A/N: Thankz to EverEnchanted for telling me to write another chapter!
Chapter 2:
Callum:
I was in a daze, I barely noticed as people panicked and police arrived. It was like I wasn't quite there. Like this wasn't quite real. It couldn't be real. My sister couldn't be dead. I had seen it happen, but it couldn't be real. It couldn't. It must've been a dream, a terrifying nightmare, which any minute I was going to wake up from. I'd wake up, and run into Lynny's room and she'd be doing whatever she does when she's on her own. She'd give me a reassuring smile, the type only she could give and it would all be all right. I pinched myself in an attempt to wake up. The problem was I felt it, but surely it was possible to feel pain in a dream. Wake up, wake up, wake up.
I only realised I was talking aloud when a police officer told me this wasn't a dream. And in that moment I believed him. I believed this was all real. As I believe it my world crashed down all around me. It was real. My sister had died. My sister had been killed. No, my sister had killed herself.
'Did you know her?' the officer asked me. I knew he didn't care that I may've lost someone. To him I was just another pointless nought, but I was too shocked to worry about that, so I just nodded. 'Can you give us a name please?'
'Lynny' I said automatically. My voice was as cold and empty as I felt. I mentally shook myself and tried to be strong to answer the questions properly. But when I spoke again my voice was exactly the same. 'Lynette McGregor'
'And how did you know her?' He asked me after making a note of her name.
'She was my sister' I replied. My voice was monotonous and drained of emotion and yet that made it sound more emotional.
'I'm sorry' said the officer. Like he gave a damn. He was probably glad. Lynette was one less nought for them to try and destroy, because it was too late. They'd already done it. They'd already completely sucked the life and meaning out of my sister. Crosses were responsible for Lynette's death. This messed up society and people not caring were to blame, but ultimately Crosses were. They had killed my sister. They were the reason she was stood in front of that bus.
'What's your name, son?'
'Callum McGregor' I didn't have the strength to tell him I wasn't his son. That if I was his son, Lynny would've been his daughter so he'd know what I was going through. If I was his son he'd probably give a damn. But that didn't matter.
It didn't matter because the Crosses may've put Lynette in front of that bus, but I was the one who sealed her death certificate. I was the one who didn't sto her. Didn't move her. Didn't do anything. My sister was being taken away in a body bag because I didn't do anything. Screaming couldn't save her life. I practically stood by and let her die. She was dead because of me.
'Let us take you home' said the officer. 'We can explain what happened to your parents'
'But you don't know. You weren't here, you didn't see her' I replied. 'You can't tell them what happened because you haven't got a clue' My quiet, monotonous voice was get louder and full of anger. It was anger at myself but being directed at the officer. 'You don't know why she walked in front that bus. You get it nice and easy on the inside. Everything's all fine for you, but us? We're on the outside. The only mistake my sister ever made was falling in love. Loving with all her heart the wrong man. And it killed her. She may've done the walking that got her here but it was your fault she was there. You and every other Cross' As I said this I pointed at him, threatening and accusatively. I wasn't calming down through shouting at him, I was just getting more and more angry. At everyone. Everyone was to blame for this. Noughts and Crosses alike. Even Lynny held a part of them blame. I hated everyone at that moment. Everyone. 'You stand there asking questions like "what's her name" and you say "I'm sorry" but the truth is you don't give a damn. You don't care what Lynny had and has left behind. I bet you go home tonight and the name Lynette McGregor will never cross your mind again, will it?' He didn't deny it, he didn't confirm it. He didn't say anything. He had a completely unreadable expression on his face. This was obviously part of his "how to deal with blankers trainings". I hated him like I hated everyone. I wanted Lynny like a little kid with a skinned knee wants there Mummy, because their Mummy would make it all all right. Lynny would make it all go away. But Lynny wasn't here, Lynny was never going to be here again because of me, because of Jed, because of our family, because of the noughts that killed Jed, because of the Crosses who didn't help her. Because of everything and everyone…
- I punched the police officer square in the face and ran away from him.
…But mostly because of me.
I stopped running after not going far. I had been heading in the direction of home, but how could I go home? How could I tell Mum and Dad their only daughter was dead and it was my fault.
A quick thought ran through my mind. An easy way to escape having to explain. It was a flying thought but I hated myself even more for it. It was Lynny killing herself that started this mess. How could I, even for a second, think about doing the same thing? I had lost my sister, but I still had too much to live for. I had to live for both of us now.
So I headed home.