Why is it so cold? Just looking out the iced over windows, makes me feel like I will never be warm again. No matter how much I try, the fire will not make me warm enough. I decide to call out to my brother. "Blade, Blade!" He bolts in, dark hair ruffled and not done, brown eyes wide open with urgency, flannel tied around his waist and black shirt over his strong body. Only my brother would ever look like this. Ever since I was declared sick by my psychiatrist, he has been on edge, always alert.
"Scarlet, are you okay?" I catch my refection in the mirror. My long brown hair is messily put back into a braid that softly falls over my shoulder, the bags under my once bright blue eyes are past being concealed by make up, my thin stature is badly hidden by my oversized black shirt with light blue stripes and skinny jeans. I am nothing like myself. "No. I am cold, can you pass me a blanket" I say lightly. I find it hard to believe that 16 year old me is asking my 22 year old brother to fetch me a blanket. Blade grabbed the bright orange comforter off of my bed and raps it around me. I've felt bad ever since Blade had to move back in when I got sick. He kept telling me that he didn't mind but I am struggling to believe him.
Blade sits down next to me on the bay window in my bedroom. He places his hand on my neck and gives it a gentle squeeze. I immediately feel warm. "Why do you stay?" I ask. "For you, your my sister and I love you." I hate it when he starts talking deeply and meaningfully, ever since he came out to us he has just been so deep. Rarely does he show his fun side, the Blade I grew up with and know. Blade is the only person in the world I am certain I love, as much as it pains me to say this, I know it is true.
I remember the night it happened. When mum finally snapped. We were at home, I was reading on the couch, Blade was texting his 'special friend' ( I was the only one in our family, at the time, who knew about Blade being gay. That 'special friend' he was talking to was his boyfriend of the time) and mum was cooking in the kitchen. I heard the phone ringing, assuming it was my best friend Dianna, I stood up and grabbed it. Just before I could hit answer mum called out from the kitchen telling me to give it to her. I gave the phone to her and went back to my book. Even though the story was reaching its climax I was keeping an ear out for what mum and the person on the phone were talking about.
"No, please, no!" that's all I heard her mumble for about five minutes before she hung up. She slowly placed to phone in the bench, and started heavily crying out of no where. Both Blade and I raced into the kitchen, chucking our stuff behind us. I ran over to mum asking her what happened, begging her to calm down. She said the person on the phone was a doctor from the local hospital. Dad gone to see his brother who was there with a mental illness. Bipolar Disorder, he'd had it for years. Apparently as soon as he stepped into the room, his brother king hit him. Dad died instantly. After that uncle Dan ran out of the room and stabbed himself in the heart with a syringe, it took a few hits but was dead too.
The last thing I remember is mum screaming. It went on for hours, just long screams, no tears, no emotion, just screams. My next memory of that time is five days later. At the funeral. I have so much pride in my brother, he carried the coffin down the walk way to the ulter without shedding a single tear. From that day onwards, mum began to change. I didn't know what was changing, but if I had would have left a long, long time ago.
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A/N Hey guys! My name is Erin I am 13 years old (2016) and I live in a place called Adelaide in south Australia. For years I have admired stories, not necessarily about anything in particular, that make you feel something, that are relatable and that make you realize that not everyone is perfect.
On a more personal note, I am addicted to YouTube, I am a huge Tronnor shipper but no one knows apart from me, if I could do anything for the rest of my life it would be to read Binge and A Work In Progress with blue neighborhood playing in the background whilst wearing a onsite and bright red bed socks. ( I would probs also be watching about 20 billion other YouTube's as well. #sorrynotsorry.
I don't expect anyone to read my story but a girl can hope, right. But my first reader I will be eternally grateful for.
P.s this is my first story on Wattpad so any constructive criticism will be excellent!
