Death. It is a word that haunts, leaves a residue on your tongue and paints a crimson canvas in your mind. I will remember the chill of this night forever, it was exactly 2.30 when i awoke to the sound of the weeping, a strange shriek, a hollow growl like an animal in pain dying. I peeled open the door of my bedroom, taking careful steps. Something was terribly wrong. My heartbeat was racing manically, my mouth already sandpaper dry, and the weeping was coming from the lounge. It sounded like a mans cry, my steps were heavy deep in the shadow. It was my older brother Taurus, instead of feeling relieved he was back home safe, i felt double the panic, the sadness, the fear. When i rounded the corner turning into his large scenic lounge, all my fears had come to light. Mother was still asleep i knew because her sleeping medicines took her far away, yet i was alert and this was no postcard scene. Ivy lane jerked and spasmed briefly before the breath finally faded from her limp frame, and there she lay on the floor of the lounge pale as a sheet, blank, limp,like some Shakesperian tragedy, gone. "I didnt mean too," he whispered his hands were trembling. The blood had soaked into his jeans and into his white T shirt the one he loved to wear for her so much, which hugged all his muscles and was a little tighter near the abs. In the shadow illuminescent against the light of the small neon ivory lamp, he rocked back and forth. I had seen him do this once when our Puppy died, and the day my father left. " What happened?" I croaked yet i knew already. His love had become obsession. Her voice had become his oxygen, if there was a line he had crossed it, and as the beaiutiful Ivy Lane floated and flirted her way through Town, her Midnight hair a flag in the wind i would tell myself to hold back, wasn't my concern not my business.Yet i knew about Taurus's moods, his tempers, and the switch that when clicked on, could become impossible to revert him back to the calm charismatic individual the world knew him to be. In these dark moods of Taurus things, terrible things just happened to innocent bystanders ."i was trying to talk." his voice was distant, His eyes were two black holes. "She wanted to leave, i just couldnt, i couldnt let her leave."
"We have to clean up," i said with more calm than i knew, " we have to make it look like she wasnt here on this day."
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November 4th
Teen FictionOlivia is an awkward teenage girl, with a secret. Sadly it's a secret she can't remember, and this memory loss is more than inconvenience. It is her freedom. The blackouts started at the age of twelve,now their getting much worse along with the epil...
