Don't Let Me Be Gone

Chapter 21

It had been two weeks since I came home and I don't know what to do. Everyone I love is going to die. I look to my right to come face to face with Braxton as we lay on the pullout bed of the couch. We decided to take a nap while his mother works at the restaurant she just got hired to. I couldn't sleep though, not without knowing that everything I have could be gone in a heartbeat, unless I stop being afraid, but that's almost impossible. Could I make her weaker? The guy I met said she hates 'love'. I can make her stronger, but can I actually weaken her? I want her to stop haunting me. The nightmares, the killing, the suicide... I want it all to stop.

I haven't seen the guy at the park lately, I hope he's okay. Maybe she got to him, I wish I could help him.

I feel a sudden jerk next me, knocking me out of my thoughts. I just have been really deep into my thought because Braxton was sweating, even though he didn't have a shirt on, he was shaking, his eyes were closed tight and his breathing had become rapid. I think he's having a nightmare.

Braxton's P.O.V

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"Dad," I speak.

"Yeah son?"

"You know I miss you right? I know I act like I don't sometimes, but I do, and mom... she misses you like hell," I explain.

"Watch your language boy. I know she does, I know you both do," my father sits down on a bench. I place myself next to him and look out at the scenery of my birth home, Indiana.

"Then why did you leave?" I ask. He doesn't answer. He turns around quickly.

"They're coming," my father whispers.

"Who's coming?"

"Sh," he shushes me, "come on," he gets up, "run."

Suddenly I rise to my feet and stand up next to him.

"Run!" He repeats himself, but this time he yells. Before I know it, I begin to run. I run quickly, as fast as my feet can take my. I hear a person following me from behind, I look over my shoulder to see that it's my dad. I don't know what we're running from, I can't see. I can feel trickles of sweat start to form on my forehead.

"Up here! Hurry! They're coming!" My father brings over a ladder for us to climb the tall building. While climbing, I can feel the ladder shaking, like more people are getting on, but I can't see. When we finally reach the top, my dad speaks.

"They're too fast, we need to jump to the next building, if they jump, they die," he looks around and finds a nearby rope. The rope is long enough for the both of us. He ties each end of the rope around both of our waists.

"We'll stick together right?" I asks worriedly.

"Yes, now hurry, let's go! 3..." he counts down, "2... 1!" We run and jump to the next building, but we get caught. The telephone wires get caught between us. We both hang there on either side like a pair of dominoes on a rear view mirror. The rope starts to slip from our waists, heading towards our heads.

"Dad! Dad, we have to get down!" I scream. I kick my feet but the weight is so equal that we go nowhere.

"It's too late son, I failed you, I'm sorry!" Quickly, the rope wraps around both of our necks.

"No!" I breathe heavily. I reach my arms up and try to pry the rope off of us, but it's no use. I start coughing and begin to lose my breath all at once.

"Braxton!" I female voice yells. I look around, but my sight begins to fade. I look over at my father who is no longer struggling, he's dead. My eyes begin to close as the same thing starts to happen to me.