They were able to find somewhere to stay, as a huge storm settled above them. The heavy rain was creating rivers on the streets of New Orleans and Faara was sitting by the window of a small apartment, reading when she heard her brother call.
"Faara? Are you listening to me?" Eugene asked, raising his left eyebrow.
"No, what did you say?" Her voice empty and bored.
"I said that we need a plan if we want to survive this shit, and reading isn't helping anyone." He sounded tired.
"Well what do you suppose we should do?" Her voice now had a hint of curiosity. She put her middle finger through a hole in her red and black plaid shirt. She didn't care all that much, she was still sad and angry after Eugene's behavior yesterday.
After their fight, the sibling went and searched through the French quarter. There was one particular room that made Faara squeal in delight. In a bookshelf there were seven books, all in a pretty beat up shape but when she looked at the cover, imagine her surprise when it was Harry Potter books. She had always wanted to read those. They found a couple cans of meat casserole and some cans of peaches as well as some bullets for their .45 guns, but no medicine.
They had chosen to stay inside of the apartment until the storm had passed. Eugene had gone to start up the fire, cooking some of the casserole for them, meanwhile Faara had sat herself in a chair by the window with Harry Potter and the Philosopher's stone. Faara had gone too sleep later that evening, Eugene taking the first shift.
She was brought back by her brother's voice once again.
"I think we should join those Firefly dudes, I heard they've got a place out west." His voice serious and filled with enthusiasm.
"What?" Both her face and her voice filled with confusion.
"I said-" he started to speak but was quickly cut of my his sister.
"I heard what you said" she hissed, "I thought you had completely given up on them." She sighed, "I know I have." She turned back to her book, her face falling back to an empty frown she'd been wearing for weeks.
Eugen looked at her and a worried look entered his face, "Hey" his voice was sharp, but worried at the same time. "what's wrong?"
"Nothing's wrong" she looked at him with a smile that didn't quite reach her eyes, "I'm fine."
"please sis, I can tell there's something, so why don't you just tell me?" His voice was calm but he was getting impatient.
"Will you just let it go? Please, I'm trying to read here" She turned the page with trembling fingers, as if she was afraid of telling him.
"Come on, I've known you all my life. you've been acting strange for weeks now," he sighed "All I'm asking, is that you tell me whats wrong, I mean. It can't be that bad right?" His intense blue eyes was filled with both sadness and worry for his baby sister, his hair had grown just long enough to be able to put behind his ears and was beginning to transition form black to grey. His face filled with freckles and scars, the biggest one going through his left eyebrow and down to his cheek.
Faara looked him over, "You need a new shirt, that one's getting filled with shit."
"Don't you dare change the subject." his voice had suddenly gone hard as he continued to speak, "Can't you tell me? I'm really the only one you can tell, it's not like someone's going to burst through the door, so just fucking tell me already." his patience had gone on for too long and he nearly snapped.
"Fine" she stood up, throwing her hands to the sides while leaning her upper body back, "seeing as you won't let it go, I'll fucking tell you." she began pacing the room in an angry gesture, before she stopped sharp in her tracks and turned to him. "You're what's wrong! it seems like you've completely given up completely! one moment you're happy the other you're completely miserable!" She brushed a strand of dark brown hair form obscuring her view.
Faara turned to look at him once more, great big eyes filled with sadness, she looked down. "I'm worried about you, I'm tired of it, so tired. I'm afraid that one day, you'll chose to give up or let yourself be killed," her voice was getting thick as tears threatened to fall, she began rubbing her hands together in an uncomfortable manner, "And it's not right, I'm your little sister, you should be looking out for me, not the other way around." Thats my problem, and I want you to be safe. If we're gonna stick together, we've got to start working together again, okay?" Her voice calming back to it's quiet state.
"Ok, I'll just go fix us some dinner." Eugene gave her a weak smile, "And I'm sorry" he said before turning his back to her. Faara picked up the beaten edition of Harry Potter and the Philosopher's stone and began where she left of.
