Forever Dead (On Hold)

Chapter Thirty Eight

Ryan's P.O.V

I slowly turned the handle and the door swung open in the breezy hallway. The laughter sounded again, followed by a muffled voice of someone I had never heard before; anger began to consume me, there was someone with my family I didn’t know, who let them in? This anger took over too quickly and I was almost sprinting down the hallway to the top of the stairs. My hand wrapped around the post and I swung to face the stairs, an obstacle between me and the intruder. I took a deep breath to consume my anger so I wouldn’t hurt anyone.

I took it one step at a time, slowly walking down stairs as the voice became clearer. I headed down and I was at the bottom when it was completely audible.

“My god dude, you are fucking hilarious, where did you learn that joke?” I heard the familiar voice of the darker and taller boy that Kat brought along. I sighed and opened the door separating me from the people downstairs.

“Look who it is, nice to see you Ryan” Char joked, rolling her eyes and walking into the kitchen that was to my right. I rolled my eyes in return and followed her into the small room, now  crowded with the people that I didn’t know. I knew it to be crowded with just my family around, with these people it was claustrophobic. I hated it and especially since they were crowded around one person, who at the moment I couldn’t see.

“Oh hey, nice to see you up again” Dylan smiled at me the second he saw me. He didn’t seem fazed by the person that was so interesting. I pointed over to the area ahead without a word. I guess he understood and before he could answer Alan stepped past me and I was confused, where did he come from?

I grasped his shoulder and pulled him to look at me, he didn’t seem to bothered at all by this action.

“Why are you here?” I growled at him, glaring at him as he just stood in front of me, just a head smaller than I was. I shook him and he simply moved with the action. My grip hardened and still he didn’t wince or even try to get out my grips. Why is he like this because I don’t actually like him.

“Hey, nice to meet you, the name’s Ed I-” A voice called, I instantly turned to face the voice and my grip loosened from Alan’s shoulder. I looked from one to the other then back to the new face. I didn’t have a clue who this Ed guy was or even how he got here but I wasn’t prepared to ask. I walked up to him and pushed him into the wall, my elbow on his chest so he couldn’t move. “Is this how you greet everyone?” He joked, smirking at his clever remark.

“How did you get here? Why are you here? What is your business?” I questioned him carefully, waiting patiently for the answers that he would give me.

A heavy sigh was heard and I didn’t bother turning around, whoever  it better stop because it won’t get any better.

“Hey Kat, can you get this psycho off of me?” Ed teased, looking straight past me and to another person. My grip loosened and I turned so quickly on my heels I nearly fell over at the shear speed. My eyes landed on the familiar face of my sister, the one I thought I lost, the one I thought I was to blame for, for her death but she was stood right in front of me. My eyes widened and I no longer felt any control over my body, my brotherly instincts taking over. I walked slowly over to her and wrapped her in a tight hug, stroking her now short and burnt hair. I felt my t-shirt dampen as she began to sob into my shirt, gripping at the creases.

“I thought I lost you” I whispered into the top of her head, I carried on stroking her hair gently and I couldn’t stop the weak smile erupting on my face.

“You can never lose me” She called into my t-shirt, after she slowly removed her face from it and smiled at me.

Kat's P.O.V