I
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Yes he is dead. And Yeah, I'm
sorry.
I don't WANT to kill him, it's just the way the story
goes.
People ARE going to die, and he just happened
to be one
of them. So if you don't like what your reading then,
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Last Chapter (Ch.5)
Then I thought of Jared, and the tears came faster. He was gone, he was gone and couldn't come back. Poor Melanie… after all she's been through, and now this. I gulping and wiped my tears with my hand.
Things could only get better. I concluded. Right?
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Chapter 6 – Remembered
I yawned and stretched as I woke up the next day. The clouds gray and gloomy, threatening to spill over. I looked over at Melanie, sleeping calmly on the other bed. Then Sunny, who was curled into a ball on the couch. I sighed; these were my last remains of my family. Some are gone, some… I just don't know what happened to. I can only hope that the others who were able to escape are safe right now. Oh, Jamie. I hope he's okay…
"Jared?" The voice of my sister asked, sitting up quickly. Her hair sticking out in every direction, her voice thick with sleep.
"Melanie," I whispered as I sat beside her, she looked at me franticly, "Melanie, you should lay down."
She shook her head at me, "I've been sleeping for too long. Where's Jared?"
"Melanie…" I took her hand, "Melanie, he was already gone by the time we got there."
She stared at me, as if she was waiting for the punch line, but there was none. Her eyes turned from confusion, to rage, then to sorrow, and they filled with tears. Quiet sobs erupted from her chest, and I pulled her into my arms. Though I am smaller, I managed perfectly.
"No, no, no, no." She sobbed into me, I rubbed her back soothingly, and still the sobs did not end.
"Wanda?" Sunny asked, looking around.
"Here," I answered her. Her eyes fell into Melanie, sobbing brokenly.
"Oh no." Sunny whispered and she instantly stood up and sat on the bed with us. We were sitting in a small triangle, we could see all the hurt expressions of each other. All the misery we have inside of us, showed through our eyes. Sunny, for Kyle, Melanie, for Jared, and me, for Ian. That hit that nerve, my heart felt as if it was being twisted and stabbed. That longing inside of me bubbled up again, and soon enough. I was crying along with Melanie.
"No, no. You guys don't cry!" Sunny exclaimed. "Really! I can't take anymore crying!"
Melanie and I did not listen, we sobbed our pain away, even though I think this type of pain will never go away.
"Guys," Sunny moaned, "Please don't cry…you're going to make me-"Her voice broke twice, and then she joined our little pity fest. Her tears ran fast down her cheeks, as did mine and Melanie's.
How pitiful we must have looked. Three girls, crying on a bed. There sobs so broken it could break your heart. It seemed quite ironic actually, how we were able to find each other, and loose our loved one in the same time. Kyle, Jared, and Ian, gone. They are gone. Others fate worst then the other, but that did not matter. What matter is, my Ian, is gone. This brought a new round of tears to my eyes.
"Ian," I sobbed into my hands. "Ian, please come back." But I know it's no use, he was not ever going to come back. Sunny leaned on my shoulder, her tears streaking my shirt, but that did not matter. Melanie on my other side, whimpering loudly, also buried her head on my other shoulder. So I buried my own head atop of theirs, my arms winding around them, keeping them close.
"We still have each other," I whispered to them softly. "You know…it's kind of funny."
They both stopped to look- no glare- at me.
"No not that, I meant. Out of everyone, your guys are crying on me. I'm the smallest one, and you guys cry on me." I laughed hysterically. I couldn't stop laughing, it wasn't even that funny.
Sunny and Melanie exchanged confused glances, making me laugh harder.
"I think she's in shock?" Sunny suggested, I continued to laugh, and the tears still continued to fall.
"Uhh…" Melanie said as she watched me roll onto the floor, grasping my stomach, laughing as if I had heard the world's funniest joke.
"What should we do?" Sunny whispered to Melanie.
"We could…throw water on her?" She suggested, making me laughing even harder if that was possible.
"Too messy."
"Slap her?"
"Perfect."
Melanie reach over to me, and slapped me on the head. My laughing stopped abruptly. I stared at them, smiling.
"Sorry," I said, then stood. I wiped the tears from my face, and they did too.
"God, we're so pathetic." Melanie whispered.
I sighed and nodded, "We should probably get breakfast."
"I'll do that," Sunny volunteered, "You can stay with Melanie."
I sat up and watched her go, shutting the door behind her. I looked at Melanie who was staring at the wall.
"You should take a shower." I told her quietly. She nodded and walked to the washroom, seconds later I heard the shower on. I sighed and rolled on my stomach. I lay my head in the bed, just laying there. I shut my eyes, and my dreams started.
Dream seems to be an understatement, I wasn't having a dream, I was having a nightmare.
"Ian!" I called, as I watched him being slapped in the face by a Seeker. The dream seemed to pick up where I left off. Ian was slammed onto a metal table on his stomach. His face turned towards me, his eyes closed. I felt helpless, I tried to make myself move, but nothing happened. I cried out in horror as I saw the Healer head towards him.
"No!" I shouted, as the Healer put on his gloves and took a scalpel and was just about to make that dreadful cut into Ian. I saw the tank behind him, and the soul inside.
"Wander…"I heard Ian whisper. "I love-"The Healer plunged the scalpel into his neck, and his words were stopped.
Then suddenly I was in a new scene. We were back at the caves, back when things were living peacefully. We were in our room, just sitting on the bed in each other's arms. Ian was holding me on his lap, and the nightmare instantly turned back into a dream. He smiled down at me, making me smile in return. He stroked my hair and kissed my forehead. I buried my head into his chest, breathing him in. It seemed so long ago, though I know it has probably only been days. It's amazing how that one person can make your heart twist and scar just by leaving. The rope that tied us together has been cut and stepped on. And neither of us could do anything about it.
Then again, I was back at the hospital, Ian never getting to finish his sentence. Never getting to say the last word. I know he loved me, I know it. It's just the three words I've been longing to hear. The scene began to replay again in my mind.
"I love you Ian. I swear I do. I'll never stop, I promise." I yelled to him, though I already knew his answer.
"Wanderer, be strong. I love-"He started then a loud slap stopped him.
I shot up instantly, my eyes flashing open. My heart was thumping quickly. I felt myself shaking and the tears once again started to fall.
"You," I whispered, Melanie and Sunny looked up from the table where they were eating.
"You, Ian. That's all. You." I whimpered. Melanie got up and put her arms around me. I sobbed even more than I had before, my shoulder heaving up and down under Melanie's arm.
"It's 'you'!" I shouted, "It's not that hard to say!"
I buried my head in Melanie's chest, as she patted my back, talking to me calmly.
"Wanderer?" She whispered my full name, "Do you want to tell me about it."
"He didn't say it," I whimpered instantly, "He didn't say 'you'!" I shouted now.
Melanie flinched but did not move, "He just didn't say it." I whispered now.
The tears slowly coming to a stop. I pulled myself away from Melanie and stared at her calmly.
"He just…didn't say 'you'." I said to her, she stared at me in confusion.
"He…" I sighed, "He only said 'I' and 'love', he forgot the 'you'." I whispered. Melanie's face turned solemn.
"Oh Wanda," She whispered and hugged me tightly. I sighed and pulled away. "You know he loves you."
"Does he? Does he really." I snapped at her bitterly, my sadness overwhelming me. "He's gone! He doesn't love me anymore! He's gone. So there's no one left to love me."
They both watched me head to the washroom and slam the door behind me. I gripped the counter, and inhaled deeply. My tears hit the counter like bullets, and I stared at my reflection. My eyes were red with black circles under them. My face look thin and unhealthy, my blonde hair was messy and tangled. Over all, I looked lifeless. Like I was empty. In a way I was. With a grunt I turned on the shower and got in. Letting the hot water sooth my aches. I leaned my head back and sighed.
I'm not sure what will lie ahead, I just know I have no choice but to go along with it.
