Lost Kids (a.i.)

twenty one

"she was half insane anyways."

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I felt guilty for leaving the group and Wendy, on the one day she could actually be free. I kept telling myself it was fine, I would see them before the clock struck midnight. It wasn't helping much, but knew this would be important.

As I jogged to the fence of the house, I could see a guy around my age, maybe older, sitting on the steps of the house. His hair was pitch black and skin pale covered in freckles. Noticing me, he jumped up, greeting me at my fence.

"Thank God you're here." He breaths anxiously. His hands shaking, I am taller than him barely, just like Wendy. I give him a look, still very unsure of why he was here. "I'm John Jefferson and by the law you should know my sister died in your home three years ago. I just-just need a moment in the house, please? Today is three years since she passed."

"I know." I state, completely forgetting that Wendy might want to hide her secret from her brother.

"What?" Now he's the one giving me a puzzled look, I lead him into the house, but I'm sure he knows the way.

"Oh- uh, I'm aware a girl died here." I cover up awkwardly. I was a no good liar for sure.

"Oh, yeah. It is the law they tell you." John tells me again, brushing his hands on the walls as if remembering the times in this house.

"So what happened to your sister?" I sigh, hearing this story yet another time.

"Died of a strange disease, that's what the doctors said. Too late for the cure. She was young, I miss her dearly." I can hear his voice crack at the end. Being a brother myself, I could never imagine losing one of my siblings. It had to be horribly traumatizing, I understand grandparents, but a sister or brother would ruin me. Family was the best creation there was and for it to be broken is the worst.

"I'm so sorry for your loss."

"It's fine, she was half insane anyways, she'd die with or without the cure." He chuckles to himself, heading over to the music room to exam the walls she had imprinted in with sketches.

"Pardon?" I burst, I couldn't believe what he had said about his dear sister.

"She was basically insane. Very fidgety and shaky, poor thing got frightened by the slightest noise. She was always mumble weird things, the anxiety and dyslexia didn't help either. Wendy was a complete mess, especially towards the end. She would have killed herself if she lived, she hated the things she had lived with." The dark haired lad explains, I was astonished yet it made a lot of sense. Wendy was skittish and many of her movements or words had no real understanding to us. At first I believed it was an American thing, but now everything was being uncovered.

Just on cue, the three other lads and Wendy herself stubble through the door, full of laughter. Instantly the brunette girl freezes, her eyes lock with John's.

"Wendy?" His voice raspy, an unbelievable look on his face, he's completely frozen. "Wendy." He runs to her, bracing her in a hug. Her arms wrap around her little brother, never wanting to let go of him again."Wendy, I don't know how you're here, but I missed you so damn much."

"You little rascal, I did too." Her green eyes already filled with more tears.

"I though you were dead, how-w?" He let's go of the hug, but keeps his hand on her shoulder, starring into her eyes intensely. Trying to decide if it was all real.

"I am dead, I'm just-t like a g-ghost. Now you have to tell me about all the other family! How's Mark? And mom and dad? Are y'all living in Michigan?" Ghost girl begins to ramble, like she always does, her hand attached to a piece of hair she twirls anxiously.