(Drew's POV)
Its been 3 days since mom and dad were--killed. So far I've been okay, I haven't cried since dad died in my arms. Nikola, on the other hand, is a completely different story. She cries at the smallest things which is kind of understandable but I can't imagine myself crying anymore. Nikola hasn't come downstairs since we got home and I don't think she's going too. So I thought that I would make her breakfast, nice younger brother right? I grab onto the refrigerator handle and am greeted by a flashback in black and white. Its quick, and all it is is just a hand wearing a silver bracelet opening the refrigerator. I know better though, it was mom. It was one of the mornings I had watched her make breakfast. I shook off the image and grabbed some eggs, milk, cheese, and red peppers.
I grabbed a board and started cutting up the peppers and then I took out a frying pan and went to heat it on the stove when I was greeted with another flashback. It was a different pair of hands pouring batter into the pan and then making pancakes. I let go of the handle, backed away and then sunk to the floor, this one caused a pain far worse than the other one. It was my dad... My dad was making us pancakes one day. Hands shaking, I got up and sauteed the peppers and then cracked some eggs into the pan, dumped the cheese in and let it cook. Voila! One omelette coming up! I put the glass of orange juice and the plate onto a tray and carried it up stairs to my sister. As I climbed the stairs, I noticed that my arms hurt
They should, I buried my own parents with these arms, my soul told me.
"Nikola?" I knocked on her door. She didn't reply so I just went in, but she wasn't there.
I set the tray on her desk, "Where the-?"
Oh, I know. I stormed out of her room and across the 2nd floor to my parents room.
You have no right going in here, my mind whispered.
I know, I replied.
I push open the double doors and am greeted by a room full of light. It bounces off the white walls and plush white comforter.
I see my dads green bath robe sticking out from under the covers.
"Da-d?" I whisper my voice cracking.
Slowly, I step across the boundary to their room and over to my mom's side of the bed. Nikola's face peeks out from the depths of the covers and dads robe.
"What the fuck are you doing?!" I shout at her.
She didn't respond, her eyes remained still, un-moving, un-blinking.
She was on mom's side of the bed, and she was wearing dad's robe.
"Nikola!"
"Please don't curse. Aren't we cursed enough that mom and dad are gone? I don't need for you to keep adding to this." She replies in a monotone.
I can tell that she has been awake since we got home, even though she doesn't look bad or like she hasn't slept, I can tell.
"I made you breakfast. Its on the desk in your room."
"Before you go, can you please check on Crash -er- Rhoan? Make sure he's okay?"
I don't even look at her as I walk out of the room and reply, "'Please' didn't keep mom and dad alive."
I slam their door shut and walk back downstairs to clean up the kitchen.
In mid-cleaning, I peer through the kitchen doors to the couch in the living room.
"Hey! Nikola wanted me to make sure your okay and not in too much pain." I shout. I tried to clear away my parents dinner settings from a few nights ago but I couldn't do it...
