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Chapter VI - Walking through heaven!

Oh my God! Where am I? Did I died? When? How? Where? With who? 

All I see is white. I'm walking through heaven, I guess! Why am I dressed in a white dress? Why do I have wings? Am I an angel? Or a devil with an angel's outfit? What's happening to me?

Maybe that's good! I prayed to God for this. And HE heard me, I guess. Maybe, being died is the most beautiful feeling. I can't feel any pain anymore. That's not as much painful as it was.

Wait a minute, why was I suffering? I can't remember anything, neither. Who made me to suffer? Did he/she died too? Did I have a boyfriend? I don't know. All I can remember is my mother and my brother, John. He's so sweet. I can remember him now. He's almost twenty years old now.

Oh my God! My memories started coming. John isn't twenty years old. HE'S DIED. My fucking father killed him when he was fourteen. Now I can remember! But, I can't remember anything else!

I don't need to remember anything else. All this memory made me to die even I died once. Well, none's know if I'm died or not, but I can feel my cold body. Knowing that my 'daddy', even he doesn't deserve to call him like that, killed my brother.....

He was drunk that morning. Now I can remember that I saw this moment on my dreams almost every night. We were eating pancakes. That's the reason why that delicious food for me has turned on a toxic matter. As we were eating those, we heard that someone knocked the door. My dad entered furious. He was so enraged. 

He and my mom started arguing. He wanted some money, only God knows why! He was totally drunk. Suddenly, when mom wasn't giving him money, he slapped her. My brother, being so worried for mom, he approached and pushed dad away with all his "manly power" trying to defend mom. But dad slapped John too, but much stronger this time and John fell with head at the corner of our glass table. His blood was distributed throughout the floor!

I can't imagine that moment. Oh my Gosh, he passed away on my hands. With those hands full of blood I touched his clothes and face. He was all red when I saw him for the last moment. My mom immediately called 911. Police came and arrested my dad. The most difficult moment was when doctor covered my brother with that fucking white blanket saying "There's no life signs. Sorry! We lost our patient!" 

But, there's something else! I was suffering by...!! I don't know. I can't remember but I surely know that it's heavier....!!!!!!

~LUKE'S P.O.V~

"Sir, sir are you OK?" Someone asked. "Come on! Mr. Luke Morris is waking up!"

"Are you OK now?" He asked me.

I just nodded, barely able to speak. "Where am I?" I asked with still closed eyes. I was feeling so tired.

"You're at hospital. You've experienced an accident!" The same voice replied again.

I finally opened my eyes. First, I could see nothing. Then, the view gradually started being clearer. 

"Mr. Morris, you're not as much injured as we thought. You have some scars and that's all." Doctor said.

I relieved. Thank God. In fact, he was right. I immediately stood up but an another wave of dizziness washed over me and I fell down. 

"Calm down, sir. You're not that healthy." He said with a smirk. "But, your companion is more injured. She's at death's door, I guess.

"My companion?"

"Yes. Don't you remember? Ms. Taylor Johnson was with you."

WHAT? Oh my Gosh! Now I can remember all of that. It's all my fault. If I wouldn't be that jealous, all this wouldn't be happening.