaking it up little by little his white chest fluff.
Ray: Why? It's all my fault, if I would've stayed home, I could've saved them.
I say sobbing in his chest.
Daren: No, Ray, it's not your fault Ray, if you would have stay, maybe you would've also died, you saw them dead, who knows if the same could've happened to you?
Ray: At least I would be with them...
Daren: No no, Ray, this is not what they would've wanted, you dying is the last thing they want to happen to you. Ray, you mattered to them more than anything else in their life. You also matter to me... You also are my last family...
Now, a usual person, at the place of Daren, after saying such thing would start to shed at least a few tears, but him, no, he didn't shed a single watery substance from his eyes... He just didn't cry, he just stayed like that, letting me soak his fur up with my tears, staying silent. I knew what he meant, and I didn't say anything else. I just hold the hug as I cry in his chest fur.
After what seemed like an endless five minutes of me crying in my brother's arms, him staying silent. I finally pull back and wipe my tears.
Ray: I... I must go Daren, I'll see you later...
I say as I walk past him, my eyes red from all the crying, he doesn't say anything, he just watches me leave the room as I walk past him.
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Alr, so, I know, already at the second chapter and we've got the main character already crying, but I had to get that out of my head for the chapters! Since this is done, and now you know, Ray ain't no heartless boi! But yeah...
What? You expect something?
Right... ok, there is something...
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CandletheCat Thanks for this beautiful drawing yet again!
