Guys. I don't know what I did with this chapter, so yeah. Hope you like it, its a little over dramatic, but yeah guys! Hope you enjoy.
Oh, um, guys so I used to have cancer, and tomorrow I'm going to head off to be checked and have a bunch of MRIs so, I will either update sooner or not quickly at all.
For the most recent week I hid from Sam and hung out with Fang. As I was walking down the halls of the school I watched as he passed me. He looked very drawn off and distinct. Examining closer I saw small slashes on his wrists. That was it. I stomped over to him.
"I have 2 minutes to get to class." He uttered, avoiding my eyes. Quickly I grabbed his arm.
"Then you have exactly 2 minutes to explain this." I stated. He tried to tug away.
"1 minute." I said, "Tick-tock. Tick-tock." I sang.
"Oh!" He laughed, "Drama class I played a bullied kid." He said pulling his jacket sleeve down.
I wanted to hug him. To pull him close and tell him how sorry I was. But another half of me screamed about all the things he did. My eyes slowly glanced down to my bandaged arm then flung back up.
"I'm sorry about that." He breathed out.
"About what?" I laughed, as if I didn't know.
"I'm just- I worry about you all the time. Y-You forgive me right?"
"Of course!" I laughed. I watched as a man with a ski mask on ran through the doors.
"Couldn't find the ski slopes, buddy?" I addressed him.
"Thats it!" He yelled pulling a gun from his pocket and pointing it at me.
"Woah! Calm down it was a joke!" I responded.
"Every thing is just a joke with you!" He yelled.
"I don't even know you!" I reacted.
"To hell you don't!" He shouted, pulling off his ski mask.
"NO! You're supposed to be in prison!" I was terrified by my father, now standing in front of me.
"Honey, I'm ho-o-me!" Laughed Jeb.
"Please, don't hurt me." I blubbered.
"Oh, don't hurt me," He mimicked, "Sounds exactly like the day I killed your brother."
The pang of heart ache struck me hard. I felt the breath knock out of me.
"You monster!" I screamed, slapping him with the back of his hand and ripping the gun out of it. He was taken by surprise. I knew otherwise he would have taken me down. Suddenly police burst through the door and all jumped on him.
"I'll come back for you Maxy! You can bet I'll be back! You'll reap what you sow!" He yelled as he was being dragged away.
I flipped him off as he left.
"Um... Who was that?" Sighed Sam.
"My... My dad..." I avoided his wide eyes.
"And he... You had a brother?" Sam asked. I couldn't say he was dumb for asking. I would too. But it kinda hurt.
"Um... Yeah, his name was Ari..." I said, "He was seven. I was eight."
Ari sat cross legged in front of me, putting together a house with legos. I ran in with my dolls.
"Ari! Ari!" I giggled, "Can my dolls live in your house?"
He smiled and nodded. He began to stacked the legos higher. I walked my barbies into his house and we laughed. I loved it.
He picked up my male doll and brought him into the house. We spoke in different accents for a while and laughed.
"I'll always love you Ari." I giggled.
He and I talked for a bit when we heard shouting from our parents.
"WHY ARE YOU EVEN HERE?!" My mom screamed.
Ari and I quickly hid in our wardrobe, like we always did when they fought.
Suddenly we heard a gun shot. I quickly covered Ari's mouth before he screamed. My mom did that for us.
"Where are the children?!" Jeb yelled.
"No! Don't you touch them!" We heard our mom gasp out.
We heard the door bust open. I bit my lip and tried to slow my breathing.
"Children... Oh, children... Where are you?" Jeb breathed heavily. We heard him search the room. As I watched him through the crack in the wardrobe, I saw him begin to leave. I slowly opened the door of the wardrobe and Jeb burst back in the room.
"There you are!" He yelled. He began to cock the gun.
"No!" I screamed, "Please, don't hurt me!" I screamed as he pointed the gun at me.
"Okay." He laughed, "Then I'll hurt him."
He shot the gun and with a bang I watched my brother collapse on me, the walls red. (A/N: Dude, that was gruesome... Grody... Were not doing that again.)
"NO!" I screamed, my voice getting hoarse towards the end, "NO! GIVE HIM BACK! GIVE ME MY BROTHER BACK!"
I was crying so hard I couldn't breathe straight. I had a head ache and could barely see.
"I HATE YOU!" I screamed. Just then, the police burst in, and he was knocked to the ground. An officer picked me up and had set me on the hospital bed of my mom's. I watched as they covered the body of my brothers. Little did I know that my mom was pregnant with another girl at the time.
"I blamed myself ever since." I thought it was my fault because I had told him not to shoot me, so he went after my brother instead. All because I couldn't be courageous enough to face a bullet.
"But how could you blame yourself?" Sam asked.
"How couldn't I?" I breathed.
"Because its not your fault." He said.
"Ever since I was little I was bad luck for every one. Did you know my mom was going to have twins when she had me? The other baby died before he was born. When I was six I was riding my bike with my friend, she rode on the other side of me, on the sidewalk because I knew she was scared of cars. A car was driving past when a dog came out and the car swerved and missed me and hit my friend. She lived but she was dangerously hurt. I cause so much pain to everyone I'm around!" I felt tears burning my eyes.
"Doesn't sound like you cause bad luck, it sounds like your very lucky." Sam said, smiling at me.
"Watch you're going to collapse dead in five seconds." I laughed in tears.
"I'll always be here. Try to kill me as much as you wish." He chuckled.
He looked at me and my eyes looked at his and I smiled. Slowly and looking at me for permission he leaned in. I didn't really give it to him, but he kissed me. I stood there for a moment then pulled away, taking his hands off my waist.
"Not now, okay?" I said, "I just... Too much on my plate..."
I ran off as the late bell rang, leaving him standing there dumb founded.
I came home quickly after. I had to tell my mom. When I did so she cried and hugged me.
"He'll never touch you."