Hold on to Wishes

2: Felix...?

"Come on Piglet, time to come upstairs. Got horse camp in the morning, and you know how much Dad hates it when you don't get up early enough. It's already 9:00."

"Yeah, yeah, I'm coming, just... One more episode." Popping a piece of a broken pretzel into my mouth, I waved a hand at my older brother, not looking away from the tv.

The teenager shakes his head, propping himself up against one of the couch arms. "I don't know how you watch this stuff at night. I mean, this supernatural stuff creeps me out as it is, and you watch it all the time."

Letting out a tiny shriek, I covered my eyes and turned down the volume by 10 notches, not wanting to see the spirit appear in front of the main character's car.

"And... It's over. Turn it back up, squeaky." Felix raised an eyebrow, observing me calmly turn the volume back up in time to see the heroes kick butt.

"I still get freaked out. But I know that in the end, no matter how terrifying the episode ends up being, Kam and Sean are going to win. There's no reason to get myself worked up over it if they'll always save the day. The directors can't kill the main characters anyway in the show, there would be a freaking riot." I concluded, stuffing another round of food into my mouth.

"Ha, well. Ever read Divergent?" He scoffed, and I chucked a pillow at him, which he dodged with a smirk.

"Shut up, I haven't recovered emotionally from that, you jerk."

Felix knocked me on the back of the head hard enough to hurt, and I glared at him. "Get some sleep, Piglet. Don't wanna piss off Dad, alright?"

I saluted him lazily, turning my attention back to my favorite show.

"Have fun with the rest of that episode. Hope nothing happen- OH MY GOSH, WHO IS THAT?"

Startled, I looked over to where he was pointing, expecting to see a face peering into the basement window. Maybe a psycho killer, a ghost, a vengeful spirit?

Instead, he began to laugh, his dirty blonde hair bobbing along in time with the deep sound.

"YOU SCARED THE CRAP OUT OF ME!" Throwing the remote straight at his stomach, it hit its target with a satisfying oomph sound out of Felix's mouth, cutting his laughter short.

"OW, man! Fel, that hurts!"

Tossing my loose, long brown hair over my shoulder, I smiled coyly, ignoring him.

"Whatever, it was funny anyway. Totally freaked you out." My brother began to march up our steps, then called down, "Hey, be careful. It might come back."

Groaning in frustration and a bit of fear, I quickly turned off the tv and bolted up the stairs, chasing the sound of Felix's chortling with continuous threats to lock him in my closet.

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Clutching the wheel with one hand, the frantic eyed boy swerved in a desperate attempt to avoid the truck barreling towards them- to no avail. Spinning, spinning, faster and faster, no impact-

FELIX! ABBY! Shuddering with a burning sensation in my chest, I was awake again. The beeping of the monitors, the hospital bed, the clinging, plastic sheets on my abdomen, it all came back to me. So did the incident, the memory branding itself into my mind.

Trying to call out was physically painful. My throat felt like rough sandpaper whenever I tried to swallow, and my cracked lips fared no better. I opened my mouth to try, but there was no need to draw attention to myself this time.