My Dad, My Ghost //DISCONTINUED//

Chapter 5 - Felix, where are you?

Author's Note (25/10/18) : So... today is my birthday and I had this chapter drafted a little while ago, and I thought I would post it now. It's been a while...

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My Dad, My Ghost: Chapter 5 - Felix, where are you?
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It's now 8:30 and my stupid little brother decides to run away!

Now what am I gonna do? I can't tell mom now, she looked so calm with Mark downstairs! I can't ruin that.

And I know I will probably regret this later, but I can't just leave a 12 year old outside by himself in the night.

So I get up to the window, and before I can change my mind, I throw one leg outside, then the other, so I'm just sitting on the window frame.

Deep breath... don't think... yeah you're crazy but hey, whatever!

"Shut up" I mutter to the inside voices. "I'm getting my brother back dead or alive. Although I would prefer him alive so I can kill him myself."

I turn to go from sitting on my butt to lying on my stomach. I try to get my feet on the closest knot, and start descending.

I've never been good at rope climbing, but my gym teacher seems to think we students are soldiers getting ready to fight a war, so obviously I had practice.

Every time someone wouldn't go high enough for him, which would be almost touching the gym ceiling, we all had to do 5 push-ups.

I'm thankful for all those sporty people who saved me a few push-ups.

I don't realize I've reached the end if the make-shift rope until my feet slip into nothingness. At first I think: "What the heck? Where's the rest of it?"

Then I realized there was only five inches for my feet to touch the ground, so I let go with my hands and fall on my feet.

After that, I totally did not lose my balance and end up on the ground. **cough cough**

Now that I'm out here, I have to think. Where would a twelve year old boy run away to?

No, my brother is not a normal boy. He's lost his dad at eleven. Old enough to understand what happened, but too young to suffer like that.

He would go to the park. That's where dad used to bring us every Friday for our weekly picnic.

That tradition has been there for as long as I can remember, because dad always got out of work earlier on Fridays.

He would pick us up from school, and we would all go to the park to eat and play for a while. It was like our peaceful time of the week. The only moment we would really relax.

After his death, mom didn't have much time or energy for stuff like this.

The park is only a block away from our house, so I can get there by walking.

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I see my brother sitting at our table, the one we used to sit at with dad every week.

I walk up to him quietly. If he noticed me, he didn't show. I just sat next to him without a word. He didn't even flinch, so he did notice me before.

"Hey buddy. Figured I'd find you here." I say, putting one arm around him and pulling him closer in a hug. Normally, he would've pushed me away, but right now he was apparently too upset. "You okay?"

He looks at me. "Yeah, I'm fine." He said 'fine' as if it was a dangerous word. As if that simple word could cause the world to crumble down in dust.