Another Piece of Me {DISCONTINUED}

questions unanswered

*Dean*
I walk to my car when the final bell rings.

WHY. Why did I do that. I went too fast. Why did I go so fast!?

I know why.

I look at my arm, a little under my shoulder.

I was scared the next time I saw her...well, I didn't think there would be a "next time."

I couldn't wait anymore. It seemed like she needed me today, it really did. Her hand gave me an energy that gave me something. Maybe it was was the will to live again.

*Melany*
Dean surprised me today. Why so sudden? I'm extremely confused.Whatever it was, it was kind of nice. Kind of awkward, but towards the end it was pretty cute I'll have to admit. I walk onto the quint little porch that guarded my house full of memories. I remember my brothers first steps, my mothers excitement. I remember the late night during a meteor shower I spent sitting on this front porch alone for the night under a light blanket, falling asleep slowly to wake up to a sunrise. I didn't move and watched the neighborhood wake up, the kids riding bikes and laughing about silly, meaningless things. My brother was one of them. That day he told me he had a crush on Ellie, the girl down the street who always spent her time making flower crowns for everyone. I always kept mine until they wilted, I didn't care. Death was just something I dealt with. I had the crowns to prove it.

I still stood there, on my porch, letting memories flow back to me. It felt nice. With a clearer head, I stepped inside and dropped my bag on the kitchen tiles, feeling a rush of an odd feeling. I couldn't put my finger on what it was however, so I dismissed it, turning to my annoying task of figuring out Dean's motives.
Why?

My thought is interrupted with the back door squeaking open to see my mother walk in with our bundle of joy, Zebb the pomsky. Zebb ran over to me, and kissed my cheeks as usual, just like every day. My mother looked down at the two of us on the floor, and laughed. "Well hello there to you too." She said, mid-laugh.
"Hi mom. Mr. Zebby seemed to enjoy having fun attacking me." I laughed playfully. When's dad coming back? No airport tonight?" I said.
"No hun. He's coming back with the truck. He told me Albany was great, but he had a tough time with his proposal."
"Oh. Not good huh?"
"Nope. Fighting the big pharma is hard honey, you know that."
"Yeah yeah. I know. I'll be there soon enough. Don't you forget that."
Zebb gave me a reasurring look and I turned to Mom, who gave me a tired smile. One that said: "I hate this, what we've had to battle." I see the same smile on my face every day.

I finished talking about my day (which did not mention Dean,) and we talked about the new cases Dad learned about from some of his partners based in Albany. We talked about our weekend plans, what to have for dinner, and so much more until I decided to leave my mother to her business of finshing up the rest of the clinic details. Filing, loans, layouts, decor, room setups, there was still a lot, but my Mom insisted she had only an hour of planning left until the ideas became a reality. I grabbed the tea from the top cabinet and let it brew.

I grabbed my warm cup of tea, and walked up to the attic to relax, where the living room I used the most was. The room had this lovely atmosphere and a big bay window with a bench that had a lovely look out to the side yard and part of the street. I looked out and saw little Ellie and a boy. Ellie wasn't as little as she was that summer when I had so much fun experiences, a time where I had no problems, and Kalvin was having the time of his life. The two kids looked at each other for a moment, talking. I wondered what they were talking about. Maybe they were talking about cake, or school, or how old they thought they were. I had no clue what they were saying, until I realized they had started leaning closer to each other. I sucked in a deep breath, not wanting to let it go. They kissed each other for a brief moment, and time stopped. More memories rushed back to me in a blur. Another deep breath in. A sigh.

When they broke away, the boy was blushing deeply.

That could have been Kalvin.

I sat on the couch and started to cry as I looked at the poster of two familiar faces, tears blurring their faces, melting them away from my sight as I cried silently for help.