Dead Girls & A Broken Heart ***EDITING MAJORLY***

Dead Girls & A Broken Heart - Chp 3

The true mystery of the world is the visible, not the invisible. -- Oscar Wilde

I awoke curled up next to James.

I’d gotten home last night and just sat on my bed. And just like the night of our parents’ death, James sat with me the entire night. In pure silence except for the tears. Slowly, both times, we both drifted and awoke early afternoon.

It was what brothers did best. They didn’t question and want to talk they just sat with you letting you know that they were there. And I loved brothers, James, for that.

James groaned and stretched lying on top of the sheets and myself underneath them. I could imagine the drool stains on my other pillow, I grimaced at the thought with a slight smile; he was cleaning that. James rolled over and looked at me cautiously and calculating what the next phase was going to be.

I closed my eyes “I need to shower.” I murmured feeling my dress scrunched up around my waist. The dress from last night, maybe if I scrubbed myself so much than I’d erase all memories from my mind, I’d stop feeling so sick and….fragile.

“I'm going to make breakfast, your favorite.” He murmured getting up.

I yawned rubbing my eyes “Thanks.” I murmured as he placed a loving kiss on the top of my head and leaving me alone in my room.

I was contemplating whether to just lie in bed all day when thoughts began to assault me, I needed to keep busy. Throwing my blankets back and grabbed some clothes and ran to the shower.

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“Thanks.” I murmured my body warm and my hair damp as I collapsed on the lounge with my plate of scrambled eggs and toast on my lap.

James nodded in acknowledgment and traditionally he turned the TV to The Simpsons. It was the same tradition every time we were having a bad day, a day of mourning and depression. We’d cook one another breakfast and watch The Simpsons. And if we needed to chat we would if not we were comfortable watching Homer taking us to a whole new and free world.

The majority of the time talk wasn’t needed, we naturally knew without speech what was on one another’s mind and what our mood was. It was just how close we were, we weren’t twins but just siblings. There was never need for words or actions just support and love.

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“Just think Iz….we were down stairs the whole time having fun and…..she was fighting for her life.” Gabs whispered emotionlessly. Her eyes glazed and her face blank, pale. I swallowed harshly as she voiced my very thoughts.

“But we can’t blame ourselves.” I said in reassurance, being the strong one, the experienced one when it came to dealing with death.

My words were just that, words. I didn’t believe a thing I just said. To think while we were down stairs and Nat was…. I shivered. I couldn’t even think about it let alone speak of it.

That was why we sat motionlessly on Gab’s bed, the piercing silence not as deadly as our own thoughts and memories. There was nothing to say that could cover what we thought. We’d lost Nat, a new best friend. I clenched my eyes shut tight warding off more tears. I was now at the stage were just everything was numb and emotionless. If I cried it was silent tears that I didn’t even know were running. I felt numb to everything, lifeless. I still wasn’t sure if that was a good thing or not.

“Nat’s parents.” Gab groaned letting her head fall heavy into her hands.

I sighed, indeed. Imagine their trauma, grief, their only child gone before them. They didn’t even know about the party.