kel was alone. alone, again.
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"Heyyy hero, whatcha making?" Kel bubbled into the kitchen, hearing the the frail shell of an egg crack.
"Making cookies for the recital" he said, not looking up from where he was mixing the eggs and sugar. Batches and Batches of seemingly fine cookies mounted around hero, darinf to swallow him whole.
"Uhhh...are you feeding like..5000 people? like jesus did?" Kel had learnt about that last sunday, as him and hero were given no choice but to go to sunday school.
Hero didnt reply. He just kept frantically whisking his mixture.
"dude, youve been up since...likeeeeee... 6am making these cookies,and its like 5pm!" Kel exclaimed.
"WHAT" Hero looked up at the clock, " Shi- i mean frick, i need to finish these cookies!" he started on the dry ingredients.
"Hero, these batches are perfectly fine bro." Kel picked up a cookie and bit into it,"mmh, see!" cookie crumble surrounded his mouth.
"They need to be perfect, though"
"But they areeeeeeeee!" Kel could see his brother wouldnt budge, "hey, ill help you!" he poured some oil into the eggy mixture.
"KEL!" Hero yelled.
"was that too much?"
"WHAT THE HELL, KEL! THEYRE RUINED NOW,THANKS TO YOU."
"im sorry...youve got plenty of other batches to use though, right?"
"THOSE AREN'T PERFECT KEL, HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO BRING THOSE TO ONE THE MOST IMPORTANT EVENTS IN MARIS LIFE?" Hero gripped Kels shoulders.
"hey, get off!" Kel pushed hero. Kels elbow knocked the switch that turned on the gas.
"NO, YOU'VE RUINED THE ENTIRE DAY KEL. YOU'RE A DISGRACE."
Tears streamed down Heros face. Hero pushed kel into the fridge. Kel flailed his arms about, trying to hold onto something in hopes of not falling.
He knocked something over. The bottle of oil kel used not even 5 minutes earlier. It poured out onto the open flame causing it to erupt. As Kel clashed into the fridge, a heavy vase came crashing down, hitting hero in the head. It knocked him out cold. The oil trickled down onto the floor, bringing the orange flames down with it. Before he knew it, the licks of the fire engulfed his brother.
All Kel could do was watch. Watch his brother regain consciousness, and scream in agony. Watch the flames dance in the setting sun.
All Kel could do was plead. Plead God would do Something to save his brother. Plead that Hero would get up. Plead that this was just a Bad Dream.
All he could do was cry. Cry to his brother his woes. Cry to his brother his sorrys, and wake ups. Cry as he heard his brothers last words. Words that were forever left unknown. Cry to God to do something.
Kel stopped believing in God that night. As one flame was lit in his kitchen, another flame was put out. The flame of his belief. Now all Kel belived was that if He existed, He would've done something. The Jesus he'd heard about, healing the blind, curing the sick, feeding the malnourished, wouldve done something.
"Hey, Kel, Hero? The recitals starting in an hour, wanna walk with me?" The strong smell of smoke purged aubreys lungs. Her instincts told her to open the door.
"You guys in there?" She shouted louder, to no avail. "Okay..im coming in!!" She nervously opened the handle, greeted by a thick fog of smoke blowing into her face. The temperature rised, as did her heart rate. The familier cries of a boy filled her ears.
"Kel?"
"A-Aubrey? Do you h-hate me..?"
"No..? Kel where are you."
"Do you think good people can d-do bad things sometimes?"
Aubrey opened the kitchen door.
A ring of low flames surrounded someone. His face was so blackened she couldnt make it out. Until..
the faint word "Henry" embroidered a blue striped apron.
"Aubrey.. i ruin everything"
"Holy sugar...." Aubrey gasped, looking at the limp dead body of Kels brother, covered in oil and dust.
"Im going to go t-to jail aren't i..?"
"..." Aubrey had to think. What could she do..? She couldn't just watch her bestest friend, the only boy that could ever understand her, rot in jail. It was an accident, she was sure of it!
"wash your face kel, and change into something smart."
"h-huh?"
"we're going to the recital. we say hero was making a surprise for Mari and needed some more time. the police go to your house, and rule it as an accident. A tragic accident, that occurred while hero was cooking. He was turning on the gas, and knocked over the oil. Probably due to stress,he was unfocused,since the mounds of cookies he made has got to signify some sorta stress. He tried getting water to put out the fire. He opens that cabnet there," Aubrey opened the cabinet near he- his body, "and something fell. He went unconscious, and died a unpainful death. a death ruled as an accident"
Kel nodded solemnly and Aubrey went to wait outside. Before going upstairs, kel hugged his brother.
"im sorry, hero" he sobbed
He walked upstairs quickly and changed intobthe clothes setvout by his mother. He washed his face, and combed his hair himself. Usualy her- He would do it. He walked downstairs, and pulled on his shoes.
"It'll all be okay, we have eachother."
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Some people, unknowing of the truth, would say that the death of Henry, "Hero", Garcia was his own fault. That he himself caused his death, by being distracted.
Some may say it was Bobby "Basil" Greens fault, suggesting that sunny get a violin for Christmas, leading up the the stress Hero put himself under pre-precital.
Maybe it was Maria "Mari" Suzkis fault, for suggesting a recital.
It could've been Aubergine "Aubrey" Davidsons fault, suggesting Hero make cookies.
Sunny Suzuki could be to blame, helping pick out maris favourite filling for the cookie.
Kelsey "Kel" Garcia may be to blame, for not allowing Hero to just work alone, causing the argument.
Mrs Garcia could've prevented this, by not going grocery shopping this week, meaning that the oil that ultimately secured hero's death wouldn't have been there
What if Mr Garcia hadn't paid their gas bill that month? The fire wouldnt have been caused.
What if the employees at Othermart hadnt restocked the eggs, meaning cookies couldnt be made for the recital anyways?
What if Mrs Suzuki hadn't bought her daughter a piano?
What if Mr Suzuki hadn't booked the town hall for the recital?
What if Sunnys violin teacher couldnt sufficiently teach Sunny violin? Then the recital would've been called off.
When someone dies, there are many what ifs. So many, that it cant be anyones fault. Someone with good intentions could've caused the death of someone, like Kel did,in this fic. If someone dies, please, dont blame yourself. As much as you think it's your fault it happened, it isnt.
