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Hi everybody!! Ok so…

I'm sorry this chapter took so long to get out! I was at summer camp for the last four weeks. Anyway it's here now so… enjoy!

I don't own FMA!

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"Murderer…" a cold voice whispered in Ed's ear.

What? Who said that? Ed asked himself. He opened his eyes and looked around the room. He a chill went up his spine as he discovered that he was standing in the old basement he and Al once called home.

"What am I doing here?" he asked himself in disbelief.

"Murderer!" the voice whispered harshly. This time it was louder.

"Who's there?" Ed yelled. He quickly looked around to find the owner of that certain voice, but no one was there.

"Murderer! You knew Mom and I were sick, but you didn't do anythingto help! You. Are. A. Cold. Murderer!"

Ed's body froze in horror. He finally recognized that voice. "No…" he whispered.

"Murderer! You let us die Ed! It's your fault! Murderer!Killer! Failure! You're a-!"

"Stop it!" Ed bellowed and fell to his knees holding his head,tears filled his eyes, "Just stop! I'm sorry, ok?!"

"We trusted you," the voice spat, "and you let us die! Murderer! Murderer!"

"Shut up!" Ed screamed, still fighting back tears.

"MURDERER! MURDERER!" it continued screaming it louder and louder.

The very top of Edward's head touched the floor as he bent over in pain; not the the type of pain you felt physically, but the pain you felt inside. The emotional pain. "Stop it! Stop it!" he cried, but the voice still screamed at Ed, louder and louder and louder until…

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"Edward! Edward! Wake up!"

Ed opened his eyes to find his nurse Katie sitting on his bed next to him, her hand was on his shoulder. She had a worried look in her eyes.

"Are you all right? You were crying and screaming in your sleep." She asked.

Ed quickly sat up and wiped the tears off his face. "Yeah...I-I'm fine." He lied.

"Really? Are you sure?" she asked nicely.

"Yeah; It was only a nightmare." Ed mumbled more to himself than to her.

She put her hand on his forehead to check his temperature. She sighed; she was still unsure if the boy was really ok or not... But what else could she do? She couldn't stay in his room all day, even though she really did want to, because her boss would yell at her and tell her to go see her other patients. Plus she was tired and her shift was over in about five hours.

"Fine," she slowly got up and walk towards the door, "but if you need anything at all just press the red button." She smiled and closed the door. Darkness filled the room except for the gleaming and truly elegant moonlight that was shining from his room window.

Edward didn't go back to sleep. He couldn't after a dream like that. It wasn't even a dream! Dreams are nice and soothing, but that... That was horrible!That was a horrible nightmare.He sighed andHe glanced at the clock. He had to squint his eyes to see the tiny numbers; it was 3 in the morning. He sighed again. "He's right…" Ed whispered to himself, "It's all my fault. I am a murderer and a terrible brother."

Suddenly memories of Ed's second day at the hospital flooded into his mind.

Ed remembered hearing a lot of noise as he tried to sleep. What's going on? Is Al ok? He remembered asking himself. So much had happened to him and Al. His arm and leg, Al being sick, his mother… His train of thoughts was suddenly disrupted by a nurse:

"OH MY GOD!" a she screamed, "SOMEONE HELP ME! COME IN HERE QUICK!"

Ed quickly sat up and looked over at Al's bed. Al looked like he was sleeping, but something was wrong. Al's heart monitor was beeping loudly and he wasn't moving at all.

"What happened?" Ed screamed with tears streaming down his cheeks.

The nurse ignored Ed's question and started pushing Al's bed out of the room. Two men and Katie quickly came into the room. The men started helping the other nurse, while Katie walked over to Ed.

"What's going on!?" Ed asked again he was beginning to panic.

"Edward, calm down. Trust me that he's going to be fine." Katie said. Ed didn't believe her. He could tell something was very wrong. Sadly, Ed was right.

A few hours later, Al was officially declared dead. Ed remembered crying for hours. The feeling of being alone was too much for him. First he lost his mother, and now his very own brother! What else could possibly happen? And how come all of this was happening to him and no one else?! Why did he have to suffer all alone!? Just...WHY?!

Ed shook his head, sending that memory far away. He tried to calm himself downand then in an attempt to clear his mind he looked around the dark room. He hated it. He couldn't stand being here... It was so...empty... It reminded him of Al and of their mistake. No, not their mistake. It was his fault everything had turned out so bad. No, he couldn't call it bad... It was something so horrid that there were no correct words to describe what had happened. He couldn't stand the guilt the room reminded him of.

"I can't stay here any more." He whispered to himself and closed his eyes, "Tomorrow, for good I'm getting out of here somehow. I'm gonna run away." He said to himself.

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