The Dealers of Death

by LuckyXFridayX13

Have you ever wondered what it would be like if your fate were decided for you? In Obsidian Steele's world, your fate is decided when you hit 15. What's worse, she's been given one of the worst fates, beside Death. She's been given the fate to have to Deal fate... a job dubbed "Dealers of Death". So, would you survive? Totally original action-adventure that WILL defy fate.

21. Chapter 20

Chapter 20

I remain silent. "'Sid, are you alright?" Sebastian asks with an air of concern. This is exactly what I don't want.

I shrug, "Gee, I don't know, what do you think? I'm on sitting on a roof in the middle of winter for the fun of it."

"Don't be like that. C'mon, what's wrong?"

I draw my knees up to my chest, hugging them. I stare at my bare feet, turning red from the cold. I look directly into his eyes. "Are you sure you want to know?"

He stares straight back at me. "Would I even bother to sit up here if I didn't?"

I sigh, "Alright. Today… is the death date… of my … parents," I choke out. I can feel my throat closing up. Not tears. Anything but tears, "They… died in a train accident. They were on a business trip for something… I was at school and we were doing math and we got a call, and- they were… dead. Just… like that."

Tears start streaming down my face. I squeeze my eyes shut, trying to stop crying. Lines run down my face, just like rain.

Sebastian reaches out and squeezes my hand. I flinch, and immediately pull mine back. What was that?

"U-um, sorry," he stutters, and starts to blush.

"It's… okay," I reply awkwardly. I wipe away the tears, leaving nothing behind but a red, puffy mess. I sigh, "Do you wanna go back in?"

He nods. We slowly climb down the rickety ladder and back through the yard. We open the back door to the kitchen. Everyone whips around, still in the same spots they were when I left.

I turn to Donnie. "Listen to me," I say sternly, "Don't ever complain about what you have. You hear me? Go have dinner with your mom, and I don't care if you like it. You'll regret it to the day you die, guaranteed, if you don't."

I go back to my room before can respond. I sure hope I got through to him. People always regret the small things, the undone things, and the unsaid words.