Brother

Nobody Moves

Not going to do the quotes this time, I'm really lazy. So I'll just say the song.

Nobody Moves by Brand New

Me and my unconscious mother lie in the back of the truck. It's ridges dig into my back, but luckily I asked them to tie my hands in the front so I didn't sit on my hands. They agreed after fighting about it, the one man who murdered my father did tie my hands in front. He had got in the front, next to the driver, which I found out whose name was Logan. Two other people were in the back of the truck with my mother and I. She still hasn't woke up, but I can see from the corner of my eye that she is still breathing. Every now and then she stirs. Mumbling things. I can't hear what she says from the wind, yet I strain and try to.

A skinny man and chubby boy are the ones watching us. They aren't actually watching. Instead they are talking about some kind of game they played back home. Called fox. They haven't explained it or anything, just telling funny stories. They make faces at each other, and wave their arms around while describing things.

They were smiling and laughing, and looked so young. Alive, breathing.

I never thought I'd see them change.

Days later, after staying in their mini camp, my mother woke up. Logan was to be watching us, and he did. He made sure to feed us both and take care of my troubled mother. I'm not for sure why, but she slept for days. And days on end, I thought maybe she was dead. This was her ghost. I'd whisper to her when Logan wasn't there. I'd lie to her. Telling her that we're safe. Dad's alive. That we decided to go like she wanted. I told her we were on the road to happiness. I don't know if she ever heard me or believed what I said. Somehow the lies made me feel better. If I pretended that we were okay, then we were okay.

She woke up, screaming in pain. My hands are tied, but I manage to put my fingers to my lips and shush her.

"Where are we?" She croaked. Her voice is faint, like a small breeze.

I shiver at the sound of her voice. It sounds so sweet. So lovely.

"We are being held." I answer, and gaze at her while she looks around the tent.

"By the Regrime?" She whispers, afraid. Slowly, I nod my head. The bruise that once covered her face is now a pale yellow.

"Where is your father?" She sits back down.

"Dead. The leader here murdered him." I say with sorrow. She loved him, and I loved him to. When he hit us, that wasn't him. That was his demon.

Her eyes gloss over, and she leans her head on me. I swallow.

"I'm sorry. I don't remember a thing," She cries. I let her cry on me, but I do not cry. I cried a while back, but now I have ran out of tears for my father.

Suddenly, I hear footsteps. Logan, I assume.

The flap of the tent opens and his white hair pokes in.

"I thought I heard screaming. I'm glad you finally awoke," Logan nods to my mother. With tears still in her eyes, she spits at him.

Her saliva hits his cheek, he wipes it off with a glare in his eyes. "Mother!" I gasp.

"It's fine, Tundra." Logan says, looking at me. My name rolls off his tongue so easily. He rubs his hand on his pants.

"I apologize." I look down at my lap, feeling ashamed in my mother.

"The Regrime and all their people deserve to go to Hell!" My mother growls, her eyes narrowed in hate.

Logan steps into the tent, bending down in front of her. She sticks her head up high.

"Don't you dare say that when your people have killed too many of mine." Logan grounds out, his blue eyes stormy and dark.

"Your people are blood lended hounds, they deserve to die." I notice my mother has no more tears in her eyes, but pure hatred.

I hear the smack before I see it. My mother's face is struck by Logan's pale hand. I watch as my mother spits out blood.

"Don't you forget you are our prisoners. We can kill you," He grabs her face to make her look at him, "And we will."

Logan then stands up, wipes my mothers blood onto his pants and leaves.

My heart is filled with hate. For my mother, Logan and the Regrime.

Short and probably super cringy. I tried. Please vote and comment if you like.
Hayley~