Wish on a Star

Chapter 3

Zerachiel~

"Dude, why are you always so sad and closed off from people?"

Zerachiel turned around to look at Damon, panicking for a second before maintaining his features and giving him a puzzled look. He had gotten good at hiding his emotions after doing it for so long.

"What do you mean, Damon?"
He asked politely.

Damon gave him a dark look.
"Don't lie to me, Zer. Why can't you just open up and tell me for once? I have been your friend for five years now, after all."

Zerachiel frowned.
"Why do you even want to know, Damon? What will you do with the information?"

Damon came close to him, his eyes still harbouring that dark look. Zerachiel suddenly felt dizzy.
"Just tell me Zerachiel. I won't harm you, you know."

Suddenly, Zerachiel felt his walls go down, and for some reason, he thought it was completely okay for Damon to know. He HAD been his friend for so long after all.

He sighed and motioned for Damon to sit down, as he crossed his legs and sat down as well.

Damon sat down and put his chin on his hand, looking at Zerachiel expectantly.

"I-uh... I used to have a twin brother."

He did not look towards Damon, but he could feel his gaze widening as he took in the words.

He swallowed and continued.
"Anyways, we were really close. His name was Ithuriel. We-we did everything together. He was only ten minutes older than me, but he always looked after me like he was my older brother.

His voice suddenly cracked, as he remembered, as much as he could, about Ithuriel. As he grew older, his memories about him grew fuzzier, and it scared the Hell out of him. He couldn't forget about him, he just couldn't.

A lone tear escaped his eyes as he looked everywhere except towards Damon.

"What happened to him?" He heard him ask.

He quickly wiped at his eyes and tried to control his breathing before continuing.

"I- we were coming back from the candy shop across the street of our old house. He held my hand as usual when we crossed the street. After reaching the other side, I realized I had dropped one of my candies. I ran over to the middle of the road and bent down to pick it up. When I straightened up, the-the truck came out of nowhere. I felt being pushed out of the way. When I looked in the truck's direction, he-he...."

This was when he completely broke down, his hands on his face as the bloody memory repeated itself in his head.

Ironic, he couldn't forget what he wanted to but forgot what he didn't. He was so afraid that very soon all memories of his brother would be coated in red. He couldn't remember his smile anymore, nor the way his eyes sparkled when he looked at him.

He had no pictures of him, no physical object to hold on to as a memory. Everything was gone along with his old home.

He didn't even know where he physically was at this point, the memories and fears consuming him, as they rolled down his cheeks in the form of tears.

After a while, he grew aware of the hand that was rubbing his back slowly and reassuringly. Again he felt that dizzy feeling, and in the state he was in, it almost made him pass out.

He started to feel angry, angry at everything, angry at the truck driver, angry at his brother, angry at his parents. He started to blame them for what happened. Yes, it was all their fault. They were responsible. He would make them pay.

If only he could have seen Damon then, the dark aura around him which was so thick even a blind person could have felt it.