Darkness settled in Marc's eyes and his glare deepened. I could see
him contemplating an answer to my question in his head.
"You wouldn't understand Wyatt. It's not your business," he growled. He quickly turned and grabbed a towel from beneath the sink, he wrapped it firmly around his arm. The 'Help' was obscured, but the effect of the word still hung around my mind as clear as the word itself.
"How do you know that I wouldn't understand unless you talk to me about it? I won't tell mom on one condition, that you tell me what's bothering you," I stated seriously. Marcus looked up at me and his sleepy eyes rolled slowly around, showing his lack of interest in my offer.
"I did it because it makes me feel better. I didn't write help because I wanted it, it's just the first word that came to mind. Now will you screw off and leave me alone?" he asked bluntly. I looked towards my room, dark, inviting and quiet, there weren't problems in my room, maybe I shouldn't have left my room. Foot falls quietly approached the bathroom and I slammed the door quickly shut. Marc's face drained further of color. A knock on the door caused him to wince, Olivia opened her eyes and screamed a cry and then whimpered at me.
"Hello? Wyatt is that you?" Aunt Paige's voice asked sleepily.
"Yeah, I'm just cleaning off Olivia, she spit up," I lied. Marcus looked relieved and continued to wrap towels around his arm.
"Okay, just making sure everything is okay...good night," she mumbled. As soon as the halls were quiet, Marcus pushed past me and ran to his room. I fed Olivia and returned to bed. For the rest of the night I lay awake thinking about life. I fell asleep as the sun was coming up and my dreams were filled with cancer, babies and blood. Then it his me, that is Reilly did. I sat up and rubbed the place on my cheek where her palm had struck and sleeping stared at her.
"What..?" I started, feeling confused.
"I hate you..but you are not getting rid of me easily, you are going to pay me back for what you've done!" she said firmly.
"I am so sorry Reilly, you have..." I started and then was cut off by her lips.
"Save it," she said, she slipped out my window and I smiled. That was the first thing that week that had gone good. It was then I noticed that my basinet was empty. I jumped out of bed and raced down the stairs. Mom was sitting alone in the living room rocking Olivia and crying. I noticed that her wedding ring was on the table in front of her.
"He left, didn't he?" I asked softly. She nodded and started humming to Olivia.
"Mom, can I go to the.oh never mind," Vic said, pushing the hair from his eyes. Mom stood and used her free arm to wipe the tears from her eyes. My admiration for the woman that brought me into this world grew as she smiled bravely.
"Hey baby, what did you want?" she asked. Vic paused for a moment and glanced at me for an answer, I shrugged.
"Can I go out with Billy and Rick?" he asked. Mom smiled and nodded, Vic's hair fell into his eyes and he gave a small smile and ran out the front door.
"Mom, we're going to be fine without him. He's left before, he'll come back again," I said. She looked at me seriously.
"The doctor called..I may not be here when he gets back," she said sadly. I gasped and threw my hands towards her. My blue light shone softly with healing.
"Where mom? Where is it, I can make it better!" I exclaimed. She shook her head slowly.
"I did it to myself honey," she explained. I searched her brown eyes for an answer.
"How?" I asked my confusion building.
"I knew it was coming, I really can't tell you how. But I don't have long to go baby," she said slowly. I shook my head quickly.
"No. No you're wrong, we are going to get you chemotherapy or whatever else we can do, a spell or a potion! Anything, I'll do anything!" I swore.
"I'm going to die no matter what you do Wyatt. I'm sorry but I can't tell you anything else. I love you," she said in a whisper.
"You are not leaving us!" Marcus screamed from behind us. He had been standing in the archway, leading to the room. His eyes were filled with tears. Mom looked startled and handed Olivia to me. She stood and wrapped her arms around Marcus. Marcus stood solid and didn't return her hug. Instead he walked up the stairs and slammed his door. I walked up to my own room and felt my body go numb. I lay down on my stomach and lay Olivia on top of me. Thoughts whizzed through my brain, I got up four times that day to feed Olivia, returning each time to my bed. No one bothered me that day until I heard my window open, expecting Reilly I gave a small smile. Vic crawled through my window. He giggled to himself quietly.
"What's so funny?" I asked, sitting up. He looked at, at least I think he did, the hair once again fell into his face.
"Hey there Wyatt!" he yelled with a grin. I squinted at him and tilted my head.
"Are you drunk?" I asked with amazement.
"Among other things," he said happily.
"What is that supposed to mean?" I asked cautiously.
"It's called ecstasy brother and it sets you free!" he said with a huge grin. I looked at him with disbelief.
"Go to bed, don't let anyone see you. I won't tell on you, but I will deal with you later!" I commanded, his smile lessened and he skipped to his room. I set Olivia on my bed and walked to Marc's room, I knocked on it lightly. No response.
"Marc?" I whispered. Nothing.
"Marcus?" I asked a little louder. Not a noise.
"Marc! Marc are you in there?" I yelled. I grabbed the doorknob and twisted and pushed lightly. It was locked. I orbed into the dark room and squinted at the darkness. I walked further, wading through clothes and magazines. I tripped over a pile, stood quickly and reached for the light. I glanced down at the messy floor and saw my little brother lying there motionless. Empty pill bottles were scattered around him and blood stained the carpet. I felt my heart tighten.
TO BE CONTINUED.
"You wouldn't understand Wyatt. It's not your business," he growled. He quickly turned and grabbed a towel from beneath the sink, he wrapped it firmly around his arm. The 'Help' was obscured, but the effect of the word still hung around my mind as clear as the word itself.
"How do you know that I wouldn't understand unless you talk to me about it? I won't tell mom on one condition, that you tell me what's bothering you," I stated seriously. Marcus looked up at me and his sleepy eyes rolled slowly around, showing his lack of interest in my offer.
"I did it because it makes me feel better. I didn't write help because I wanted it, it's just the first word that came to mind. Now will you screw off and leave me alone?" he asked bluntly. I looked towards my room, dark, inviting and quiet, there weren't problems in my room, maybe I shouldn't have left my room. Foot falls quietly approached the bathroom and I slammed the door quickly shut. Marc's face drained further of color. A knock on the door caused him to wince, Olivia opened her eyes and screamed a cry and then whimpered at me.
"Hello? Wyatt is that you?" Aunt Paige's voice asked sleepily.
"Yeah, I'm just cleaning off Olivia, she spit up," I lied. Marcus looked relieved and continued to wrap towels around his arm.
"Okay, just making sure everything is okay...good night," she mumbled. As soon as the halls were quiet, Marcus pushed past me and ran to his room. I fed Olivia and returned to bed. For the rest of the night I lay awake thinking about life. I fell asleep as the sun was coming up and my dreams were filled with cancer, babies and blood. Then it his me, that is Reilly did. I sat up and rubbed the place on my cheek where her palm had struck and sleeping stared at her.
"What..?" I started, feeling confused.
"I hate you..but you are not getting rid of me easily, you are going to pay me back for what you've done!" she said firmly.
"I am so sorry Reilly, you have..." I started and then was cut off by her lips.
"Save it," she said, she slipped out my window and I smiled. That was the first thing that week that had gone good. It was then I noticed that my basinet was empty. I jumped out of bed and raced down the stairs. Mom was sitting alone in the living room rocking Olivia and crying. I noticed that her wedding ring was on the table in front of her.
"He left, didn't he?" I asked softly. She nodded and started humming to Olivia.
"Mom, can I go to the.oh never mind," Vic said, pushing the hair from his eyes. Mom stood and used her free arm to wipe the tears from her eyes. My admiration for the woman that brought me into this world grew as she smiled bravely.
"Hey baby, what did you want?" she asked. Vic paused for a moment and glanced at me for an answer, I shrugged.
"Can I go out with Billy and Rick?" he asked. Mom smiled and nodded, Vic's hair fell into his eyes and he gave a small smile and ran out the front door.
"Mom, we're going to be fine without him. He's left before, he'll come back again," I said. She looked at me seriously.
"The doctor called..I may not be here when he gets back," she said sadly. I gasped and threw my hands towards her. My blue light shone softly with healing.
"Where mom? Where is it, I can make it better!" I exclaimed. She shook her head slowly.
"I did it to myself honey," she explained. I searched her brown eyes for an answer.
"How?" I asked my confusion building.
"I knew it was coming, I really can't tell you how. But I don't have long to go baby," she said slowly. I shook my head quickly.
"No. No you're wrong, we are going to get you chemotherapy or whatever else we can do, a spell or a potion! Anything, I'll do anything!" I swore.
"I'm going to die no matter what you do Wyatt. I'm sorry but I can't tell you anything else. I love you," she said in a whisper.
"You are not leaving us!" Marcus screamed from behind us. He had been standing in the archway, leading to the room. His eyes were filled with tears. Mom looked startled and handed Olivia to me. She stood and wrapped her arms around Marcus. Marcus stood solid and didn't return her hug. Instead he walked up the stairs and slammed his door. I walked up to my own room and felt my body go numb. I lay down on my stomach and lay Olivia on top of me. Thoughts whizzed through my brain, I got up four times that day to feed Olivia, returning each time to my bed. No one bothered me that day until I heard my window open, expecting Reilly I gave a small smile. Vic crawled through my window. He giggled to himself quietly.
"What's so funny?" I asked, sitting up. He looked at, at least I think he did, the hair once again fell into his face.
"Hey there Wyatt!" he yelled with a grin. I squinted at him and tilted my head.
"Are you drunk?" I asked with amazement.
"Among other things," he said happily.
"What is that supposed to mean?" I asked cautiously.
"It's called ecstasy brother and it sets you free!" he said with a huge grin. I looked at him with disbelief.
"Go to bed, don't let anyone see you. I won't tell on you, but I will deal with you later!" I commanded, his smile lessened and he skipped to his room. I set Olivia on my bed and walked to Marc's room, I knocked on it lightly. No response.
"Marc?" I whispered. Nothing.
"Marcus?" I asked a little louder. Not a noise.
"Marc! Marc are you in there?" I yelled. I grabbed the doorknob and twisted and pushed lightly. It was locked. I orbed into the dark room and squinted at the darkness. I walked further, wading through clothes and magazines. I tripped over a pile, stood quickly and reached for the light. I glanced down at the messy floor and saw my little brother lying there motionless. Empty pill bottles were scattered around him and blood stained the carpet. I felt my heart tighten.
TO BE CONTINUED.