the last of her kind

Chapter 7

^The song above is Brother by Kodaline. The song sort of reflects Rose's and Will's relationship.

That was the last time I saw Alex. Will and I spent two years without him, and we'll go many more years without him. I was guarded and quiet. I didn't really let anyone in. The only person I ever really spoke to was Will. I was shut-off, emotionless, except for the ones I showed Will- but even then, sometimes they were fake. You must think me pathetic, think what you want. My heart was broken, turned into ashes, no way of putting it back together; I had no idea how to handle the burning pressure rising inside me and the agonising pain of love.

That how two years went past. Birthdays, Celebration for being here for five years now, for six years, Christmas', New Year's Days, everything felt dull without him. I didn't know how to enjoy life without him because he was the one who taught me what fun was. Without him I'm like a fish out of water, and my only source of water is Will. Has my little brother not been with me, I think I would have given up already, I wouldn't have made it to this day.

He left my days without colour and my nights darker than ever, my only guide is Will's bright golden eyes. His eyes which burn into an umber colour sometimes when he's angry. A dark hazel when he's sad, a light gold when he's happy. His smile brings temporary colour blasts into my world, but when I'm alone without him that's when I can't see. I left blind, gasping and grasping for anything, for a little help, however it never comes. He's gone and he's left me choking and broken.

I don't know what to do without him. I turned to God. He ignored me too. What did I do to deserve this? WHAT DID I DO TO HAVE EVERYTHING TAKEN AWAY FROM ME? First mommy and then Alex, he won't hesitate to take Will either. He also took away the father I never had, I wanted that, and he took it away from me before I could even taste it.

Isn't God supposed to help those in need? Isn't He supposed to help His loyal subjects? Is He supposed to bring suffering to His creation? I don't think He does all these things, because all He brought to me was pain.

I hate Him. He took away all those precious to me, and He left me with nothing. I'd rather believe in the devil than him. All God can do is bring agony, fear and apprehension. Why do people believe in him?

***

"Wake up! Hey Rose, wake up! It's time to eat. I'm hungry." Someone was shaking me. I can't tell whether it's the usual culprits Will and Alya, or Elise- one of the carers in the orphanage. I didn't really care because I was asleep. I did not want to wake up. I was so engrossed in making sure that sleep stayed with me that I didn't realised that I had hit the person trying to wake me up.

Now it sounded like Will. He was crying and I no longer felt tried. I jumped out of bed and ran to him. He fell quite the distance away from my bed. I must have hit him really hard. I keep forgetting that he's eight and that I go to the gym and participate in many sports. I forget that most people in this orphanage don't push themselves to be busy, to be stronger than others. I forget that while I may be doing this to be better than my father- despite him being long gone- others haven't, maybe they have and don't know how to fight their demons. I forget, and I despise that.

"I'm sorry Will. I didn't realise it was you. I'm so sorry. Show me where you got hurt,"

He rolled up his jeans and pointed to the place he got hurt. He looked at me with tears in his, but he wouldn't let them fall. He doesn't like being weak. "It is hurting here. It doesn't hurt heaps, but it still hurts," 'Heaps' a word he caught on from Alya, his best friend.

It was a small ugly gash, but it wouldn't leave a scar. His soft, sensitive skin never scarred. He once fell in the park, off one of the orphanage's bikes and he grazed it bad. However, once the injury healed it was back to normal, as though it was never there in the first place.

"It should be fine. You'll be able to walk," I teased because he liked to pretend, he couldn't work whenever he hurt his leg. "I'll go get you a dinosaur plaster from the first aid kit. Is that okay? Also, because I hurt you, I'll make you pancakes,"

"Yay!" His frown turned into a big grin. It was blinding.

I walked out of the room with turmoil and shame on my mind. That was the first time I had hurt him, accidentally. I need to get a hold on myself. I need to control the anger in me.

However, what I need now is to find the first aid kit for a dinosaur plaster.

***

I can't find the first aid kit, and I can't see any of the carers in sight. I would shout for them, but there may children sleeping. Guess I'm going on a hunt, after breakfast because now I'm hungry.

"You're going have to wait for your dinosaur plaster, I can't find the first aid kit. Come here. I'm making pancakes," I called back to Will.

1...2...3, and there is no reply? Will loves pancakes, it's one of his favourite foods. He would have replied and even came running if he didn't hurt his leg.

"Will! If you don't reply to me or even come out now, I will not give you pancakes and keep them for myself and eat them all! I'm going to count down from 5."

"1..."

"2..."

I was getting worried. This isn't like Will. He would have been here before I even said 1.

"3... Will! I'm not joking, come here now," I sounded anxious, I don't think I've ever felt like this before. It feels unnatural.

"4..." I haven't felt this way ever since those days. The days I waited for daddy to give assignments. My mind clouds over. What was I thinking? Ah, Will.

"I'm really close to five. You will regret it if you don't come out now. This is your last warning. Will," My voice a mixture of perturbed and exasperated. I didn't have times for his games. What if something happened to him?

"Five! I'm coming in now."