As a child, in primary school and then some of middle, I’d never been a people person. There isn’t any dark, twisted reason behind it. I just like to keep to myself. I never really thought there was any point to having more than a friend you can depend on. I’d always been fairly happy that way, at least on the inside, I was peaceful. Later in middle school, I realized reading books in the corner quietly was suicide for my social life.
I grew hungry for more friends, more respect, for more people to notice me. By second year in high school, the present, I’ve managed to earn myself a reputation. People love me. My smile brings them to their knees. But I am not happy. I wasn’t the same anymore. Anyway, I shouldn’t be picky. I have to be happy. People die to be me. Let’s move on.
‘So . . . I’ll see you tomorrow?’ Aria smiles hopefully at me.
I feel a flash of annoyance
‘Of course’ I grin.
The grin was still etched onto my face as I pull my car into gear and start driving. I can’t afford to lose it. It’s visiting time in the hospital this Friday, and Sam would be waiting. Sam, my uncle. It isn’t like I want to visit him. The whole family is visiting. Around him I feel crazy. Dizzy. The sooner the old man dies, the better. I won’t ever forgive him for what he did.
I walk into his hospital room and instantly debate running out. Everyone’s collected around him, holding flowers and cards. It’s sick. He suddenly looks at me, and I feel a wave of nausea.
‘Boy’
I force my grin wider and walk up to him. Looking into his eyes makes me want to curl up and sit in a corner alone.
‘Take this’
He pushes a button into my hands.
‘My gift to you’
I never expected anything more from him. I was surprised I got a parting gift at all. Though when I look up, the sneer I thought I would see on his face isn’t there. Instead, there’s regret.
He closes his eyes, and the smile on his face looks frozen. Unreal. That’s when I hear the beep. I’m pushed into the wall, someone is pushing him onto a stretcher, He’s being taken out of the room. My whole family’s run out. The room’s empty, and I’m still on the ground sitting leaning on the wall. He’s dead.
Hours pass. I stay in the same position. When they come in, My mother and my father think that it’s weird that I stayed in that room, and thought I went into shock, which is true. My brother thinks that I am so sad I can’t even cry, which isn’t.
I don’t think I really want to go into more details of what happens next and what we talk about, and what my aunt says, and how much my father cries. That isn’t important. I will never think of it again.
When I finally climb into bed, glad for the end, I realize that there is a strange tugging on my heart. I AM sad. Just for all the wrong reasons . . .
I opened the door a crack and looked in. He was standing over her, and she looked beautiful. Her soft dark curls fell perfectly. Her face . . . she looked scared. Her dark eyes had a shadow over them. And he, he was all over her. My eyes widened. I ran in. My sister, tears running down her face, turned to me.
‘Teddy, no. Go’ She whispered.
‘OUT BOY’ He struck my face, and I was thrown out of the room.
He came out. Pushing me down, he kicked my stomach. It hurt. It hurt so much, I couldn’t even cry. I ran away. Into my room. There I sat. Alone. Waiting.
I could hear cries of protest from the room downstairs.
‘No. Please. No’ She begged.
It went on and on. I heard the door slam. I looked out of the window and saw him walking away. But I stayed where I was. I couldn’t move.
Sometime later, I heard a sharp sound, like a gunshot. I knew I had to see. It took all of my willpower to get up, walk down, and see her. Sprawled across the floor. I remember seeing her. I remember running to her. She looked beautiful. Dead beautiful.
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Fantasy*Completed**Editing, adding new filler chapters and adding more to current chapters* They say that fear is an illusion. But it isn’t, is it? It’s an actual emotional state our body goes through. The illusion is what’s feared. All we need to stop th...