Hey guys! I'm starting a new story! Yay! I LOVED the two hour season premiere of Falling Skies! Ben and Jimmy both got even HOTTER! XD Anyhow, I'm thinking about deleting the story I wrote about Ben's Twin sister, and just restarting with season two. My character is still going to be Ben's twin sister, but I'm changing her name to Brooke and just writing it starting with season two.
And I also listed the genre Romance because this will most likely turn out to be Brooke/Jimmy Romance. Hope you like it!
Chapter 1.
Brooke P.O.V.
"Hey Brooke, do you know where my skateboard is?"
I looked up from my Harry Potter book and at my little brother Matt, giving a small shrug.
"Sorry bud, I don't have a clue." I answered. The eight year old pouted and sat on the curb next to me. It was now dark outside and I was starting to get worried for Hal and Ben, my older brothers. Well, Hal is seventeen and Ben is my twin, older by 10 minutes, and we are now fifteen. Everyone else had returned from the mission, but not my brothers.
It's been three months since the attack in Boston and since my father was taken by the aliens. Many of our people where killed fighting to protect us, one hundred at the least.
Since then, Ben and I have learned to shoot guns and we go out on missions now. Well, Ben goes a lot, I just go every once in a while because I don't like leaving Matt alone. Ben and Hal have matured and stepped up more. I wish I could say the same, but I'm mostly just extra help on missions and Matt's babysitter. Don't get me wrong, I love my little brother with all my heart, but sometimes it's hard to look at him. Hard to look at any of my brothers in fact.
After my father was taken, I sunk into depression. I never wanted to talk to anyone, spent all my time crying, and lost a lot of wait because I hardly ate anything. One day I felt like I couldn't do it anymore, so I tried to take my life by slitting my wrists. Ben found me of course, and was able to get me to Doctor Anne Glass and Lourdes, who were able to stop the bleeding and save me.
I'm better now, but now I always wear wrist bands to hide the scars.
"DOCTOR GLASS!" I looked up and saw Hal and Ben running up the road. I did a double take when I saw they were dragging someone. Standing up, I stepped closer as everyone swarmed around them to help, Anne rushing to the front. As I looked closer, I gasped.
"Dad." I whispered. Matt heard me and rushed to my side. His eyes went wide and he grabbed onto my hand.
"Brooke! It's dad!" Matt shouted. I just nodded slowly and watched as they took dad up onto the medical bus.
"Come on Brooke!" Matt shouted, pulling me towards the bus and up the stairs.
"Dad!" He screamed as he let go off my hand and launched forwards. Hal caught him before he could reach dad, and held him back. I noticed Ben just staring at dad, looking shocked and guilty.
I felt my eyes water as I looked at my dads face, then down to the wound in his stomach. I felt like throwing up when blood flowed out of the wound as Anne turned him on his side. The last time I had seen that much flowing blood was when I slit my wrists. I heard Lourdes gently tell us to leave, and wasted no time. I ran down the steps and over to a clear patch of grass, where I bent over and emptied my stomach.
"That a girl, get it out." I heard Hal's soft voice. My eyes burned and I let the tears fall as Hal kneeled down next to me, holding my hair back and rubbing slow, calming circles on my back.
Once I finished emptying my stomach, I wiped my mouth on my sleeve and leaned back against Hal.
"It's ok Brookie, he'll be ok." Hal whispered encouragingly. I shook my head and pushed away from him.
I stood up and ran away from my brothers. I kept running until I reached the ten we all shared. I opened the flap and stepped inside the big 8 person tent. I zipped it closed and kneeled down next to my backpack. Opening it, I pulled out my old pink t-shirt and changed into it. Now wearing the pink shirt, blue jeans, white sneakers, my black wristbands and my mothers locket around my neck, I backed up to my small part of the tent and laid down and fell asleep.
"Brooke, wait up!" I stopped walking and turned to see a grinning Lourdes running up to me.
"Hey Lourdes, what's up?" I asked her. She stopped in front of me.
"Your dad's awake!" She told me happily. I froze and stared at her for a few seconds, before I felt a huge smile break out across my face. I didn't say anything else to her, just took off running in the direction of the medical bus.
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I reached the bus and stumbled up the stairs. I felt everyone's eyes on me, but I only looked at my dad.
"There's my girl." He smiled at me. Tears leaked down my face as I slowly got closer. Hal backed up and gave me room to stand next to the bed. Dad held out his hand to take. I stared at it, hoping this wasn't just some dream I would wake up from. Slowly, I reached out and took his hand. He squeezed my hand and I blinked.
"You are here." I whispered. He brought my hand closer and kissed it lightly. I smiled through my tears and squeezed his hand.
"Welcome back daddy."