The Other Half of Me (In major editing!)

CHAPTER 21

CHAPTER 21

***Marcel's POV***

Kristen has fallen asleep in my arms. I know I have got us into some crazy shit over our little break. I wasn't expecting for John to tell me that or James to be the one that hit us. I am still trying to process all this. Maybe if we do go to the studio it would be good for both of us. I have a fridge there, we could bring some food. The music would help think this all through. I probably will go with Kristen. I look at the time and it's almost midnight, I really need to get to bed. I got school tomorrow. I pick Kristen up and place her on the opposite side of me. I place my hand on her waist and pull her closer, I take my classes off and put them on the night stand. I close my eyes and slowly drift off into sleep.

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I wake up to Kristen screaming. She is sweating buckets and is shaking. I know her dream is not going anywhere near good.

"Kristen wake up. Come on please baby. Wake up."

I slightly tap her cheeks to wake her. She isn't budging. I know she is falling deeper and deeper into this fear.

"Kristen baby wake up. Your having a nightmare."

"Marcel? Are you here? NOOO. PLEASE STOP. DON'T SHOOT HIM. SHOOT ME."

I hear Kristen say those words and I start to panic. I heard if you die in a dream you don't wake up. I have to wake her. I can't let her die.

"Kristen wake up now."

I do the only thing I can thing of and pinch her. She jumps up and is covered in sweat, she looks at me. I don't know what she will do, if she decides to attack me that fine, as long as I know I saved her. I'm taken back when she lunges into my arms and starts to cry, I hug her tight and keep my arms around her. I run my long fingers through her hair, I know she is thankful.

"Thank you Cel. I was having a nightmare. I was having quiet a crazy one."

"Want to talk about it love?"

"Please. I didn't want to start talking about it and you didn't want too."

I lay sit her on my lap and she leans into my chest. I pull her closer, I wait for her start to talk. I know this is going to be hard for her to handle, so I don't want to push her any faster than she already has to go.

"I was at my home. I was with my mom, we were watching a movie. I remember it clearly, it was my brother, mom, and dad. We were all watching a movie. It was Luke and I's turn to choose a movie. We decided we all watch the lion king. I was about 5, Luke on the other hand was 13. He basically grew out of his Disney face. Back to what I was saying. We were all on the couch. Luke and I on the far left and our mom and dad on the right of us." She stops talking, I looked down and saw her crying. I pulled her closer into my chest and she buried her face into my chest.

"In the middle of the movie someone came to the door. My dad got up and went to go get it. The minute he opened it these guys came in and pushed my dad against the wall. They pushed him so hard that he was incautious. They came over to my mom, brother and me. I couldn't do anything. I felt useless. They grabbed my mom by her hair. I screamed, and Luke jumped on the guy and punched him in the man hood. I was shocked at what was going on. The guy grabbed Luke and put a gun to his head. I screamed again and my mom got up and pushed Luke out of the way. I was confused, I just saw them pointing guns at my family. My mom yelled at the men. She said 'Shoot me not my kids.' The guys were stubborn and grabbed my brother. I sat on the couch crying. I saw him put it to my brothers head and I screamed to take all of theirs attention. I was scared I did the only thing I could think of."

I looked at her. I knew what she was going to say was going to hurt her. She cried harder. I kissed her trying to push the memories away. I knew I couldn't I wanted all her bad memories gone.

"I yelled 'Nooo. Please don't shoot him. Shoot me.' I couldn't see my brother die. I knew he had a better life than me. I couldn't watch him die. They moved the gun from his head and pointed it at me. I took one last look at my family. Next thing I know I hear a gun being shoot and me not dying. I open my eyes and see my mom on the floor and my dad holding a gun and a guy dead. I didn't understand at first. I was confused, I look at my mom and see her shirt becoming red. I see Luke heading towards my mom and my dad shooting another bullet. I was so confused. I went to my mom and see her eyes open slightly. She smiles as well as she could, I knew that night that nothing was going to be the same. She opened her mouth and started talking. 'Kristen baby. I have to tell you I love you. I need you to know that I'm going somewhere better. Where I'm going I will see you but you won't see me for a long time.' She kissed my cheek and looked at my brother. She told him the same thing but more. I didn't understand at the time."

She stopped and looked at me. I knew it was hurting her to tell me I know all of this isn't some nightmare it is how her mother died. It has become her number one fear. She is scared of this. She can't find a cure to this nightmare nothing can fix it. She is going to have these nightmares and I'm not going to be able to stop them. I will only be able to sooth her.

"I saw my mom die. She laid in my lap and died. I saw my dad walk over and the next part still hurts. I looked at me and point his finger at me. 'You are the reason why the woman I love died. You are the fault of all this. I can NEVER LOVE you the same after this.' I saw a side of my father that I have never seen before. I knew from that point on that I will have to survive with me, myself and I. My brother helped me at some points. He moved away before he was even 17. He couldn't deal with the pain. He knew it wasn't my fault. He left cause of my dad. He didn't love us the same. Sadly my dad left before my brother. I knew it was me. Everyone hated me. We lived with my aunt, my brother and I, but he ran away one night and he told me something before he left. 'I will find you again Kristen. I will find you before I die and before you leave for good.' I kept that in my mind for the longest. I stopped believing that right before I moved here. I knew that everyone hated me and left cause of me. I couldn't deal with it. My cousin Mary and Conner called me 'the death witch' they thought their mom died cause I was now living with them. I didn't have family they didn't want me. So I came here. A place that didn't know my past. People that didn't think I was 'the death witch'. I love you Marcel. I love you so much. You don't know how much it means to me that you listened to me." 

I knew she was thankful that I listen to what she had to say. She needed someone to love her again, someone that wouldn't call her 'the death witch', someone that would love her even after hearing all this, someone that would be there till the end.

I could be that someone and I need to show her that I could be that someone. I can't let her down. She is fragle, we both are. We need each other to keep the pieces together.

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