Red Diamond

I don't know what to say.

Wait. On second thoughts, I know what to say.

"I HATE MATHEMATICS!" *shouts and screams and tears the math book, and regrets doing it all the next moment*

Enjoy the chapter – yes, that's what I should say. And, I was listening to the Nightcore version of Safe and Sound, by Landon Austin ft. Ellie Swisher while writing this.

Disclaimer: Brothers Conflict? Oh, I sadly do not own it, only my OCs.

Chapter 2: Worst fear

(Same time, In Japan, Sunrise Residence)

Yuusuke's POV

I was supposed to be sleeping, but was pulling off my bravest stunt ever.

I was about to confess my love to the most beautiful, the most unique girl I knew. I inhaled and exhaled, building up courage to confess. Although, I was not face-to-face with her, I was still nervous. How would she react? What if she rejects me? Ugh, it was damn frustrating! I don't know how guys flirt with girls – example being my older brother Kaname. I was already a blushing mess.

Oh no Yuusuke, say it.

I began typing the words – 'I love you, Sabrina'. I was about to hit 'send' when all of a sudden, she went offline. What happened?

I erased it all and wrote: Are you there?

No response.

I waited for a couple of minutes, but I still didn't receive any response. Maybe her brother reached. I turned off my computer and went to sleep, sighing. I was so close! I was about to say it all!

Ugh! Never mind.

O~O~O

Sabrina's POV

I reached Delhi Cant, and was greeted by a huge crowd, looking at each other's faces in distress and gawking at something around which they had gathered. I left my bike and walked over to the crowd, slowly. I didn't want it all to be what I thought it would be. I had to make myself know what I was thinking was wrong. My thoughts sure could go wild, but I couldn't afford to even believe something like that. Nothing has happened. Nothing has happened to them. Sabrina. Don't worry, they are safe. They are-

I got through the crowd to the centre only to face my worst fears.

There was my dad's car, completely ruined. The side opposite to the driver's seat was crashed. There was where my mother sat. I hastily opened the door of the car, driver's seat, and the scene inside was horrendous. Everyone in the car was bleeding. There was a shallow pool of blood inside the car already. I gently took my dad's hand and tried to shake him. I called out their names in panic, my heart beating out of my chest, my head on verge of spinning.

"Papa! Mom! A-Arnav!" I screamed. I begged for a response. My mother and baby brother lay dead in my arms. Dad was still breathing. I could still save him.

"Help! Help please!" I shouted at the crowd hovering about the car. One of them called the ambulance, and another one, police. Luckily, the hospital wasn't that faraway, so the ambulance reached in five minutes. They took all the three with them, while I followed from behind on my bike.

My eyes were hazy with tears. I couldn't lose my family; they were all I had. The sole thought of them dying frightened me. I was covered in their blood – my hands, clothes, and legs. I felt nauseated with the metallic smell, possibly feeling the taste of blood in my mouth by default, but the fact didn't matter to me much at that time, and I tried to ignore everything else going through my mind. I just had to see my family in their senses again.

When we reached the hospital, they were carried into ICUs, and I was left in the dark, gloomy lobby of the hospital, waiting for a positive news.

O~O~O

Two hours had passed. I was waiting with my head hung the entire time, occasionally letting tears fall. Millions of negative thoughts passed through my mind, making me wonder that I could even hold the power to think about such scenarios, but I kept pushing them to the back of my head, still hopeful.

I heard footsteps coming towards me. I looked up to see the two doctors who were operating my parents walking towards me with an expression full of dismay. Please God, no.

"I'm sorry, Ms. Kapoor, we couldn't save your parents. Your brother was brought dead on arrival." One of them said, lowering his eyes down to the floor.

I was shattered – I could just feel myself crumbling down. My heart exploded into pieces. It had to be some stupid nightmare I had to snap out of. I pinched myself hard a few times, then finally let out a whimper and fell down to knees, unable to stop the tears from cascading down.

"I feel really sorry for you, Ms. Kapoor. But we tried our best. Please fill up this form." The other one handed me a couple of sheets along with a pen. I wiped away my tears, and tried to recompose myself. Don't break down. Please.

I filled up that sheet for formality, and informed the life insurance company for the amount. The doctors lead me to the room where they kept the dead bodies. My family's ... corpses lay on different stretchers, their whole body covered with long, white bed sheets. I took my mother's hand from underneath her sheet in one of my hands, my father's hand in the other, kissed their hands, and whispered, "I love you..." followed by some more tears streaming down my face. "No, papa, your girl won't cry." I wiped them off, remembering the time when I was child and I broke my leg. He told me to be brave and to not cry, and to be the strong girl I was. I couldn't let him down at any costs.

Watching them lying there, lifeless, was the worst scenario, my worst fear. I walked over to Arnav's corpse, and removed the sheet from his face. He looked pale, skin was as cold. His face was expressionless, opposite to how he always was - cheerful. I kissed him on his cheek. "Goodbye" I whispered, and covered his face again. I made sure to not let a tear fall, but my hands did tremble. God, was there no way out of the nightmare?!

I ordered the doctors to send an ambulance with their bodies to my residence for the further rituals.

O~O~O

The sound of the ambulance's siren entering my society woke up a few of my neighbors from their sleep. It was around 12 midnight. They looked out of their windows, and were visible enough for me to see them. One by one, lights turned on in different flats, and people came out of their houses in their night wears. I sighed.

The old lady who lived right across my flat came to me and asked, "What happened? What happened to your clothes?" She began wiping my blood-covered arms with her handkerchief. I didn't reply.

Soon enough, she got her answers when the corpses were brought out from the ambulance. She gasped and put a hand on her mouth. So did the others who were watching from their houses, and their heads hung.

My dance troupe members, who lived in the same society, came running down to me, only to give me comfort. One of them, Priyanka, called my uncle and my grandparents to tell them about the unfortunate accident. I had no expression on my face. Nor did a single tear leave my eyes.

I looked at Arnav's corpse. Who could imagine that it would take him so long to reach home?

O~O~O

It was five in the morning. My whole family, including the relatives whose names I didn't even know reached my house and was mourning over the loss. The sound of cries filled the room. Everyone was crying – wailing, to be exact.

Everyone but me.

I knew very well that whoever takes a birth has to die one day. But I didn't expect that the day for my family would be so close. I was sitting in a corner of the room, and had a family photo in my hands. I didn't look at their lifeless, cold bodies, but at the photograph, so I could remember the good times.

It was a very old photograph, when I was around ten years old and Arnav was just three. In the photo, mom was holding little Arnav in her arms and beside her sat dad. I was standing a step behind them, smiling like an idiot; while dad had his face slightly titled towards me, and was laughing, and mom was looking lovingly at Arnav. Of course, my lazy brother was asleep, even in the picture.

I smiled a little, looking at their faces, wishing if I could see them again, or even hear their sweet voices.

Come back...

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~Diamond Shyn