We Met ~Prequel~

Chapter 25- Last Breath in my Arms

Nacyla's POV:

      "I'm home!" I yelled walking into my house. "No one cares god!" I heard someone yell.

  'What the? Who could that be? It sounds familiar but yet it doesn't' I thought to myself. I walked into the living room which the voice came from and I seen Dante.

  "Hey did you say something when I walked in?" I asked him.

    "Oh my god stop asking me questions you're so annoying" Dante said rolling his black eyes. It kind of left me in shock and it hurt a little.

  "Hey you okay?" I asked.

   I was worried for him he didn't have any medical trouble maybe his part time job is getting to him?
  
   "Oh my god leave me alone you're so annoying ugh" He said tipping head back on the edge of the couch.

   I kind of starting to get a little mad at him. "Hey there is no need to be mean I did nothing to you!" I snapped at him.

   "That is bullshit! You always bother me and always ask me to help you with things! You just need to leave me alone!" He said with a louder tone.
  
That was it, I was now really pissed at him.

   "What the hell?! You never said that I was bothering you in any point in your life! And if I was you would tell me to give you some space for a while!" I yelled with an even more louder tone.

    "God I hate you! You are such an annoying little brat! I wish you were never born!!" Dante yelled right back at me.

  He then got up and went out the door. 'That isn't the Dante I know' I thought to myself. After I heard the door shut I quickly followed after him.

  When I ran out the door to find him I seen Dante crossing the street looking down. I then looked over a bit and seen a car coming at a quick speed. I couldn't move I tried to speak but I couldn't until the car got closer.

   "Dante look out!!" I shouted loud enough for the next block away to here.

  He then looked over and then like a flash he got hit.

   "No!!!" I screamed running towards him.

    And the car never stopped it just kept going. When I got up to his body it looked like all the life just drained straight out of him.

  "No!! Dante wake up!!! Someone please help!!!" I cried kneeling at my brothers body.

  He was breathing ever so faintly.

   "Dante please don't leave me" I cried into his chest.

   "I love you and I'm sorry for what I said...please don't blame this on yourself...this...this was my fault...but just remember I will always be in your heart and always be by your side when your down..." Dante said ever so quietly.

   But then just like a candle his life went out like a flame.

  "Dante?! Dante! Wake up please I need you please don't leave me!!" I cried until my stomach hurt.

     The next few weeks were horrible. I basically spent most of my time crying nonstop until tears couldn't no longer fall.

  About a few days after he died we had to go to his funeral. My parents and I were nonstop tears. Ari came for the funeral but had to leave the next day.

    Right now I was sitting in my room recalling what had happened in the past few weeks. First my best friend leaves me and then my brother. Who next? My mom? My dad? I sit there huddled against my knees.

  A small voice echo's in the back of my mind, 'Your worthless!' 'It should have been you!' 'Kill yourself!'. The last one really stuck. 'Maybe I...no! Dante would be ashamed' I told myself. I sighed got up and grabbed my computer.

  I lay on my bed criss crossed with my computer on my lap opened. I have gotten thousands of notifications from family telling me sorry about Dante.

  I sighed and just decided to close my laptop so I didn't have to look at all the pity. I set my laptop back on the desk and flop backwards on my bed. 'Worst few weeks ever' I thought to myself.

Once again depressing chapter👍but I hope you all enjoyed! Remember to,

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