~Chapter 7~
The sunlight from outside woke me up. I looked at my clock and it read "10:45". I looked to the sides of me and saw that Sebastian & Madeline were gone, they must of woke up early and left. I step out of my bed and walk into my mom's room to see if she's okay. I don't see her, but I do see a note on her bedside table. It reads: "Belle, I thought you were gonna come in here and check on me. I went to work, since it's just the two of us now, I can't afford to miss a day of work. You have school today, but you don't have to go if you don't want to, because of the night you've been through. But, please get yourself something to eat downstairs. I'll be home at 5:30 tonight. Love you!" This note made me cry. 'Just the two of us'? I went downstairs, wiping my tears along the way, and went into the kitchen to make some cereal. Suddenly I hear a knock on the door. I put the cereal box down on the counter and go see who it is. I open the door slowly. I can't believe my eyes!
"JEREMY?!?!" I scream with joy.
"Hey Bells," he smiles and kneels down to hug me. He throws his bags inside the house.
"Oh Jeremy! These men told me and mommy last night that your tent was under attack! We were so worried. I thought you were dead, but thank God you're not!" I told him.
"Bells, the attack was -" suddenly Jeremy hunched over.
"JEREMY?!?! JEREMY?!?!!?" I screamed. I looked at my hand and it was full of blood. I look at Jeremy's back and saw 5 bullet shots. I didn't hear any gun shots.
"JJJJJEEERRRREEEMMYYY!!!!!!!!!!!! NOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!" I screamed!
Then I woke up to see the familiar green walls of my room. Was that a dream? I get out of my bed and walk into my mom's room to see her still sleeping. I shake her awake.
"Mom. Mommy?" I say still shaking her.
She rolls over and says, "Oh good morning, Bells"
"Mom you have to get up! You have to go to work! Wait! I have to go to school!" I say.
"Honey, Honey! Calm down! Today is Sunday, there is no work and no school," she tells me, "Go get something to eat," she says then turns over and goes back to sleep.
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While eating cereal, I kept thinking about the dream I had. It was so realistic. It was so sad. I learned in school, before, that people have dreams for reasons. What was the reason for that dream? To remind me that my best friend and brother is dead and never coming home?! I finish eating my breakfast and after putting everything away, I go up to my room and turn on my iMac. I go to Google and type in "Dreams and their meanings". I click on the first link and read what it has to say. It says that when I dream of someone I love dying it means that I lack a certain quality that the person I dreamt about embodies. This is pointless. I shut down my iMac, and go into Jeremy's room.
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My brother wasn't one of those brothers who would torment me, nor was he that kind of brother that would lock himself in his room and listen to music all day. He never smoked, drank, or did drugs. He was a good brother, possibly the best brother in the world! And for him to have to die, well that's unfair. I looked around his room and all the stuff that he didn't pack with him to war. I found his journal. My brother used to love to write, he wrote stories that he wouldn't let anyone read, not even me or my mom! My mom and I weren't even supposed to know about his "Writing Journal". We found out when my brother was at school and I was home sick with the flu. My mom was at work and I was home alone, bored out of my mind! So I ventured out of my room and looked around in Jeremy's room. I looked through all his stuff, his iPod, his MacBook, everything! When I was trying to pull out his middle school yearbook his journal fell out onto the ground in front of me. I opened it up and read all his stories. They were so good! I never knew, or thought, that he would be a good writer or a writer at all! I eventually fell asleep on his bed with the journal in my hands. When he came home from school he caught me in his room. Any other brother would wake me up and yell at me or hurt me. Not Jeremy. He picked me up and put me back in my bed, safe and sound, with his journal still in my hands.
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Please, Don't Go!
Teen Fiction13 year old girl, Isabelle, is best friends with her 19 year old brother, Jeremy. But when Jeremy has to go back to Iraq to fight in the war she is so upset and overwhelmed. Now that he left it’s just her and her mother because her father passed awa...
