(Does the name sound familiar to some of you? Does it? For those who have read the ending of Book 3 in the Ask/Dare series know that I used this title for Alex's end (death.) The title has come back but for someone else. More specifically, Jackie. Alex's twin brother. I will be making references to things in the book series so keep an eye on that. This is the first part of the story. There will be another part soon.)
[Jackie's P.O.V.]
When Alex and I were about six years old, our parents got divorced. We didn't understand it at first, we were little after all. We only knew that out parents weren't going to live with each other because of problems they had. Problems that couldn't be solved. Later on, we were separated from one another. Mom took Alex while Dad took me. We still went to the same school for a bit until Dad sent me to another school. We weren't allowed to see or talk to one another for some reason. The only way we could keep in touch was by sending letters to each other. How we managed to send the letters to each other without getting caught was surprising but it happened.
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(December 26th, 2012) [When he received it]
Dear Jackie,
Merry late Christmas. Things have been okay with mom and I'm fine. Also, will you stop calling me Baby Brother? Like, ever? Just because I'm younger by two minutes doesn't mean you can call me Baby Brother. I sent you a stuffed giraffe for Christmas. You should receive it along with this letter. I don't know why you sent me a plushie. Don't you think we're too old for this? We are seven. I don't like this kind of stuff like you do. I'm not childish but I guess it's a nice gesture, so thanks. I doubt we'll ever see each other again but who knows. Anything could happen.
Love, Alex
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I laughed.
"I'm never going to stop calling you Baby Brother. Never."
I look over to the present that Alex sent me. Just like he said, it was a stuffed giraffe. I immediately hugged it when I took it out the box.
"I'm going to call you Giraffy. Hello Giraffy."
I put Giraffy on my bed beside the other plushies that I had. I wish we can see each other. I'm not sure why mom and dad won't let us.
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(February 19th, 2013)
Dear Jackie,
You're still calling me Baby Brother, huh? You really aren't planning to stop. Anyways, to answer your question... School sucks. I hate it. I don't want to go. I hate just about everyone there. Just about everyone hates me. Everyone is so...so... I don't have many friends. I only have a few. Hopefully school is better for you. It's hell over here. And no. Before you ask, I'm not getting bullied.
Love, Alex
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Mad. I was mad. People are bullying him. I just know it. He denies it but I know better. I wish I can give those bullies a piece of my mind! Nobody hurts my brother. Nobody! I'm very overprotective. Can you blame me? I want to hug him. Hug him and tell him it'll be alright but I can't. I just can't.
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(May 22nd, 2013)
Dear Jackie,
I got out for summer break a few days ago. Normally I'd hate summer break but for once, I'm glad to be on summer break. I have a question for you. How do smile? How do you laugh? No, I'm not depressed if that's what you're wondering. It's just...been a while since I've last felt anything... positive... Hopefully we'll see eachother now that we're on summer break. I miss you. I really do.
Love, Alex
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I didn't know how to react. He's depressed. Whatever happened at his school. Whatever those bullies did to him made him depressed. My emotions were just as confused as I was. I was angry but I was sad. I wanted to kill but I wanted to cry at the same time. I was lost.
"Alex..."
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(August 5th, 2013)
School's about to start and I'm not excited. It's a shame we couldn't see each other during summer break. I've already told you before and I'll say it again. I'm fine! I'm not depressed or anything. Just having a hard time being happy. Has your summer break ended yet? I'm curious.
Love, Alex
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He says he's fine but I know he's lying. I'm not sure whether he's lying to me...or himself.
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(October 14th, 2013)
Dear Jackie,
Happy (possibly late) Birthday Big Brother. I can't believe I did that. It's weird. I'm never doing again Jackie so don't bother asking. We are now eight years old. I sent you a present. Not sure you'll like it but, eh. I saw it and thought this was something you would like.
Love, Alex
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I was so happy when he wrote Big Brother. He finally called me Big Brother. Yay! I looked over to the present that he sent me. It was a building kit.
"You know me so well Alex. You know me so well."
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It was one day in November when dad got the letter. A letter that Alex sent to me. It was over I thought. He caught us. I knew he was going to be mad but I didn't expect him to be so mad. He yelled and destroyed stuff in the house.
"Just for sending a letter? Man, something is wrong with you."
Just as I was going to go talk to our dad to explain the situation I saw something unbelievable. He turned. He turned into a demon. I couldn't believe it. He was a demon. I think I understood why mom and dad got divorced. I knew they had problems in the relationship. They were falling out but I think this was the main reason they got divorced. Mom and I were Christians. We believed in god and heaven and all that other stuff. Alex is atheist. He never believed in this kind of stuff at all. Dad said he was Christian but it seems as he was lying. What else was he lying about? I was going to go and head to my room but he saw me. Dad saw me. He knew what I had seen.
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Jackie..."
"..."
"I see you Jackie."
"..."
"Come here."
I didn't go to him. I ran to my room and locked the door. I knew what he was going to do. I grabbed paper and pencil and wrote what could be my last letter to Alex. Just as I was finishing up, dad broke in.
"Jackie..."
I didn't respond. I was terrified. I noticed he had a pitchfork in his hand.
"Dad..."
I grabbed a bottle of holy water that I had and opened it. Just before I had the chance to pour it on him he stabbed me.
"D-Dad... W-Why..."
He didn't respond. He took the pitchfork out of me. He smiled. He wasn't the same person I knew. He was someone else. Someone completely different.
Before he had the chance to stab me again I poured the holy water over him. It both harmed him and stunned him.
I ran out the house with the letter in hand. I just had to get to the dropbox and put the letter there.
I ran and I ran and I ran and I ran. I was losing conscious. I was dying.
I got to the dropbox but so did dad. He got the finishing blow on me by stabbing my right were my heart would be.
"A-Alex... I... love you... I wuv you..."
I barely managed to push the letter through the slot before taking my last breath.
(The end. Did you enjoy the bedtime story? I'll be doing Taylor's explanation and part two soon. Until then, goodbye!)
