The Virus

Chapter 5 (WARNING: CRY ALERT)

I cried when I wrote this chapter XD maybe it was because of the music? The whole chapter is important though, and you should read it. :)

Laughter. Strange, fulfilling laughter. Bubbliness swimming. The scene opened on a pool, our pool. The sun was beaming down, and the laughter wrapped around every corner. My vision swelled. Tears splashing in my eyes as Issi splashed in the water. "Come on Estelle!" She squealed, splashing herself. Despite my theory of what would happen, I climbed in.

"Hey Issi, wow, it's pretty cold in here," Issi just laughed. I wanted to stay with my mom, I knew what was going to happen, this memory somehow appeared in my dreams. It's like I'm watching a movie for the second time, a movie I starred in. A tragedy.

We laughed for a while, but I kept my memory in the back of my head. Still smiling for Issi. After this our whole family would fall apart. It was only two years ago that it had happened, but it seemed we were still split. Isolation taking over us.

I let the happiness soak over me like a wave, and let the real waves, though small, flood my memories with hope.

But I still knew what was coming.

It wasn't long before the screams took place.

"Mom!" I quickly ran out of the pool, droplets shadowing after me. "Mom where are-" Camber ran outside.

"Estelle, it's fine, stay out here, if you go in her room you'll catch it too. Don't leave the backyard." he said to me, trying to hold me back.

Water made a soft dripping noise on the patio. "No!" I screeched. "I need to see her. Please Camber! I-I need to!"

"Estelle if you go in there you'll get the virus." he said. Issi was now out of the pool, water dripping down her legs, tears dripping from her cheeks.

"You mean...mom got the virus?" She asked, terrified.

Her eyes widened. She had been in the same scenario I had been in. Neither of us remembered the last words she spoke to us. I just needed to hear her voice again, it didn't matter if I died. I wouldn't care. I wanted her to hum the lullaby she had sang to me on many stormy nights, I wanted to hold it in my mind forever.

Now when I tried to recite the words and mimic the notes, it was all a blur. A blur of tears that formed in my soul, spilling out through my eyes.

"Please! Just let me hear her voice!" I begged.

"No way, Estelle I don't want to lose another person in this family." Camber held my arms tightly, restraining me, but I tried to fight back, I kicked in front of me, I screamed, I wanted to hear my moms voice. I wanted to remember her last words.

She had been turned inside out that night, and all we could do was sit outside and listen to her screams, her pleads of help, her prayers, her suffering. I would do anything to go back in time and change what had happened to her. Anything.

The next day, the TESTERS removed her corpse from her room, and we just sat there, watching them take our mother away. But she wasn't just the person who had brought us into this world, she was our teacher, our provider, our helper, our leader. Whenever anyone needed a smile, or a shoulder to cry on...she was there, and now, at the time we needed her most, she was lost in the wide range of the sky. We would never see her face again, never hear her words again, I would never hear her lullaby...ever again.

I kept stretching my mind, trying to figure out what it was she had said to me last, and trying to figure out her sweet song. On that day it had been almost a week since I had talked to her, and I hadn't seen her in more than a week. She hid behind her room the last two weeks of her life, just mumbling words.

What had she said? I tried to remember.

My eyes opened, revealing Lorcans silhouette, devoured by flames. He was awake, and staring into the fire. Water flooded in his eyes. Like water like fire. He wiped his eyes and turned to look at me. I didn't pretend to be asleep. Tears streamed down my face.

We just looked at each other, the silence growing immensely. He bit his inner lower lip and retrieved his gaze back to the fire.

"I get that you don't want to talk." he said. "But you're not the only one that has problems, maybe you should stop acting like it."

I ignored his comment, closing my eyes.

"Good night Elsie." He said bitterly. "At least people learn to say that to you. People learn to say 'good morning.' they learn to say 'how are you.' I've never been told those things. Okay? So you don't have the worst life position. That spot is saved for someone-" He sniffed. "Someone whos friends and family don't even say three simple words to him."

"What are those words?" I finally asked.

He sighed. "I..." it took him a lot of courage. "Love...you" he stopped, looking into the fire. "At least people say that to you." 

Hope you enjoyed!!!!
~Demon