Sorry, this isn't really a follow-up. This is more of a flashback, explaining Chaos' life before her brother died, and her religion and hobbies and whatever. Still, it DOES have story relevance.
Chapter 4: Guardian Angels
Chaos had never believed in guardian angels. She found it unreasonable that one angel, out of thousands, was assigned, specially for her, to watch over her for her whole life. Even if she did have one, it obviously resigned a long time ago. Likewise, any time anyone mentioned religion, she had flushed a light shade of pink, for she had no religion.
That was her and her brother's difference. Her brother had been a dedicated Christian, a server to God, as one might say. He was a regular churchgoer, and usually brought Chaos along in hopes of changing her mind.
God is wonderful, he used to always tell her. How can you hate someone who gives you, me, everyone around you life? He's a miracle worker, Kay-Kay. He loves you.
There was only one time she had ever responed to him.
Ugh...of course, it's easy to hate someone, she said, for giving me this...LIFE. Holy crap, 'Shedu, have you not been paying attention? My life SUCKS. Just leave me to my own beliefs, please. I only believe in what I can see. She had then walked home.
Not long after that little argument, Chaos had taken to playing a new instrument- the viola. It was like a violin, only bigger, and deeper-toned. She heard a viola melody on the radio once...a sad, wavering melody. That was the day she bought a viola.
She had been pretty good at it...it was like the music was flowing through her, note after note, accent after accent. It never seemed to end...
Until Akeshedu had slammed open her door.
What the hell is this? he had screamed, waving a bottle of pills around.
...A...p-painkillers... she answered. Fourteen at the time, she didn't bother arguing. What would a depressed teenagers use painkillers for, anyways? Besides suicide?
Akeshedu had broken down on the floor, crying.
This was not the reaction Chaos expected. She had expected a strike across the face, a lecture, and being grounded. Not a sobbing mess on her floor.
I have nothing to live for, 'Shedu. I'm a waste of a life form.
He died that night. He had taken the bullet she had meant for herself.