All of Me

All of Me ~ Luke Hemmings ~ Two

"Well, that could have been a serious disaster." Michael says, once we were alone in the confines of our bedroom. He takes off his shirt and jeans and collapses on the bed. I screech and cover my eyes, signalling I saw more of my brother than I needed too. He chuckles and throws himself under the blankets. I walk over to my dresser and pull out the small remainder of clothes I left over just for whenever we had breaks and I came back home. I take out plaid pajama pants and a black tank top, walking to the bathroom, to change. Unlike my idiot brother who just got naked anywhere. I quickly got dressed and brushed my teeth, I left my hair be, too lazy to deal with it. I look at myself in the mirror, where eyeliner was smudged under my tired red eyes, my lips were even more cracked than the day of the funeral, I run my tongue over them, slight relief washing over the sore skin. My complexion was startlingly pale, even though it was almost winter time, I never liked tanning, it never suited me, but this was pale, even for me. I sigh and tell myself that I'm going to get a good sleep tonight, to try and fix the bags under my eyes. Tomorrow was my last day before leaving for tour with Michael, and I was going to make the most of it. I had already called Sandy to tell her that I was officially going, after weeks of Michael trying to convince me, she said she was going to miss me, but was happy that I was going to actually do something productive for once. I decided that I had enough with staring at myself and my ugly body. I hated how my body looked, I hated the scars that coated my left arm and thighs, I hated the way my thighs touched and the way my stomach wasn't smooth or flat, and I hated the number that appeared whenever I stepped on the scale. I sigh and make my way out of the bathroom, and cross the hall into my room. The light was off and I could hear Michael's faint snores as I climbed up on my bunk, and I told myself I wouldn't cry.
Although, I told myself that every night. And as soon as I started thinking abut my parents, I started crying. I cried thinking about the way they were so happy, I cried remembering how much we were a family, supporting and caring for each other. But I cried remembering how much they loved each other and they loved life, just being happy together. How come the people who don't deserve to die, are always the ones to die. I just didn't understand.
By the time I had calmed down, it was three. So much for getting some sleep. I rolled over and pulled the blankets over my head in attempt to fall asleep.

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I stood next to Michael as he began to board the giant tour bus with Ashton, Calum, and Luke. I turned back to look at my grandparents and Delah who was crying, I felt myself tear up just watching her, but I held back my tears and squatted on the ground, opening my arms and signalling her to come give me a hug. She instantly ran into my arms and cried, I buried my face in her neck and cried silently whispering how much I loved her and that I'd be back soon. I didn't pull away until I regained myself, and made sure there were no evidence of tears. I looked at her, and smiled sadly at her.
"Hey, don't cry baby. I'll be back before you know it." She nodded and wiped her still crying eyes, her bottom lip jutting out in a pout.
"Let's play a game, a game that you can play even when I'm not here okay?" I suggest, still whispering. She smile and stops crying, her eyes still damp though.
"Game?" She squeaks, I chuckle slightly and nod.
"Yes, and you have to win okay? If you win, I'll come back with..." I quickly thought of something that would intrigue her enough. "I'll come back with a giant chocolate bar." How hard would that be to find? I think, then mentally shrug. Her eyes widen and her jaw drops, and she lets out a little baby gasp.
"Chocolate." She growls in a low voice, obviously getting excited. I laugh slightly in amusement.
"Yes, a lot of chocolate. But, you have to learn to say..." I quickly thought of something that would keep her occupied for six months.
"Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious," I smirk, and my sister stares at me. Then tries to say it, but stumbles over her own tongue and ends up coughing. I chuckle and pull her in for another hug.
"I love you baby girl." I whisper, holding her tightly enough I hear her gasp a little, I awkwardly let her go and kiss her forehead before watching as she runs off to my grandparents, excitedly telling them about our game and her chocolate. I smile slightly and wave goodbye before stepping onto the bus, ready to start the next six months of my life.