Short Story 3

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The water was always the same as it was every other day I was there, the colour of the sky on a rainy day.
            It was a beautiful sunny morning, in the city of London. I was by myself standing alone on that bridge. I sat my half drank cappuccino on the ground and started taking pictures of my scenery. It was a fantastic sight. I could see another bridge in the distance, and boat houses were floating here and there. A brick wall was close by to the water and a long it was the pathway that I walked on every day.
            One last picture and I turned around, putting away my camera. I then grabbed my cappuccino and leaned back on the railings.
             I had only taken a sip when all of a sudden out of nowhere; a bullet flew right past me. Well at least I thought it was a bullet, everything happened way too fast. Then the next thing I knew I was tackled backwards into the water by a guy who looked around the age of twenty. A scream had escaped me and then the last thing I remember was seeing that guy above me and the impact of the water on my back.
            “Anna. Anna, wake up,” I heard a stranger say.
            My eyelids had felt like a tonne, but I forced them to open. A candle was lit in the room and by the looked of it, it was already dusk outside.
            “Do I know you?” I asked as I sat up and rubbed my eyes. My voice had sounded croaky and my back was sore.
            “No, not yet, but you will,” he replied. He was the guy I saw from before. He looked very familiar.
            “What do you mean I will, and where am I? Were you the one that pushed me off the bridge?” I questioned.
            “Just don’t worry Anna. Where you are right now isn’t important.  And yes, I was the one who pushed you off that bridge, but that was because you were in danger,” he replied with concern in his eyes.
            “No! Where I am right now is definitely important. What danger was I in anyways, and where I am is, in fact, very important. So please whoever you are let me go,” I demanded and got off the bed.
            I was just about to go out the door when he blocked the way.
            “Anna, just wait,” he ordered and rested his hands on my shoulders.
            “Oh, yeah. One more thing, stranger, how do you know my name?” I said as I shrugged off his hands.
            “My name is Jonathan. Anna, I’m your…?
            I interrupted him and completed his sentence. “My brother. I know who you are now. I was wondering why you looked so familiar.”
            I looked up at him and saw the pleading in his eyes for me not leave any moment soon. He had shadows under his eyes like he hadn’t slept since last night. His dark brown hair was ruffled and messy. Then, for the first time, I looked at what he was wearing. Jeans, a black top and a jacket that looked awfully like the one I bought for my brother on his sixteenth birthday. I remembered it was a bit too big for him and was very loose on him. Seems like he’d grown into it.
            “But wait, if you’re really my brother, then where is your birthmark?” I asked.
            “What birthmark sis? Aren’t you the one with it?” Jonathan replied with a smirk.
            I grinned at him and then flew into his arms. I hugged him and he held me back. I started crying and then said through sobs, “You remember our joke.”
            Jonathan and I had always joked around about my birthmark. I use to tease that he had one too, although I knew he clearly didn’t.
            “Yes, of course I would. Remember how we got separated?” Jonathan said.
             “Yeah I do, but let’s not go there. It’s been much too long Jonathan. Four years right?” I said as I stepped away from him.
            “Four  and...” he paused for a moment and raised his left eyebrow to think.  “Two and half months to be exact, Anna. Weren’t you the one who was always better at Maths than me?” he said with a smile.
            “It has been too long for me to keep track Jonathan, and you’ve grown so tall. By the way how did you know I was in danger? Well, why do you think I’m in danger?”
            “Long story, not enough time Anna.” Jonathan went and sat on the bed. I walked across the room and sat down on the chair by the wardrobe.
            “What do you mean, ‘Not enough time’?” I questioned impatiently. 
            At that very moment, someone knocked down the front door of Jonathan’s house. I stood up straight away and walked over to Jonathan.
            “Listen to me Anna. Get out of here by the back door and run away from here as fast as you can. Take your bag and go,” he whispered.
            “No Jonathan, we can’t be separated again. Let me stay Jonathan,” I pleaded as I looked up at him.
            “Anna you can’t. It’s not safe. You must go. I’ll find you, and I promise you I will. Don’t look for me because it’s not safe. Please Anna leave, and I mean now,” Jonathan begged.
            “Keep your promise Jonathan. I really don’t want to lose you,” I whispered.
            Jonathan opened the door for me then followed behind. We were almost there when a man in his early twenties came and around the corner holding a flash light and hand gun. He was no policeman that was for sure.
            Jonathan attacked the man and knocked him out without trouble. How he did it, I don’t know. It was all too dark to see.
            “Go Anna, hurry,” Jonathan said and pointed me in the right direction.
            “Jonathan, why don’t we go together?” I asked holding onto his arm.
            “There’s unfinished business with these guys. When I’m done, I will find you,” he said without hesitation. “I love you sis.”
            We both could hear footsteps approaching us.
            “Neal, where are you?!” a man with squeaky voice yelled.
            “Love you Jonathan,” I mouthed.
            It was dark outside, pitch black. Not even the light the moon would give if it were out, nothing but the sound of the crickets.
            The atmosphere was cold and damp. My brother’s house was in the middle of nowhere.
            I looked left to right, either way it didn’t matter. I couldn’t see. I went to my left and ran into the night, oblivious of my whereabouts.
            I didn’t get far when I heard gunshots coming from Jonathan’s house. I paused and stumbled upon a tree. I looked back in the direction I ran from.
            “Jonathan,” I said to myself.
            I bit back my tears and continued running. My throat was dry and every time I swallowed my spit, it felt as though a million knives were there. My clothes were torn from the branches, my hair fell loose from its pony tail and my feet were aching terribly. I was exhausted to the max and just wanted to fall into a deep sleep like Sleeping Beauty.
            That night was painful. A time when I’ve never been so horrified in my entire life. I was scared that my brother might’ve died back there at his house.
            Here I am three years later, standing on the same bridge that Jonathan saved me from. Well from what, I still don’t know.
            All this time and Jonathan never found me. He never came for me. He never kept his promise.
            At times I think that he had died that night when I heard the gunshot, but something inside me kept telling me that he was still alive. That maybe it just wasn’t the right time yet.
            So till this very day, I’m still waiting for him. I always will be. Hopefully someday he’ll appear before me. I don’t care if it’s in five or twenty year’s time, I’ll still be happy, because he still kept his promise. If he shows tomorrow, well then that’ll be even better. What a day that will be, when we meet again.