The Road So Far (Being Rewritten)

Chapter 1: Zander.

"Hows life" Mrs. Green my social worker asked. I nodded, "I'm not answering any of you're question". Mrs. Green cilcked her pen and started to wright. "It's been sixty days since you last seen me... You haven't spoke to me about anything since then" She mumbled. I rubbed my hands over my eyes and glared over to where she sat. "Let's talk about you". Mrs. Green picked up her pen again and started to wright some more on the paper she held on her clip board.

"What would you like to know". I cleared my throat, "Why do you take interest in my story" I asked her. She moved lightly in her chair, allowing her leg to slip out from under her black skirt. "Because Zander, you're special". I bit down on my bottom lip, "What is your real name... I've known you for almost a year, what is it" I asked. She put her pen cap over the pen, "My name is Rachel Green". I grabbed the pen and paper from her clip board and started to read the comments. Mr. Creed is ignoring the death. He doesn't have an interest in any activities I try. He seems to be getting slower, probably using drugs.

I smirked, once I read the bottom line. "You think I use drugs" I asked. "Most kids going through what you are would have started drugs, that is were half of the world starts... Being depressed" Rachel mumbled. I handed back the clip board, continuing to sit in silence.

"I'm not expecting you to open up to me, I just want you to feel something, have an outlet to go to". I slipped my hands in my pockets. I was 6'5'' and weighted a decent 295 pounds. Working out was a stress relever, but Most of the time I did it because my body and pack counted on it. "I still see him" I explained. I Could see the flash back begin to happen.

My brother Stephen standing in the middle of the house while it burned. My father lighting the house on fire with Stephen, And myself still inside. If it wasn't for my little sister September being held against her own will, I would have saved my brother sooner. September was just that, she was the whole month of September. A blue eyed, snow white hair, and her olive skin from the summer tan she had gotten from July still showing like it was freshly put there. My father held September by the head of her hair, putting a gun under her jaw. "Save you're brother you bastered, because she's all mine" he said as he grinded against my sister. I grabbed my knife from my boot. "Don't make me choose" I cried. My brother still trying to climb from the house. September smiled at me as she hide her tears. "It's okay" I assured her, "I'll come back for you".

I headed toward the house. The heat had grew within the hour. "Stephen" I yelled as I entered from the back door. I Could hear the floor boards pop and crack under my weight. "Stephen" I yelled again as I started up the stair case. "Zander, the fire is to hot" I heard Stephen yell as he backed away from the door. A loud crack enter the air. "Stay back from the door, I'm coming to get you Step". As I busted down the door, a ceiling board smashed down on top of my chest. "Stephen, don't worry... I'm coming" I whispered as I tried to pushed the weight off of my chest. Once I moved out from under the board, I Could see Stephen, he didn't look as if he was breathing. "Don't worry" I cried. If there was anyone I Could feel for, it would have been September and Step. As I carried Stephen out of the back door, I felt a whole shot through my heart. I looked down, seeing the blood spill from the wound. September screamed as if to scream 'Bloody murder'. Stephen gasped as we hit fresh air. "Zan, you crazy dick" Stephen mumbled. I tried to take in a deep breath, only to find the bullet stopping me from doing so. "Zander, what happened to you" Step asked. I grinned, "Something jumped up an bit me" I said still laughing.

I heard the gun click forward again, being reloaded. "Zander" September yelled as Dad pointed the gun back to me. I pushed up from the ground where Stephen layed. "If you're going to shot me, Then shot me" I yelled still looking down at Step. "Turn around boy" Dad ordered. I turned slowly. As the gun fired again, Stephen jumped in front of me. I watched as my father Spencer smacked the jamed gun against his hand. I threw the knife I pulled out of my boot earlier into Spencer's skull. He dropped to his knees. September ran to Stephen and I. "Step, come on. Look at me" I ordered. Stephen struggled to breath. The bullet was stuck in the right side of Stephen's lungs. "Take care of mom" Stephen commanded. I nodded, "Of course". September had a hold of Stephen hand. "But your only nine teen" September whispered to Stephen. He nodded, and with that, he died in my arms.