Siblings Secret

Prologue

Why is there Death when God wanted us to live?

It can never be avoided no matter how hard you try to protect your life, everyone wants to believe they have time to avoid the inevitable, convincing themselves they have time to prepare until old age. It is only the unexpected that they never saw coming. 

How can someone so young with a future ahead commit suicide? No one in her family can understand what made her go to such an extent.

    Was it because of what happened? Did her mind get so overwhelmed it finally made her crash? Why couldn't she just reach out and tell them what was on her mind? Only she can answer the longing questions.

All the colors in the world were replaced with Grey from the moment her parents found her. It only got darker at the funeral. All black in one place with a hint of midnight blue in honor of her favorite color. Her siblings and parents are wearing it in a ribbon, tie, hair accessories, and shoes. They never thought a silly talk of when each of them dies will ever be promised out...until now.

Enough tears to fill up Africa's greatest lake, enough sorrow they can die right this moment, cries that can be heard in the wind; a mother's cries are the greatest sound that can even make God cry, and that is exactly what is happening.

God cries with them, not lightly or softly, as he lost one of his children too early. He watches as the mother is on her knees, begging God to bring her child back. God turns his attention to see the father trying his hardest to hold it together, but that doesn't stop him from clenching his jaw to the point of cracking his teeth and letting a lone tear combine with the rain droplets slide down his face.

Looking at the remaining siblings, his heart is reflected in the sky in a deep rumble of anguish. He saw what they had all been through and knew they didn't deserve that. He can feel exactly what they are feeling right now, if he could, God would intervene and save them all but couldn't. He had to let them go through it; it was the only way for them to be saved.

They say that what you do can reflect on those around you. How true that is. Axel and Alma always had a closer bond since they both grew up together and saw the worst in their parents. Her death hit him the hardest; at first, he couldn't believe it; he didn't want to, but the scene he witnessed after hearing his mother's scream was enough for them to break down, covering themselves in her blood to try and save what was already gone.

Since then nothing has been the same, even when they were preparing for her funeral he couldn't stay in that house, a house full of memories, their childhood home. He ended up staying in a rundown apartment that he was able to buy for cheap. He didn't care, as long as it had water, electricity, and heat he could make due.

After the funeral, he was the first one to leave, the pain was too much he had to get away. All he wanted to do was get a knife and stab his heart; it was hard for him to walk as all he wanted to do was scream until his vocal box was damaged.

Once making it to his new home, everything he wanted to do disappeared as he went to his new isolation: moldy, stained walls, old creaky floors, a dusty smell; the only thing that stood out was the new bed he had bought, leaving it in the sala

He couldn't take it anymore as he fell next to his bed, desperately praying to God over and over again to bring his little sister back; flashes of memories together invaded his mind, making his cries violent and loud. On his knees, he doubled over as he continued to cry on the floor. So much intensity in his heart he doesn't know what to do except pray to God as he rubs his hands together.

With his heart and mind finally giving out, pain is the last thing he felt before passing out on his floor from the grief.

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