Flashback, of "Hate", in his p.o.v
"Mom, dad, can we go to the circus, we've never been?" I pleaded
"We can't, it's cold." My little brother nagged.
"It's not that cold." I muttered.
"Your brothers right. It's way too cold for that. It's snowing 2 feet out there." My mom retaliated my idea.
"Please, please, please." I cried.
"I'm trying to drive, calm down." My dad said annoyed.
"But I want to go to the CIRCUS!" I screamed.
My dad cocked his head around to me,
"Stop screaming. Now!" When his sentence finished I saw bright lights from my brothers side of the car.
The car crashed into us. My brother flew to my lap, his head bleeding heavily. The top crushed in, almost all the way,
I knew he was dead. I checked his pulse, none the less, I was right, nothing.
His chest stay still, his eyes about half way open. His lips were parted, and busted.
I felt the tears roll down my face before I could even comprehend that this was real.
All I knew is that this was my fault.
He was only four, I'm seven I lived longer. Why him?
My mom was screaming but I ignores what she was saying. All i heard was loud sounds and sobs.
I didn't even know what happened to me. But I started screaming as loud as possible, ignoring everything my mom and dad did to calm me down.
I refused to believe he died, that is a stage of grief, though.
Denial.
"He's not, he's not." I cried, "he's just asleep. Wake up, wake up."
"He's not sleeping, calm down. It's okay."
"YES, HE, IS!" I spoke in between sobs.
"No, no he isn't, please understand." Mom tried soothing me.
My dad got out of the car to yell at the other driver.
My brother was still on my lap. His blood covered my pants.
His face turned pail, from blood loss. He was also very cold.
End of Flashback,
"Hate's" p.o.v
I explain this to "Love" and she seems like a whole new person.
"Really? I'm sorry I didn't even know." She questioned.
"it's okay, I didnt want you to." I answered.
"I thought you said you only thought you had a brother, though."
"I did have one, I said I didn't though. It was like I just saw pretend ones, like you did to your dad."
"Oh, well I am sorry." She said concerned
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Hate & love
RomanceA schizophrenic love story. It's about the people who hear voices and try to overcome their challenges. There story can be tragic at parts but also romantic and heartwarming. "hate" is a loving and insane boy. "love" is also loving and insane. "Love...
