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I hope this is the end of the chapters. I really would like to get this over with. LOL. Then again, another chapter would sum it up. Not really, just read. Enjoy.

Chapter 8: My home

I gave a small sigh as I let my cry take over me. I was now in tears. Noodle was already moving to my side. She took hold of me and then held me. She wrapped me into a hug that I found comforting. I needed it. I needed to cry. I wanted this. But, not from this place. I wanted my parents. I wanted my home. I wanted my room. I said in a sobbing voice, "I want to go home. Do I have a home anymore?"

Noodle gave me a squeeze, "You do. But, I don't think you should go home." She said it in a low tone. She let me cry on her shoulder, then she said gently, "Stay here with me. Please?" She said it in a very pleading tone. I looked at her, "What?"

She looked at me, "Stay here. With me." She said it in a very seductive way. I looked down at the book, "I can't. I have to go home. I have to make sure my family is okay. I need to know if they are still alive." I let her arms fall from me.

Noodle backed away, "They are fine."

I looked at her, in the eyes. She held my gaze. "I have to go home. Let me go home." I got up. "I wanna go home."

Noodle made a sad face, "No. I…Love…you." She paused.

I was in aw. I didn't believe that she, the major band player was saying this. She was saying that she loved me. I wanted to tell her I loved her. I wanted to tell her that I felt the same way. I wanted to say that she and I should be together, but my brother was in my mind. I couldn't love. I would never love. "I don't. I mean, I can't return your affection. I just, I love my brother. I lost the person I loved. I wont ever love again." I paused and let my self-say it aloud, "I am sorry."

Noodle gasped. She was not expecting this. She didn't know. She thought I was going to be with her. I wasn't I couldn't. I wouldn't. I would only let her down in the end. I was hell. I was nothing. I couldn't be with her. I turned. I couldn't say a thing to her. I wasn't able to. I was dizzy. I felt dizzy, too dizzy. I fell to the ground. I was warm, yet, so cold. I was no were where I should be.

I slowly woke. I could hear the steady beep of a machine. It was a rhythm. I liked the sound for some reason. It told me that I was alive. It said that I was somewhere where people I knew where. I looked to my side. I let my eyes adjust. I saw a white room. I realized that I was in a hospital. I smiled. I then said, "Mom! Dad!" I yelled it aloud. I hoped someone I didn't know, someone in a white suit would come into the room.

A nurse! A nurse came into the room. She was young and beautiful, I smiled. Then I frowned, "Where are my parents?"

The nurse smiled, "They are here. I will go get them."

She began to walk away. But, I grabbed her arm, "Were is my brother? Alex?"

The nurse gave me a small smile. It was forced, it was fake, "He is dead. He died in the accident. I am sorry." She walked to the side and took off of the shelf a small book, well, more like a binder. She gave it to me, "I think this is for you." She blinked.

Then, she left the room. I was alone with the binder. This was the first time I was going to open it. It was a gift that my brother had made for me before he died. I slowly opened the book. The first picture I saw was of me with him. We were inside of a brotherly sisterly lock of love. A caring one. One that could not be broken.

I looked at the rest of the book. I flipped through the pages. I was sad as I looked through it. I remembered things about my brother that I myself had forgotten. I smiled at myself as I watched the frozen stone pictures as I skimmed through.

I came to the last one. The one that was the one that held my heart. It was a picture of my brother in a car. It was from the day he died. He had taken it while I was driving I suppose. His hair was flowing in the wind. He had the same innocent look on his face that he was born with. I had a quick thought. It was one that still propels me to this day. It is this: How the hell did he get that picture, if he died that day?

I looked below the picture. It said; Reanin, I will always love you. We share a bond that can never be broken. Never. Not even in death.

The end.

I do not know if I am going to make the second part. I have a part made up that her brother is still alive. Maybe. But I don't know if I am going to make it. Also, I am sorry that I didn't make it really detailed. I wanted to make a more detailed explanation of everything. But, I was kind of in a hurry. Well, anyway, I hope you liked this. Send me reviews. Bye. Special thanks to: Bucket Girl/ Silent Bloody Cold Tears/ and a lot from ginacartoon. Thanks all of you.

-D.D.Darkwriter

We do not know how important life is until the end. When the end comes, then we realize how we really do need it.