The End of it all
Saving Him
The loud music coming from the stereo downstairs could probably be heard a couple of blocks away. I don't even like this type of music and yet I am dancing around pretending to have a great time. Once again I ask myself why. Why am I here but then I remember what it was like before. Mom always said to be an individual, but that didn't mean happiness all that lead to was being bullied at school. Since I started hanging around with Josh and his friends my social life has been much better. One of the things I had to forego as a part of joining his gang was associating with my brother. They hated him.
Even now as I stand here pretending to enjoy myself I feel a twinge like something is wrong. I reach out with my senses trying to find the source of my unease. Mom and the aunts were at home, probably wondering where I was. Dad was up there, most likely bat a meeting. Then it hit me. Where was Chris? I could feel that he was alive but I could not find him. Concentrating hard I searched again for him. Nothing. I couldn't find him anywhere. I started panicking, where was he?
Putting down my cup of beer I walked out of the house. I ignored my friends as I passed them; my little brother was more important right now. As I reached the door I pulled it open and strode outside. Once I was out of sight I orbed. I didn't know where I was going; instead I let my instincts guide me.
I remerged on top of the Golden Gate Bridge. The sight that greeted me was more horrifying than I had ever seen before. Chris was plummeting to the ground. Without thinking I reached out and telekinetically slowed his descent. I realized that if I orb him now there would be a lot of questions. Luckily I slow him enough that the impact does not kill him. I hear sickening thud as Chris collides with the bonnet of a car.
I stay up here as an ambulance rushes him from the site of the accident. Looking at my feet I see that I am standing in pool of blood. My sneakers are drenched in it. Next to me is an athame. It also is covered in blood. That athame was not demonic; no it was just like the ones that Chris conjures. He did it to himself. Once again I am asking myself why. Picking up the athame I orb to the hospital ready to help Chris in anyway I can.
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