It was cold and dark. I was tired and I could feel my body start to ache. A warm and thick liquid was running down my face as a dark substance stained my blouse. I felt as though everything around me, in time had slowed down- I was disoriented but, at the same time, in disbelief. I found myself staring at my brother's lifeless and cold corpse, his body just laying there, on the ground. Motionless. A tall building, not more than one hundred feet from me, overshadowed the courtyard from which I stood. And as I stood there, with a mixture of fear and shock on my face and in my green, now lightless eyes, I couldn't help but think 'Was there something I could've done?'

My brother and I were always close, that is until he moved. When we were kids, he was always that big brother that would be protective and sometimes, just a bit too protective, but I didn't mind. With him I always felt safe, like nothing in the enitre world or universe could hurt me, he really was quite wonderful. He always had this way of making me smile, no matter how much of a bad mood I was in, at the moment, he always knew. Handsome too, Girls by the dozen always trying to make him theirs, but to him his little sister always came first. In my opinion that wasn't the way to go, all of the girls were flirty and bubbly, not really my style, so I never really liked any of them, to tell you the truth. That didn't really help him at all, but none the less he kept trying and showing my girl after girl, and still girl after girl I shrugged them off. For some reason he found my opinion the most important, I never did quite understand why. We grew up in the quiet suburbia of Pewaukee, Wisconsin: a small Milwaukee suburb overlooking a picturesque sailing and fishing lake of the same name, has award-winning schools, low crime, natural beauty and homes for every budget. It really was lovely. Recently he moved to the city, within the last five years or so. We sort of lost touch after that, considering I mo'ed to L.A. to live with my grandmother after he left. My parents never really were around that much, and eventually they just stopped comeing home. It's like they forgot about us, or just didn't care anymore and decided to be done with it all. I never really knew my father, but I think about my mother from time to time, and I can still picture and imagine her lovely voice singing "Rock-a-by-baby" to me whilst I sleep. To tell you the truth, I miss her. I wonder if she misses me too. My brother stopped thinking and caring about thier absence after some time he started senior year of highschool, he thought he could take care of me just fine, without their help. He graduated not long after that, and was accepted to a good college in D.C. and was dissapointed when he realized that he couldn't take me with him, after all I was only eleven, so he sent me to live with grandma, whom of which I never really knew. I felt alone there. Without him there, knowing I was going to be okay, no matter what, as long as he was there with me I was going to be just fine, I felt empty. It wasn't until recently that I had found out that he had a girlfriend, he wasn't even the one to notify my, facebook did with a family relationship notification, and for already three weeks, he hadn't told me about her before hand. He always shared with me, even the little things. I mean it's not like it's any of my business, but it's something that we've always talked about. He always informed about something new that involded his life, especially a new girl. Always seeking my approval and wanting insight as to my opinion of her, and of course I wasn't very luquatious in my response to them. I told myself not to think anything of it, it wasn't a big deal. He's a big boy, he can handle things on his own, he doesn't need to tell me every little detail, of every moment of his life. Time passed more and more, and the more time that passed, the less he would talk to me, and it wasn't long before he didn't talk to me at all, I felt unloved and comepletely and utterly alone. I took it upon myslef to stop complaining and take action, to plan a trip to go and see him, a small visit.

By the end of the week I was sitting in an airport, waiting for my plane to arrive in it's turminal. The smell of airport food and the noises of the hussel and bussle of people and their famillies trying to get through bag check and security and then finally comeing through the gate into the secure area of the airport. I felt as though I was the only one there who wasn't with someone. I was a small fish in a big see of endless individuals. Sitting on a bench, sipping my cheap airport coffee. As I sat there, alone, I felt as though someone was watching me, I couldn't place where from, but I felt it. I'm snapped out of my delusion from the airport sound system,

"Gate B8, Your plane has arrived, we are ready to board!"

I stand up and start to gather up my things, Knowing that it's time to go, but a body stops me by knocking into me.

"Oh, I'm so sorry, I should look where I'm going!" I'm so embarressed for making them run into me, it's the only thing I can think to muster from my lips.

I stop and look up, noticing that they are not moving from my oath and they are staring at me. It's a man, handsome and in a white suit, his hair looks beautiful, his face looks perfectly proportional, his skin like porceline, and it looks as if it soarkles just a bit.

'I swear to God, if this is a twilight reference in real life, I'm going to shoot myself' I hate those vampires. Vampires are not suppose to sparkle! I don't care what Stephanie Meyer says, that's not how it works.

I was snapped out of my inner rant by his voice, which sounded quite harsh.

"Dear Cynthia" He puts his hand on my cheek and strokes it with his thumb, "The end is nye"

And with that I blinkied in awe. Was he threatening me? Who is this guy? But when I blinked he was gone, like he was never even there, it's as if no one noticed him, and only I did. Was I going crazy?

"Wow, now I know what they mean by 'Gone in the blink of an eye' "

I boarded my plane, just brushing the whole experience off, ignoring the fact that I could, possibly going insane. With in few short minutes I was in the air and on my way to Washington D.C.