Author's note: So in british literature we were given 25 minute to write anything short, so this story was inspired by Supernatural, but I changed some things for the sake of the story.
Raindrop
Neither of us have anything to say, so we just sit in silence. He drives and keeps staring intently at the road ahead. I try to count the raindrops on the window. There are so many of them. Sometimes they split in two, sometimes they join together. I feel like the raindrop that was burtally split in two.
He says he he didn't have a choice. That I would've died. I keep counting the raindrops. I try to put myself in his shoes, but I can't. He would never have been so reckless. He would have watched his back. I wouldn't have had to make that deal, because he is good at this. I'm not. I told him this. I tried to convince him. Because I don't deserve a life, especially not his.
"You could have let me die" I say. He pulls the car to the side of the road and turns to face me. He looks at me poignantly "You could have stayed away from this life. I even drove you to your college dorm after we found dad." he retorts.
I look at him, finally noticing the tired eyes and dark circles accented by the bad lighting. "You know I couldn't have left you to hunt them all on your own." I reasoned with him.
"I had dad." he tried, but we both knew it wasn't true. We fell into an uncomfortable silence. After a while he starts the car again. I try to sleep. I try to do research. I try everything, but I can't focus. I can't. I can't. I can't.
I feel tears streaming down my face.
I hadn't noticed we had made it back. He wipes my tears and says "You can do this without me."
I look at him incredulously "No. No I can't. I will do whatever I can to save you from this, because there ain't no me if there ain't no you. I will save you if it is the last thing I do." I say firmly. "You can't. You know you can't." he says, his voice cracking. My bad ass, no chick-flick moments big brother looked so vulnerable at that moment. "I will." I say and leave no room for argument as I step out of the car. The car that had become our home over the years of being on the road. He follows my lead and get out. "Okay." That's all he says.
I had given my brother hope, but I still felt hopeless. I felt like the split raindrop.
"Come on, little brother, let's go grab some grub." he yells from the trunk of the car. He is smiling. And this is not a fake smile. This is genuine. So until then I will enjoy every moment with him. Every smile and every tear he will give me.
Because soon he will be gone,
and so will I.