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~Steve~
I had a vision. No, a moment.
The only thing i remembered of my parents.
The annoncment.
"Please fasten your seat-belts. Brace for impact." |
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(The locket I guess affected all of us..giving us our own little horrific scene?) |
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(I was going for a "this faucet's here because of this" kinda thing, but okay >.>) |
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(I was going for why the moon was red,the grass is black,and why the people here have such hatred.) |
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(I was recovering the only memory he had of his parents.)
~Steve~
It was too much. With a huge shudder, i upheaved the contents of my stomach all over an area to the right of the blood fountain. |
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Reagan
I stared at the faucet, sick with horror. To many memories were coming back. To many. Disownage. Will, my younger brother. "No...No...I didn't mean too," I whispered, shaking my head. |
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~Steve~
I continued to vomit. Eventually, there was nothing left to come out, and i started to shake with cold, and fear. sobbing continued quietly. |
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Ike
I walked behind Reagan,"You alright?" I ask. |
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Reagan
I wiped the tears away and plastered a fake smile on my face. "Yeah, just fine," But my voice broke. I look down. |
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~Steve~
I stand up. Shaking. My eyes blurry from tears. I walk over to the faucet and turn it off. The lump in my jugular is swallowed.
It had all crashed down on me. What i was doing, where i was, my position. |
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Ike
"We can't stand around forever,we've got to move." I say softly. |
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Reagan
"Yeah, okay," I said, not meeting his eyes. |
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Ike
"I'm sorry.." I say sincerely,but we had to start moving.
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Reagan
"For what?" I ask quietly, as I push past him and begin walking through the grass, the locket bouncing gently against my chest. |
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Ike
"Well,that I opened the door." I admited. |
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Reagan
"Yeah, and I killed my brother," I said, turning around to face him. "That's why I was disowned, okay?" |
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Ike
"U...uhh....What?" I ask,not stepping back. |
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Reagan
I looked down, clenching my fist. "I killed my younger brother," I whispered. |
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Reagan
"I can't remember why, it's all a blur. I just remember darkness, bloody hands, and my dead brother beneath me. And the next day I was disowned," I said, wrapping my arms around me to block away the cold only felt by me. |
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~Steve~
I follow a little ways behind. Feeling lost. And cold. I try thinking of funny things to say, but it appears my sense of humor has abandoned me. Like my parents.
NO! They were only doing the best for me! |
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