Nathan Smith: NateWantsToBattle
I drove down the street to the hospital. I seriously hope this dude isn't lying. I parked outside and see a dude with pitch black hair standing there. He was looking around as I got out of my car. He spots me and half smiles,
"You have the box?"
"Its in the bag." He nods,
"I'm Seth, I'm Stacey's biological brother." His blue green eyes eliminated any negative possibility. I followed him into the building and up to the 18th floor. He lead me to a room. A girl with bright red hair, bruises on her body, cuts stitched closed, and stitches on her bottom lip lays there asleep. I stood by her side with tears in my eyes and ran my fingers through her hair. She shifts slightly and a look of pain swims on her face. I graze my fingers against her cheek as the look of pain fell and she leans into my touch making me smile. I kissed her head,
"Wake up, baby." I looked at her and small smile plays on her lips,
"Nate." Her voice was like music making me smile as her eyes open. She looked at me smiling with tears in her eyes. I looked at her and instantly filled with regret,
"I'm so sorry, you should of came with me." She shakes her head,
"Its not your fault. Neither of us knew what was coming." She smiles lightly. Everyone else showed up over time and the cops came to question her. As the hours pass, Seth looked at Stacey with guilt and sadness. He grabbed the ba-holy shit! The box! He grabbed the bag and took the box out of it along with the key. What's in that?
Stacey Wright: BobcatMusic
Seth walked toward me and gave me a box with the key. I looked at him and he smiled lightly at me. Everyone in the room was looking at me and watching me. I sat up and looked at the box. I opened it and a bunch of pictures filled in. I looked at a few and I literally felt my eyes snap open. Flipping through more pictures, I found one of a man and a woman. The man had dark brown almost black hair and peircing blue eyes, the woman had emerald green eyes and pitch black hair. Tears formed in my eyes as I take in the picture,
"Dad died the night of accident. Mom couldn't handle his loss and tried to kill herself. She's in a mental home now, about to be switched to a nursing home." I blink several times,
"And this?" I grabbed another picture and it was of me and male looking about my age maybe a couple years older. Seth stood next to me,
"You and me." I look at him and he was a spitting image of the man,
"You're my brother." He gave me a small smile. Nate sat next to me and kissed my head as I wiped the tears off my face. I looked at Seth and moved his hair from his eyes, just like mine.
