Cry For Real

Chapter 3

REAL POV

"Mom, can we visit Elsa?". I asked my mom who was sitting beside me.

"Of course". She flashed me a toothy grin. Last week, we went to an orphanage and there I met Elsa.  We came to visit every once in a week. She was like a sister to me.

We've arrived, here in the orphanage. Sam, the manager of the orphanage, allowed us to see the kids. I went inside to see kids hugging me to death. They released me and I asked them if they saw Elsa. I saw her, grabbing me into a hug.

"The brothers!". The kids went towards a pack of people entering the room. They're not just any other people. They are the Tomlimson brothers.

LOUIS POV

I saw her body as she was crowded with the kids.

"The brothers!". A pack of kids came towards us, squeezing us to death. I laughed and told them to go to their play toys and they obeyed. What can you say? I am a good babysitter.

"I didn't thought that you guys would come in here".

"Well you could see us now". I joked and made her laugh.

She sat beside Elsa and I smiled at them. I joined with my brothers, playing with the other kids.

REAL POV

After visiting the orphanage, me and my mom decided to go to my dad's place, the cemetery. We bought flowers before going on my father's stone.  He died from a car crash. I placed the flowers in front of his stone and prayed for him.

"Meet me in the car, ok?". My mom left me here alone with my father. Him and I were close. 

I sent my goodbye to my father and look up to see a guy standing in front of a tombstone. My legs carried my towards the guy, even if I tried to protest myself.

"Hey". I quietly whispered. He jumped and faced me. It was Ryan Tomlinson.

"You scared me Real". He flashed me a lonely smile and I responded back, quite cheerfully.

"What are you doing here?" I asked him.

"Before I could answer that, what are you doing here?".

"Visiting my dad". I spoke, looking at the ground.

"I'm sorry" I heard him mutter. I looked up at the stone that's behind him.

Cry Tomlinson

Died on: March 17 ****

Born on: March 17 ****

R.I.P.

"Who's Cry?" I asked him. He stiffened when I said the name. He scratched the back of his head and tried to make an excuse.

"H-he's a b-broth-er-r o-f mi-ne?". He stuttered but stated like a question. "He died at his birthday of an incident. That's all." He nervously fumbled his thumbs around while I stared at him.

"I'm sorry" I gave him a small smile.

"Y-ou d-don't n-need-d t-too" He stuttered. I tried to hug him but he flinched.

"I-I got-t t-to go-o" He stuttered again and ran away from me.

But I still heard him muttered.

"I'm sorry".

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I wandered around the forest. and held my camera tightly around my hands. Stupid project. I would've have slept in the house. Apparently, school killed everything. I accidentally tripped on a rock and blood leap out of my arm. I stood up, flicking the dirt away from me.

"Stupid project" I kicked the rock.

"Stupid school" I cleaned up my damaged arm.

"Stupid forest!" I stomped  the ground.

"Very stupid, very, very stu--" Before I could finish the sentence, I saw moving bushes near by as it created sounds and slowly took some steps forward. My eyes widen as I saw something. Something real and supernatural.

I walked up a bit forward as it stayed still. I kept moving forward, clutching my camera. The object stared at me. I brought up my camera to take a quick picture. As I did, the thing still stayed there. I bent down, kneeling in front and slowly touched its fur. It still didn't move.

The sound of the birds caught its attention. It got away from my touch and at looking me in the eye to follow as it wandered around the forest. I followed it but it started to gain speed and ran through the forest.

"Hey, wait up!" I called out as I ran straight forward, dodged things that came in my way. After minutes swirled by, we made it back at my house. I looked at creature who stare at me and it barked and started to leave. I wave behind its back.

I grabbed my camera and stared at the picture that I got. The beautiful creature in front of my eyes.

A werewolf.

UNKOWN POV

I got back, outside of the front courtyard of the house. "Where were you?". A voice behind me made me whip my head at the person other than my brother.

"Hunting" I replied smoothly.

"Next time, ask permission before you hunt" My brother replied and went inside.

My thoughts drifted off and wondered about her. Her body, her eyes, her voice, her--ugh! I wanted to see her but it's late. I went to bed.

Three more months before everything starts to burn. I sighed and drifted off to sleep.

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REAL POV

I slammed my locker shut and sighed. I finally finished the stupid project and went to my class.

"So our lesson for today is about blah, blah, blah". The sound of boredom made me fall asleep.

"MISS LOVELACE!". I jumped at the voice who woke me up.

"This is your last warning. You and Mr. Tomlinson will start a project, just ask him. You may now leave." She angrily said and I picked up my things and head towards the door.

"I am assuming your my partner for the project?". Jed asked in front of the door way like it's very clear statement that I am his partner.

"Great, another stupid project". I replied sarcastically and made him slightly chuckle.

"You could say that again".

"Great, another stupid project" I repeated with a sly smirk coming its way on my face.

He returned a smirk. "My house or yours?".

"Mine. Later when school is done."

We were currently working our project inside my house and  got bored and started to ask questions.

"My dad died from a car crash when I was 12. Everyday, he would give me a rose and put on our vase" I pointed the vase that was near at my desk. He gestured me to continue. "We were close and happy until he left. I always had a depression and ended up in a mental hospital, 3 times. My mom tried to stop me from doing things. She had ordered a therapist to help me. It helped a little but I missed him so much." I finished as no tears came out of my eyes. I never cried. I stood up and head towards the door.

"I am gonna get some food. Be right back". I told him and left the room.

I got some snacks and went back to my room. Jed wasn't here. I wondered where he went and noticed a note.

'Dear Real,

I got some things to do. I'm sorry for your father's loss. I had some fun time with you. Thank you.

From, Jed Tommo'

I smiled at the note and noticed a single rose on the vase, picked it up and smiled. I looked at the project about vampires. I was shocked, a lot of written facts on the pages that he created. At the end, simple words are being written:

'Vampires are cold, dead, and heartless creatures'.