Mother of God, Eli you're breaking my heart. Like, really, why you lie and say I'm on your level I can't do this. You're too awesome, read your story then read mine. Cannot compute.
Part IV ♢ She was in the living room playing with her fourteen year old brother. Her mother cooking porridge as her father gets in the wooden door carrying the deer that he had just hunted down. "Poppa!" She squeaked as she left her brother in the living room and jumped on him causing the animal to fall down. He gave her a quick peck and embraced her, "Baby..." he said. "Did you get anything for me?" Her cute, little sweet voice made her father smile to the fullest. He put her down and reached for his backpack. "Here you go sweetie... a Lavender." He handed it to her as her smile enlightened the whole household. "Put it here poppa!" She said as she swayed gracefully and tucked her hair behind her right ear. Her dad reached for her when suddenly a loud boom on the door violently crashed. "Go! Go!" Her father screamed as he ran his hand over his stubble. She was afraid, her little heart was beating rapidly as she ran to her brother. She looked back at her father and his wet black hair swayed in every move of his. The man in a black coat and black sunglasses was hitting her father, from the upper to the lower, trying to worn him out. She screamed a painful cry, POPPA! Her father looked at her in deep awe. Blood stained his ragged dirty White shirt and he was spitting a lot of blood too. Tears streamed down his face as he hollered GO, AND NEVER LOOK BACK. PROMISE ME. Before she could speak, she saw her own father getting murdered. The man in a coat smirked as he stabbed his father more than one time. And then her brother dragged her forcefully to their little, comfortable room where their mother also ran to. "Run. You gotta run! Go!" Her mother whispered loudly at the two of them. "No momma!" Her brother said. Her blonde hair covered her face as she shed tears, her pain showing in her movement. "Go. You have to!" She moved swiftly to the backdoor in our room. Since our cabin was small, the backdoor was just located in there. "GO!" "No momma! I'm not leaving you!" His brother screamed. "Momma..." She shivered in fear. Her mother shook her head vigorously. "Hide inside the cabinet!" She pointed. The cabinet was made by her father, the rough and smooth details were perfectly crafted. She ran to the cabinet, opened it and went in, while her brother who was behind her closed her inside. "Brother!!" She kicked the door several times. He groaned in pain, "Stop it! Stay there! You'll be safe, I promise!" She stopped kicking and moaned as she cried. She felt uncontrollably sad. It was torture to see her father die in front of her eyes. "GO! RUN!" She heard her mother scream so loud that it almost deafened her. "Mom!" Her brother screamed. "You filthy ********!" She couldn't take it anymore so she kicked the cabinet door open, one more time when she saw her mother, dead on the bed. Blood everywhere. On the floor, in her body... Literally... EVERYWHERE. "Brother..." she sobbed. "Go, just go!" He screamed as he held their mother on his arms. She joined in and cried rivers of tears. She hugged her mother tightly that the blood stained her ravishing White dress. "Go." He chanted many times. "No, brother! Not until you come with me!" "Are you kids done yet?" Another man beside the man with a coat said in his British accent. He was wearing a Suit. Strange, isn't it? The man in coat smirked, "Should I kill them too?" The man with a British accent smirked again and nod. She stood up swiftly and opened the back door. "Brother let's go!" He ran to her and pushed her outside and locked the door. She screamed and kicked the door furiously as she heard gun shots multiple times. Poppa... Momma... Brother... Her little heart was breaking to pieces. Her painful experience made her run. She ran swiftly, now following what they said. She wouldn't want to disappoint them would they? But it's over... She has no family now. No one for her. No one at all... I open my eyes in a heartbeat, feeling my sweat on my skin. I look around me and see everything in a normal state. Was everything just a dream? I glance at my digital alarm clock and sighed in relief, It really was just a dream. I grab my comforter and wrap myself around it. I look around hoping everything is still. I'm scared, I admit. The dreams are getting too serious that I can't take it anymore. Is anything wrong with me? I feel my heart pounding as I feel a cold wind pass by. Not the normal wind; the wind of death. That heavy feeling, that burden in your heart. That's what that kind of wind gives me. It frightens me so much that I can't barely breathe. I grit my teeth together and shut my eyes close. I breathe in and out, hoping to find myself awake about three hours from now. It's my birthday today, yet a nightmare visits me? Ridiculous. Isn't it suppose to be a fun day for me? I shake my thoughts off my mind and begin to fall asleep little by little.
Part V ♢ I open my eyes and rub them gently. It's time to go downstairs. Just in time before leaving my bed, someone knocks on the door and the doorknob twists slowly. My brother's face lights up my morning, his radiant smile shines through me and a charming smile forms his lips, "Good morning, Eli. Happy birthday." I slide out of my bed and hug him tight. "Thank you, Terrence." I feel happy just being in his arms. The warm and gentle feeling spread all over my body. The both of us sits on my bed, talking about how his college life was going and how my idiotic high school life is doing, also nonsense and logical stuff. It is really great talking to him about anything. I rest my head on his lap as he is resting his back on the bed frame. He runs his fingers down my hair, humming me our favourite song, You Belong To Me by The Duprees. "Brother..." I smile as my eyes are shut. I can feel his stare and I continue, "I love you." He laugh a melodic sound, "I love you..." he pause and the silence overwhelms me; as I am about to move he speaks again, "more than you ever know." For some reason, that made me blush hard. I open my eyes and find him also blushing looking away. Is what I see real? Or maybe I'm just crazy? I laugh at myself for thinking idiotic thoughts. I take my pillow and hide under it. I hear him laugh once more and I peek at him. "What's wrong?" I shake my head slowly and giggle, "Nothing." After all that happened we went downstairs and found a surprising visit. No, not Samantha... But someone we have feared since young. Grandma Ursula. ------ Pretty short. 'Cause I haven't been feeling depressed or insane these last few weeks. Practice made me busy. Enjoy.