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Oh and there isn't only one song in this chapter, there are multiple ones.
This is the long-awaited chapter 9 of Death, Universe traveling, and the host Club? I feel bad about that cliff hanger but OH WELL The show must go on…we did need some suspense…no? I'm just sitting here listening to the Mylo Xyloto album on repeat while I write. Anyways, I'm getting lots of plot ideas therefore my updates might not be as slow as I presume during this school year… no promises.
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And I'd give up forever to touch you
'Cause I know that you feel me somehow
You're the closest to heaven that I'll ever be
And I don't want to go home right now
~Iris, Goo goo dolls
My eyes were half lidded, weighed down, like all of the stresses that had accumulated over the past months had conjoined into a solid object and were being pressed over my eyes. It was extreme fatigue. Or at least, that's what I thought it was.
Suddenly it was as if a weight was lifted from my whole body, like an unveiling. My eyes snapped open anticipating sunlight, but they received none.
It was dark, all around me. It even surpassed spongebob's description of the supposed extreme darkness' that he had experienced. It was weird, I couldn't make out any distinct objects. I could see myself fine, for I was illuminated like an apparition, however I was faced with a sea of black. A vast abyss of nothingness that surrounded me whole. Honestly I didn't know how to react, with everything that'd happened. Somehow I felt at peace in this place. The darkness was a barrier, a security blanket shrouding the unknown mysteries of the world.
What was this place? How did I get here?
Taking one step forward out of curiosity, the darkness started to crumble. What was happening? I had no idea but I jus accepted it this time… the effort that it took to even think clearly, I just didn't have it. The darkness dropped like a theatre curtain, exposing the truths hidden beneath.
I looked around to see where I was. A row of trees rustling in the wind, the faint earthy smell of dew on grass, and a quaint home situated in all of these conditions. A mailbox hung slightly lopsided on its post but it had cobwebs surrounding it being as if there was nobody to send a letter to. A bright starry sky showcased it's jewels proudly. The sense of familiarity was overwhelming. My body shifted forward, drawn to the house like a fly is to a light.
How-? I mouthed to myself.
My breath hitched in my throat and with every step taken my feet felt as if I were walking through mud. I was determined and even in my slow speed I made the stroll over to my intended target. I wanted a constant, I needed an anchor and this was it.
I felt like the china rabbit in 'the miraculous journey of Edward Tulane' How could I not go towards this object, it piqued my interest. That wasn't the only motive I had. This place, held so many fond memories, so many-
Almost hyperventilating I grasped the door handle, gulping, but my hand simply passed through it.
I don't know exactly what I was expecting to happen but a bile of dread washed over me. I was dead here, so anything was possible, Wasn't it? Even so, you can't actually expect me not to be shocked at this simple anomaly. Any other day, before my death an action like so I would've deemed amazing, but as you know like many other things, my perspective had changed.
Momentarily I was stunned, but I discarded this information and hesitantly stepped through the door. As many fond memories I had in this place, the last ones made were not pleasant in the slightest. I didn't exactly know what I'd find. However I still wanted to see this place one more time.
How could you blame me, it use to be my home after all.
Stepping inside the first smell I noticed was of fresh linens. Outside of the house it was old, but still intact. In here it was like opening a time capsule, everything the way it was, before everything fell apart. I could even spot a few gum wrappers left precariously on the floor next to the foyer table with meticulously placed objects, all cleaned turned to the right angle to enhance their appearance. I smiled softly to myself. It was like old days.
"Hey, do you know where I put my car keys?" A voice shouted.
"Mom..?" I whispered.
My eyes widened in surprise, and my eyes instantly watered up. It was the voice of my mother. I was starting to forget it, forget her and everything I knew. But this was a refresh button in my mind. I wanted to badly to run up to her and through my arms around her waist but that was impossible in my state. I had taken them for granted, I just didn't know what would've happened…and that was gnawing at me. If I had only known,
If I had only known I would've done my best to prevent it.
"No, I haven't seen em. Did you check your purse? Or the washer because you left them there last time!" My father shouted from the basement where he was probably working on cars.
My father… I bit my lip afraid that this was all fake. When it started to hurt, my brain started to register the pain, and I let out a sigh. Tears cascaded down my face.
My mother deadpanned, her blue eyes rolling at his statement. I chuckled; it was in watching the comical sight, and in relief of witnessing something of normalcy for once in forever. I wiped away my tears. I was seeing them again.
"No, it's not in the washer." My mother started irritably. She racked her hands through her graying hair in irritation. "And that was only one time!" She shouted empathizing the 'one'.
It was like I was there, watching the scene in person, but still not entirely there. This must've been how Menma felt in Anohana.
"Sureeeeee whatever you say!" My fathers booming voice resounded off the walls, his sarcasm plainly evident. "Yeah, and you lost your phone only one time too!"
She glared at the wall as if she was trying to obliterate it and somehow telepathically my dad would know that he should resent that statement. My eyes crinkled as I smiled in endearment.
"And it doesn't even matter, the car doesn't work remember?!" This caught my interest.
"But I was just driving it!"
"Doesn't change the fact that it doesn't work!" He called. My thoughts raced, the car didn't work, for some reason I knew I should've caught unto something, but my mind ran a blank.
"The people I live with." She said flippantly, sighing as she reached for her phone. "Well dammit…" My mom cursed under her breath… "I need to get to a charger."
She started typing rapid-fire to send a text. I strolled over to see what she was typing.
Can you get a ride from Auras mom? The car seems to be malfunctioning…again…L-
The message sent automatically before she could finish it, leaving an L that most likely would've been finished off as 'love you!' I knew this, and I knew what would happen next.
I cried out in horror. She sent that text, on the day, when…just before…
Just before the murders happened…
"No, no, no, no! You have to get out of here! They'll be here soon!" I called out, attempting to grasp my mother by the shoulders. My plea was desperate.
My mother didn't stir one bit. Walking up to her I screamed as loud as I could.
"You have to move! Run! You're in danger; you'll be killed, please!" Again she made no movement, or acknowledgement of my presence.
I knew she couldn't hear me, or see me, and it was slowly killing me. I stood dejectedly, I couldn't so anything! I couldn't save them then, and I couldn't save them now. I was pathetic, I was useless. And now I've failed again. Silent tears flowed down my face.
I recognized this day, that message. It was the same…. I couldn't change anything at this point, it'd all end up the same…
My body felt heavy. I started to dissipate from the scene, the last image being my mother's irritated face. I just wished I could've warned her…
"I love you guys" I said. "I just w-wish… I could've saved you."
How did we get here?
When I used to know you so well?
How did we get here?
Well, I think I know
~Decode, Paramore
~*~omnipotent 3rd person point of view~*~
A girl was flipping through the vast amount of pages in a humongous textbook; in fact she looked almost dwarfed by it. Every few minutes or so she'd stop her reading, skimming really, and let out a long sigh. She'd just hung out with her best friend the day before and in doing so had completely forgotten about the tests she'd have to complete at school on Monday, which was in fact tomorrow. Realizing this she started to cram. With her long flannel pajamas, and a high bun making sure to let the nuisance of her hair inept to cause any distractions she'd started the long tedious process.
After about three hours of nothing but studying, her head was spinning with facts, dates and names of people who were long gone. She'd decided to treat herself with a well deserved break. By break I mean time to retrieve food, and end up procrastinating again. But she wasn't physic; she couldn't tell that she would slack off, even though it was natural. Natural in her case.
Running down the mahogany stairwell that led from her hobbit hole of a bedroom she jumped down the last four steps, landing gracefully with a content smile on her face.
'Seems I've still got it!' she had thought to herself.
Humming to herself, the teenager made slowed paced steps to the kitchen, intending to draw out the task as long as she could to delay studying again. Her bare feet made almost no noise on the ice-cold tile floor. It was quiet, the eerie kind of quiet. She couldn't quite place it but something felt off.
That's when she started to hear the soft talking of her mother on the phone. Smiling, she made her way over to greet her mother, but stopped after a few feet, thinking to talk to her mom when she wasn't busy.
Turning around on her heals she started walking in the opposite direction in order to retrieve some sort of snack from the cabinets. But then the girl heard the soft sounds of sobbing, and froze. It was quiet at first, but as the seconds passed it had gotten louder, and sounded more anguished.
This time she didn't hesitate and busted around the corner to find out what was happening.
Walking into the room she laid her eyes upon the sight of her mother clutching the phone so hard in her lap, her knuckles were turning white. Water accumulated at the corners of the woman's eyes, and spilled over, rolling down her face, and falling on the floor.
Running towards her mother, the girl grasped her shoulders and hugged her, not exactly knowing what had happened. In this action her mother had started to weep even more than before. The girl was shocked, she didn't know what was happening, and was confused to what had happened.
"Mom it'll be okay,…did you lose your job? Are we having troubles with the bills because I can find a job and help out?! It'll be okay." The girl spilled, not knowing exactly what to say.
"You can't fix this Aura!" Her mother shouted.
Aura pulled away, shocked that her mother had raised her voice, for she never did unless it was something serious.
"Mom what happened?! Are we moving, did we lose the house… because that's okay! We can get through this..?" Aura ended off her statement like a question, not sure of herself.
"Aura cut it out! It isn't that! Brooke's dead Aura!"
Aura wet rigid hearing those words of anguish spill out of her mothers mouth. Her eyebrows creased and she pushed farther away from her mother, tears coming to her eyes. She had just seen Brooke the day before, it couldn't have been.
"No, stop mom this isn't funny! Tell me you're lying!" Auras voice started to come to a large yell. Her mother continued to weep.
"She was murdered yesterday, they all were, and nobody made it!" Aura couldn't believe it. The friend she'd stolen the phone from yesterday and discussed anime and star wars with…was dead?
Brooke…
Dead…
Murdered..?
Those were all apart of Auras thought process which seemed to malfunction. Then it all clicked and watching her mother weep, she knew to some degree she was serious. This was serious. It wasn't fake.
Aura's vision started to get blurry, and she had started to hyperventilate. She'd hoped it was all a dream, one whole big fat dream, a nightmare. Aura felt arms wrap around her, the arms of her mother. Being pulled into an embrace, tears stained her mothers shirt.
"no," Aura whispered, the octave f her voice raised, "Tell me you're lying, you're lying! You're lying! YOU HAVE TO BE!"
The girls mother had started to cry again seeing her daughters denial. They sat on the floor crying together.
Aura didn't go back to studying; in fact she didn't even sleep. She was in shock.
"she can't be dead…"
How am I supposed to be everything they expect me to be?
When I feel so alone, cause I left my heart at home.
She needs me, but I know they need me too.
So god give me the strength to do, what you created me to do.
If you miss me, I'm just a phone call away.
Please be strong, be strong for me.
I need you to show me, how to the change the inside of me
For my heart, for their sake, please be strong, be strong for me
~Miles away, Memphis May fire
This time, I wasn't greeted my personal escort of darkness. But it didn't change the knowing at my heart. My heat, in figurative language was feeling to heavy, I thought I'd almost sink in all the emotions. All I had done was cry, cry and cry more. I couldn't help it. I had thought before that I had no more tears to shed, but obviously it wasn't the case. I was positive that the vision I had just seen was Aura and her mother. It broke my heart watching as that reality went on without me. My best friend had suffered, and it was all my fault. Everything was my fault. I had left her alone…
I was currently sitting on the ledge of a tombstone, not sure of what to do. I obviously wasn't in the Ouran world at the moment, and these events, had been in the past. What was this, 'a Christmas Carole'? I couldn't even laugh at my lame attempt of joke. The question was where was I now? What did I need to witness? I had a gut feeling I knew what it was, but I wanted to push it to the back of my head. I didn't want to be here for this.
I sniffled, feeling especially bad for myself.
In the distance my ears picked up the light sounds of music. I halfheartedly glanced in the direction the music, and saw a precession of funeral goers. All were wearing a somber, dreary black that gave off a depressing vibe. Of course it was depressing, I thought, it was a funeral after all.
They all walked in the same direction in unison, their sullen faces making them look like a horde of zombies. As the group advanced forward, the music became clearer. Ad as the music became audible my suspicions were correct.
"And if your heart stops beating
I'll be here wondering
Did you get what you deserve?
The ending of your life
And if you get to heaven
I'll be here waiting, babe
Did you get what you deserve?"
I could've laughed… they really did fulfill my last wishes, but then again honestly I couldn't laugh I was at a funeral…my funeral.
I watched everybody as they paid their respects to, well me, and my parents. They all said nice things about each one of us, not mentioning anything bad. I felt guilty watching this. I just wished somebody would walk up there and talk about at least on of my faults .I didn't want to be made up as the 'perfect person'. I had many quirks and flaws. They'd all made me appear unnaturally amazing but I really wasn't. I use to get irritable in the morning; I loved books almost more than I loved people. I was paranoid, an average A, B student. I wasn't that great whatsoever. I wasn't…
Glancing around at the crowd I spotted aura, standing somewhat behind everybody else in the crowd. She had even distanced herself from the rest of our friends. They all looked, so unhappy. So much despair, so much…
"I'm sorry everybody, I really am." I said to them, staring into each of their eyes. They still stood, some of them staring without blinking at my casket. The expressions on their faces didn't change. They were still so very unhappy.
I wanted to look away from it all. The depressing area, the sullen people was too much for me to handle. I didn't want to see any more of the sadness in their eyes. It really was my fault for their sadness. They showed despair in many different ways. Some people were crying, weeping even with uncontrollable sobs, while others stared off into space. Some people looking up at the sky, as if reminiscing.
At this time, I wanted to scream. I wanted to relieve them of their pain.
"Why does it have to be so hard?" I asked myself, pounding my fists unto the ground. It's so hard to handle this.
When the funeral ended, I was completely drained. I was currently sitting on the grass in my apparition state. In front of me was a large mound of dirt where my body would be laying. So that was the real end of my legacy wasn't it. The last words on my tombstone stone out to me like a billboard.
'Beloved friend and daughter. May she live in our hearts forever.'
forever...
In the distance I watched a figure stand out on the hill as the sun dipped below the horizon creating an ominous glow. Their silhouette was of Aura's.
I solemnly watched her from my spot hoping that she'd go home and forget about me completely. I wanted her to forget, so that she could move on without me. That's all I wanted anybody to do.
I glanced back at the gravestone and looked back again. This time there were three silhouettes. Afraid for Aura's safety I walked up to investigate.
Seeing who it was, who I just had an encounter with, I wanted to run away. I wanted to run as far away as I could. This time I was invisible, and my blood boiled. Hot tears re-appeared on my face again.
Clark and Kane were talking to Aura. I was so afraid of them, but this time I was angry for everything they had done, screwing my life up again. I had such animosity and loathing for them, it was unfathomable.
"YOU HAVE NO RIGHT TO TALK TO HER YOU BASTARDS!" I screamed as loud as I could, knowing I couldn't be heard.
Aura had the most innocent face looking at the faces of my killers, it was unacceptable.
Of course the darkness decided it to be the most convenient time to draw me back into its presence.
And how could I leave this life to another one?
Take back, take back those things that I said
And how could I lose your heart to another one?
Take back, take back those things I've done
~these things I've done, sleeping wih Sirens
"Why am I here?!"
"What's the point of this?!" I screamed
I was suddenly standing in front of a door.
"what?" I breathed out.
All pervious thoughts I had halted, and my attention was now focused on the very object in front of me.
Where would it take me? Was the main question. It wasn't like everything else, I had a choice, I suppose. Was it a test? I could open or, or I could ignore the door and walk away. What did they want from me?
I drew my hand forward in curiosity. As soon as my fingertips grazed the metallic ornate doorknob, it was opened with a huge gust of air, sucking me inside.
I stumbled and fell to the…wooden floor?
I shook my head, much like a dog, and blinked a couple of times. My head slowly raised up, surveying the new surrounding's. I could smell hot chocolate, and I saw a grey throw rug. The room I was in was painted a light blue. Two couches were placed in the corner just across from a large television. I knew exactly where I was.
I was in Aura's house. At this notion my brain short circuited. So far the only things I'd saw were all bad. Being here wasn't a good sign. I feared what I might witness. I feared for Aura's sake.
And all I can taste is this moment
And all I can breathe is your life
'Cause sooner or later it's over
I just don't want to miss you tonight
~Iris, Goo Goo Dolls
There was supposed to be more to this chapter, but I'd thought I'd end off with another cliffhanger just to keep things interesting. Yep if you can't tell Brooke is going to be crying alot, sorry if it got annoying here but it had to be done. School is okay in case you're wondering. Don't forget to review, and give me criticism cause you know, that's amazing.
I don't have a title for the next chapter yet, sorry...
As you can tell 'dead' by My Chemical Romance made a reappearance. there will be more Haruhi in the next chapter I promise!
So I was wondering, if the same thing happened you that has happened to Brooke so far, what would be your reaction?
See you next update!
~dreamwithinadream262
