The Missing Children

Chapter 3:

"Leave me alone, Lucus! What did I do to you to deserve this?!" I cried, my tears flowing down my cheeks as I backed away from my brother. Lucus had a knife in his right hand and he was running his left finger along the blade of it.

"What you did? Do I even have to remind you?" He thundered, his voice echoing as he slowly walked towards me. "You ruined my life, Chris. When you came into this world, I was so excited to have a sibling but now, I regret everything I've said about you because all those things were the opposite of who you've become."

I was confused. Ruined his life? And things he said about me? I've got no clue what he is saying right now.

"What are you talking about?" I shouted, frightened that I couldn't go farther backward since there was a wall. I pressed myself up against it.

"What I'm talking about? Ha! You snaked on me! You had always had all the attention. You had all the best stuff and worst of all, you weren't mean nor defensive. When I tried teaching you moves, what did you do? You fell and cried and blamed me for hurting you. You did that so many times. How could you? I had faith in you. I had hope but now all that is gone and all I have for you is hatred young, Christopher Lupus. You are nothing to me no more"

I felt myself shiver. "Nothing?! But I'm your brother! We have the same blood!" I protested trying to make him see sense that I could be someone better but all I saw on Lucus' face was hatred.

"You fool! You are not my brother! Nor does blood count! All of us have blood but now all I'm interested is in the blood that has bravery, defence and rudeness! Not someone who is pathetic and weak as you. A snake that you are. And now, I'm going to finish you off, Christopher Lupus." I cried more. Why was weak and pathetic not important? I'm important! I'm a living thing for flip's sake! Though, my brother doesn't see it that way. Is this really the end for me? Is this how it'll all end? Dark, sadness and a broken heart? Not a happy ending for me? Is this hell already? I felt like dying was the only way to get rid of these situations but I know that suicidal isn't the case nor is it the answer. I've gotta fight the feeling off. Most importantly, I've got to show my brother that I can be much more than a pathetic weakling.

"I can be more than a weakling!" I shouted at him as he drew closer to me, his breath so close to me now. I shivered at the touch of it.

"I. Have. No." As he put the blade next to my neck, he said the last words. "Hope. For. YOU" As he expressed the word 'you', everything started going black immediately as I heard a rip so close to my ear...

I awoke. Sweating like hell. I placed my hand on the side of my neck. Nothing. I got up and went to the bathroom to the mirror. No mark. It was just a dream. Thank goodness. I smiled in relief. But could something like that really happen? Something so dark that could actually happen in reality? Were all those things true of what Lucus said? I didn't know if it would happen but all I'm glad is that tomorrow, I'll be going with Y/N to Birmingham and stay there. Hopefully forever. That is if she lets me or at least I'm older until I can get my own house and a job and possibly go to America without my brother knowing.