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I hope you all are enjoying this. Please send reviews. Ha. "Come on D.D., they don't wanna hear ya talk, get to the story!" That was Noodle.
Chapter 7: My brother
My hands went to my side. They clenched onto nothing. They were terrified to hold onto the book. They probably knew. I didn't have to look at Noodle, I knew she was waiting. She wanted me to hold the book. Grab it. 'Find out. See how I died sis,' I heard in my head. It was he, my brother. I let my hands slowly glide to the binder. 'Hold me.' It said in a very small beautiful voice. 'Let me live one last time in you.' My brother said. I was crying at the sound of his voice. I grabbed the binder. My hands would never let it go.
I saw him. Like a rewind. Like a story that I was reading. The story was going to read itself now. I was driving the car. It was like a dream. I could see my brother, I was myself. I drove the car, but I had no control. I was paralyzed. I looked at him. I had to smile. Seeing my brother again. It was good. I had seen this before though, then he said it. He said, "I love you sis. We should be best friends forever." He said.
I didn't want to say it. I wanted to say something else. I wanted to turn the car around. Instead, I said, "Best friends. Forever."
I thought to myself, 'Please, don't say it. Don't make me promise you. Don't make me say it.'
He looked at me. He grew serious, "Tomorrow, will you take me to the zoo? Please? I want to take some pictures so that I will have some more for my photo book." He said pleadingly.
I felt like crying. But I didn't I just said, "Okay, its final. Tomorrow, we go to the zoo. Promise." I said in a very serious voice. I was screaming at myself. I was yelling at myself saying, 'NO! You liar! Don't say that! You bastard!'
He gave me another serious look, "You promise? You wont run off with any of your friends? You will only hang out with me tomorrow?" He sounded desperate.
I tried to grid my teeth, but the smile he was giving me made me say to him in another lie that would never come true, "I promise."
I could see his happy face. His smile, his angelic smile. They one that I was about to never see again. The one that one of Noodle's sisters, or brothers would take from me, from him, from the world, forever.
I looked in the road. I knew what I was going to see. A person. I only knew now what the person, or who it was. It was one of Noodle's brothers or sisters. I swerved the car. The car screeched and went to the side. The car fell into a ditch. Not a deep one, but not a very small one either. I was in blackness. I could hear him. I could hear my brother. He was screaming. My hands and body came to life. While in this dream world I was trying to let go, in the real world, I was trying to hold on. My hands refused to let go of the book. The binder.
I tore away from the car, and found that I was buried into the air bag of the car. The darkness was an air bag? I didn't want to look, I really didn't. But, the sound of my brother screaming my name was enough. I looked to the side. The car seat he was supposed to be in held him. I suddenly wished I hadn't looked. He was bloodied all over. His air bag had failed. I saw him trying to take off his seat belt. In his face, glass, in his gorgeous angel face was sharp tearing shards of glass. One was in his eye. He was bleeding everywhere. I was torn. I was ripping through my car, trying to reach him. He was also covered in glass. His hands were covered in it from when he had tried to shield himself from the sharp shards. He was now screaming in pain, "Reanin, Reanin, please, help me!" He was crying. His sobs. So loud. I was trying to climb over the seat to my brother. There was no way I could though.
I screamed, "Alex! No!" I was screaming his name. Alex. Alex was his name. His name rang out. But just before I could say it again, some opened his door. They tore him out of his seat. The person dragged him out of the car, he was still yelling. I could hear him yelling at them to stop. I turned and found someone looking at me. They were wearing a mask, it showed their eyes, cold and sick. These people had no love, they had nothing. Now, they were going to take away from me what gave me my life. The person dragged me out of the car now and held on to me. They were holding on firm. They had a good grip on me. I had no way of getting out of this person's grip. I was trapped.
The person held me a few feet away from where my brother was being held. He looked, like he was dieing. I thought I would never see this. I thought I would never have to go through something like this. I thought wrong. I was watching my brother being pulled to his feet, forced to stand on ankles that where weak. One of his ankles had some how been twisted. You could see the bone poke out from the skin. A flash of blood trickled down his face. They held him in place.
Suddenly one of them spoke, "Help us Reanin. Come and work for us. We need your eyes. We need them to use on our enemies." It was a male voice. The sound of his voice sounded evil. I gave another struggle, "Let him go! He is just a kid." I was crying.
Alex was sobbing. He was trying so hard to be strong, "Reanin. Sister." He said very lowly.
I struggled, kicking out with all of my might. I was successful and kicked the person who held me in the foot. He gave a small noise and then moved into a position where his one arm was around my neck and his other hand around my waist. He held on tight. He had also locked my arms into place. They were pinned to my side. I gave a small moan.
The masked man holding my brother spoke, "He doesn't have to die. Just say that you will come with us. We will make him all better." He sounded untrustworthy. I gave another look to my brother, "Anything." I said lowly.
The man smiled, "Good." He said.
I lowered my head and heard my brother give a small gasp. My head rose. My brother was at his mercy. The man brought out a knife. I said lowly, "God, please, no."
The man gave a laugh, "There is no god." Then, he slight my brother's through. He let go of him and let him fall to the ground. I was let go as well. I ran to my brother. I caught him before his gentle head hit the ground.
He gave me a smile, "Hi sis." I was crying. In tears. He looked at me and in one breath said, "I love you Reanin, you were the best sister." He faded out. I could no longer see the shimmer in his eyes. The brightness of his smile. The gentleness of his voice. He was no more. Blood took over his body. A stream of blood went over his eyes. He looked as if to be crying. He was. He had none no evil. He did no bad. He loved god. He was betrayed. I was betrayed, "Just…A…kid…" I slowly said. I turned to the 2 men who looked on at me as if I was nuts. They looked at me like I was nothing. Like I was holding on to nothing. They had no feelings. I bet that these men were only robots, that's what they seemed to be. Or, zombies, lifeless monsters. I stood. I had stopped crying, why should I cry? That is what they wanted, right? I let my anger begin.
Then, looked to the side of me. I think we could all hear the footsteps. The gentle footsteps of a feminine creature. She took steps that were precise. She could be heard coming, but not because she was loud, but because you could just sense her. I turned. Noodle. Noodle was wearing the same uniform. She looked like one of them. She couldn't be looked at fully. Somehow I knew though. I knew that she was her. I could tell it was her. I didn't have to see her face to know, I could just look at her silhouette and know. I gave myself a smile. But let her walk passed me. She gave me a wink as she did. Then, everything faded. I fell back into reality.
Reality was like a nightmare. I was back at the house I was not supposed to be in. I was back inside of the living, thriving, depriving world. I had lost everything. My brother, my life, my love. I let the book fall. Noodle caught it before it hit the ground. I sat there. I was letting my mind settle. I looked to my side. Noodle looked at the binder. She gave it back to me, "You should keep it. I think you would like it more." I grabbed it. This time, there was no flashback. There was no painful memory. Nothing. I gave a sigh, "I can't stay here."
End of chapter 7. I am going to try and make it so that chapter 8 is the last chapter. Also, thank you very much to all of the people who have been reviewing this story. Thanks. Even you guys and gals who have been sending them in secret. Well, anyway, I hope you all liked this chapter. It was a dozy to type up. As well as the next one will probably be.
-D.D.Darkwriter
Fallen is the only way that I can communicate with you. But, why do I find it hard to lose you.
