Where Fans Go To Die

Cole

Avia steps off the train behind me, covering my eyes as she shakes of happiness. "Avia, just take out hand away." I mumble to her, not that she will it anything.

"No way, Cole!" She jumps and pushes me to walk, "you're gonna have to wait, ya know!"

"Well, you didn't wait." I respond, bored.

"To bad."

She walks forward to and takes her hand away. My eyes burn from the flashing lights, the racing cars and the tall black towers, leaning over us. "This is it, huh?" I grab her hand, looking into the "sky" which isn't actually real.

"AYVEEE!!" A little girl screamed, her hand waving to Avia.

"Charlie!" She bent down, they hugged, Avia combed through her short curly blonde hair, smiling, tears trickling down her cheeks. "I miss you." She said, I stood there, whistle and looking away, my hands in my pockets.

"Ms. Grey and Mr. Wilson," I familiar voice said, I swivel around to find the guard who tried to get with Avia. "You're rooms are in Gracefield Apartments, across the street.

My fists clench and I tackle him. "Look, leave us alone already!" I shout, madly, "why are you even here?"

"Cole! Get up, you don't want to cause anymore trouble!" Avia says sternly, pulling me up. We walk to the rooms and check in. Floor 3, rooms 10 and 11. "He's probably here to patrol, make sure there's no mischief." I sigh as we walk up, her little sister clinging on to her side. "Well, here we are, I'll see you later, I guess. Right?" I nod and walk into my room, set the bag down and plop onto the bed.

It has been the greatest year of my life, and I'm still not happy with myself. I pull my laptop out and look in the photos. I don't have much, but family photos. A picture of a little girl pops up and I almost burst with tears. Dani, my little sister. The image pops back up, Dani, on the ground with blood, everywhere, her expression is happiness, but her eyes are sad. My younger sister was 12, also abused, just not as much, it's just because I wanted to defend her. Dani commit suicide on November 17th, my birthday.

My fists clench again as I bang on a wall, crying. I can't believe she left me to die, but she left me so I wouldn't suffer the pain. It's hard to remember which one it was. That day when she died, my mom didn't let us have a funeral, she just tossed the body out on the neighbor's gars age, which caused them to get arrested.

"Mom! She deserves to be buried with the other dead!" I scream at her as she walks down the hall.

"She is getting buried, Cole! Dani is getting buried!" She screamed back.

"Oh really now!" She violently turned around as I said it. "You threw- you threw her corpse out- in a dumpster!"

"Yes, Cole. I did. She's getting buried with her kind. She's trash, you're trash. Dani is getting buried with trash!"

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"COLE!" Avia banged on the door, she must of heard me suffering. I sit on the ground, in a ball, crying, I'm so wimpy. I ignore her and cry, just cry. I want to die. I want to talk to her. I want to see her. I miss her too, I really do. There are so many secrets you can keep from the world, so many that can never be told to the ones you've loved until you've regret it. I finally make my choice, I use the wall as support and turn the knob, the door flinging open. "Cole!" She clasped onto me, crying into my chest. I don't move, or talk. Just stand there. "I thought you died, I was just about to call Suzzie over!"

"Avia..." I say, calming, my voice cracking. "I need to tell you something." We sit down on my bed with Charlie and I tell them about Dani, her life story from age 1 month to 12 years. I finish and sigh, "I wish there was a way to bring the dead back to life." I mumble to myself and rub my eye, yawning.