Title: Dead and Living
Rating: Teen
Disclaimer: Don't own it
Summery: What happens when it's Tru's turn to lay on the cart where the dead people go in the mourge? Can Jack save her? How did she die anyway? Will she die again? JH/TD
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"Oh," Davis whispered "Oh, God." he staggard backwards, throwing his amrs out to prevent falling, not noticing as Jacob sadly patted his shoulder as a way of offering his sorrow and exited the room, throwing one last sad look at the young brown haired female laying there, pale and in blood stained clothes. "Oh, Tru."
Meanwhile, Harrison was staring at the body of his sister with horrified eyes. His entire body was shaking and his brain seemed to stop proccessing any rational thoughts as he reached out his hand, carefully as if she'd suddenly come to life.
She didn't. Tears fell from his eyes, making there path down his cheeks, Harrison could faintly taste the salt on his dry lips, the small stinging feeling that was strangly comforting, strangly feeling good against the pain in his heart.
Tru lay there, head tilted to one side, the bullet wound was directly above her heart. Harrison let out a small whimper, placing his hand over his mouth to stop the scream that wanted to well up in his throat.
His sister was dead. Laying right infront of him with a bullet wound in her chest. Murdured. Someone had murdured his loving, life-saving sister for whatever reason. A reason that was not good enough no matter which way he could look at it. Suddenly the silence broke, filled with the pain of Tru's brother and friend.
"Tru...Tru. No. Wake up, damn it!" He fell to his knees, crying out in pain and clutching his cold sister's hand with a cold, numb hope that she'd clutch back.
She didn't.
Harrison stood abruptly, pulling the sheet futher down until he could see her jeans pocket, eyes straying back up to follow the pattern of blood that stained almost every inch of the top she was wearing. The buldge in her left pocket told him her cell phone hadn't been taken. He gently removed it and scrolled through her phone book. His eyes kept flicking back to Tru's body like it was a magnet and his eyes were magnetic. Already hating himself for referring to her body as if it was an it.
"Harry, what are you doing?" Davis asked quietly, glancing once at his companion but then returning his eyes to his dead best friend. A shiver running through his body as he once again saw the blood.
"Phoning Jack Harper" Came the quiet, defient voice. Davis opened his mouth to disagree, to tell him he was being an idiot, that Tru wouldn't want Jack there but then he realised exactly the reason for Jack Harper A.K.A Death to be there.
Harrison wanted Tru to ask for Jack's help.
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Right, i know the chapters are mega short but they will get longer, this just feels liket he right way to end it, i'm posingt the next chapter almost straight away anyhow.
Anyway, did you like it? C'mon people! Give me feedback so i can make it better, more realistic or is it fine just the way it is?