Theme Song: Someway Through This by Black Ghosts

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I lazily opened my eyes, gaze focusing on ceiling. My room was dark and I realized that I had fallen asleep after crying. I sat up and wiped my face in case there were any stray tears.

With a small sigh I got up and walked into my bathroom, turning on my light and looking at my reflection. My eyes were red, my cheeks were pink, and there were marks on my face from sleeping on my hands. I ran the water until it was cold, and then splashed some on my face. I instantly felt better.

I put my hands on either side of the wash, looking into my own eyes; the only other sound that wasn't my breathing was the gushing water.

I hadn't thought about Arthur for over eight years, I mused with shame Why start now?

I turned off the water and light, and walked out of the bathroom to the bookcase I had in my room. On the top shelf were pictures and I looked over them until I found the one I was looking for.

Right next to the picture of Rodney and me I had taken a few months ago was the picture of Tristan, Arthur, and me, side by side on our couch, laughing. I took the picture off the shelf and tried to remember that day.

Tristan looked at Arthur as they played "The Godfather" on our Xbox. They had said I could play the winner, so I was sitting next to them, waiting.

"Did you really have to shoot me?" he said. Arthur didn't look at him when he said, "Of course. We are playing "The Godfather", duh."

Arthur, being nineteen and all, thought he knew everything on "The Godfather" game.

Tristan turned red, embarrassed. "Well, I am hit you with my gun next time."

Arthur said, "Oh, what next? Are you going to shoot me with your bat?"

I couldn't help it. I laughed, Arthur joining me. Then Tristan laughed.

Dad had been there, taking pictures for our family album. He took our picture, and let us be.

I smiled at the memory. The next day after Dad had taken it, I had asked for it and he gave it to me. I had put on my shelf to remember that day. I stopped smiling, because a few days later, he died

I looked away from the picture.

"How did he die?" I asked.

My mom looked at me, tears glazing her eyes. "It was an accident."

"But how?"

"I can't talk about it." She ran out of the room, and ran away me.

My young mind didn't understand. How was his death an accident?

I went upstairs and into Tristan's room. He sat on his bad, his whole arm in a cast. He had told me earlier that he had broken his lower arm and bruised all of his shoulder.

"Tristan?" He looked up to me, his eyes red.

"How did Arthur die?" His eyes pinched together, his whole demeanor turning into one of anger.

"Do you really want to know?"

I nodded.

"Really? Do you really want to know how Arthur died?"

I nodded again, not getting where he was going with that.

"How could you?" His voice whispered, voice raspy with rage.

Suddenly his hand whipped out, almost slapping me in the process. I had "jumped" away from him at the last moment but his fingers managed to connect with my face.

I was at his door, hand on my cheek. My cheek was on fire, but that wasn't the reason I was crying.

"Tristan?" He stared at me, surprised at what he had done.

"How could you?"

I ran away from him, and from the truth. He ran after me, but I "jumped" into my room and locked my door. I slid down the door while he pounded on it with his good arm.

"Jazmin? Jazz? I am sorry. Please! Open the door! Please." I stayed silent, hand on cheek, tears running over my face. He said it one more time.

"Jazz?"

"Jazz?"

I looked at my door, my other hand on my cheek. It was still locked after so many years. I didn't use it anymore; I just "jumped" out of my room.

"Jazz?"

""Jump" in," I said quietly, using a private joke of the family in hopes of lightening up the somber mood I suddenly felt.

"Please, open the door."

I hesitated, but I held the picture in my hand as I went and unlocked the door. I opened it.

Bit of a cliff-hanger here. Anyway, I love this song. Kind of sad, but it is true. For anyone who is going to look it up, look for a video called "Black Ghosts - Someway Through This" by BenandJosVideo on Youtube (duh!). It has great quality. I also wanted to say that this chapter is dedicated to a great-aunt of mine that died and to my uncle that also died. Actually, Arthur was the name of my uncle. I'm making the character after him, so don't judge him for the things that he does (he will be in future chapters, PROMISE!) Well, review people.