Saving Marzia (Pewdiepie fanfic)

Bro...?

Chapter 15

POV: Felix Kjellberg

I tried to stop the tears but they kept coming and coming, streaming off my face and on to the red and black sweatshirt Emma had gotten from the mall not long ago. She was alive not even and hour ago. How can this happen? How could she just...just be gone? It's not right. She was like my own kid! And I couldn't save her... I couldn't save her from death.

"Please..please...please.." I begged as I pet back her dark hair. My whole body was shaking in fear. I never though I could get this emotional.

I felt a hand on my shoulder and I sucked up my tears, somewhat. I think it was Ryan standing behind me. I was about to look up at him but couldn't manage it.

"Hey...Bro." A cracked, dry voice mumbled. I pulled back my head from Emma's head and saw her trying her best to smile.

"Emma!" I hugged her tightly and kissed the top of her head. "I thought you were dead!" I hugged her tighter.

"I will be if you don't loosen your grip." She said as she pushed back on my shoulder.

I smiled like an idiot and loosened my hug. She wiggled out off of it and stood up on wobbly legs, holding her head. Her eyes scanned around the burning car, the woods, and to Ryan, Fianna, and George. She fell backwards and I caught her, standing her back up.

"Whow! What happened?" She asked, supporting her weight on my shoulder.

"Well, we hit a deer." Ryan said and shrugged his shoulders a little.

"The fire?" She asked, running her hands through her hair, coughing and coughing.

"Gas in the back caught on fire. Which reminds me, we might want to grab any thing from around the car before it-" the car exploded mid sentence, pushing us all back. "....Well...fuck." Cry sighed.

It was silent for a minute. We just watched the car burn and burn and burn.

"So, uh, what do we have left?" George chimed in.

"Whatever's in everyone's backpack."

Everyone grabbed their backpacks from the pile behind me and rummaged through them.

"Everyone should have two bottles of water, one gun and two clips of ammo in their bags. I put it in everyone's before we left." Fianna announced.

"And who said you could mess with the supplies?" Ryan asked.

"Well, no one but-"

"Exactly! No one said you could mess with OUR supplies." He stepped out from behind me.

"Aye! Don't you talk to my sister like that! Because of her we have the damn supplies still!" George puffed out his chest and tried to get in Ryan's face, but was to short.

"George!" Fianna exclaimed at the cuss word.

"Well it's true!" The Irish boy pouted.

All three of them started yelling at each other and I couldn't understand a word of it. I looked at Emma, she still looked unstable on her feet and the fighting seemed like it was stressing her out on top of her uncontrollable coughing.

"It's all your fault this happened!" I heard Fianna scream.

"Well, your the one that got my attention off the damn road!"

"Aye! What did I say about talking to my sis like that!" That was pretty much all I understood.

"Hey!" I yelled, getting no ones attention. "HEY!" I yelled at the top of my lungs. They all shut up and looked to me, even Puga and Yink stopped barking. "Stop yelling." I said in a normal tone. Emma was still coughing behind me. "We can't just fucking yell at each other and hope that'll solve it. We have bigger things to worry about then this."