letters to death }} Red stand alone

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[/size]our Days.

For four days I have watch- well listened- as my brother fought through hell to get back home.

Four days.

For four days I have listened as my family slowly fell apart around me. Four days was all it took to remove my brother- my friend- from my life permanently.

Four days.

Four days was all it took for me to truly find out what real pain was.

It all seemed to go past in a blur. I remember the justice building, as though it was only a few hours ago. I remember the way he had held me tight, I remember the sound of his pained voice as he apologise for slamming that door in my face. That stupid door. That door was the reason why we hadn’t talked in weeks. That door was the reason why- that when Storm left- I felt as though that he was leaving me with a anger and coldness in the place where there should have been love, where there should have been memories that left a smile of his face…But no. I had left him with memories of my tear streaked face, memories of my raging voice as I screamed at him, as I begged him to leave… maybe if I hadn’t of begged him to leave, maybe if I had just pushed down my own pride… then maybe it would not be as hard as it is now to hear the news that was being drilled into me like stones of coal.

The darkness around me seemed to hold me tighter; it seemed to drag away any light that tried to surface behind my sightless eyes. I felt as though my heart was being ripped in two, I felt as though a part of me was dying with the boy in the arena. I wasn’t able to watch, only hear, his dying screams, screams that filled me, that echoed endlessly through my thoughts. I had wanted to cover my ears, I had wanted to block out his last words, I had wanted to believe that this boy on screen, was not the boy who had promised to read to me… But my hands wouldn’t move, they were glued to my side… Storms dying voice the only thing that I could hear.

Was this what it was like for Fawn? When she had lost Jabber? Had the pain that filled her been so unbearable- the worst type of pain that she had ever endured? I shake my head as Storms small voice fills me ears. He says my name and my heart almost breaks… ”Storm!” I wanted to scream, ”Storm please, please hold on, please come home… please don’t die… please.” But the words don’t make it to my lips. I just fall to the ground, my small hand encircling my legs as I listen, as I take in every word that falls from my dying brother’s lips.

[/color]"Red, are you listening?” That’s when my whole world freezes. His voice is weak, my name barely escaping from his bloodied mouth. Yes, yes I am listening Storm, I am here for you, I always will be. Be strong. Be brave. ” I-I-I'm going to tell you that story you've longed to hear.” Tears fill my eyes… The story…. The story that he promised me. My mind flies back to the time when we were in the hallways, when he had promised to tell me a story, where he had promised that we would both escape into a world of fairies, into a world where it was just the two of us, where we were safe, where I could see…. But then I remember my angry voice, I remember Storm storming out of the room… My breath catches and a sob fills my body. "Once upon a time, there was a young boy that had a fairy that always followed him around. This fairy was his best friend. This young boy gathered together a lot of other children that would be young forever. They all wanted to be children for the rest of their lives.

"Every night the young boy and his fairy would set out on a mission to recruit new children to stay young. Some of the children would go with them. Most of them were young boys. As a matter of fact, they were all boys except one. On this particular night when they set out on their mission, they went to a home that had two young boys, and a young girl. The fairies sprinkled the magic fairy dust on them making them able to fly. They flew away from their house to fight against the bad guys. The young boy's fairy ended up dead to save his life. He cried and kept repeating over and over again that he believed in fairies. Each time a child spoke as they were trying to revive the fairy, the villains were unable to do anything. They started failing in the fights they were involved in.” Coughing fills the air, and I can only imagine the blood that would be dribbling down the side of his face, as his body slowly turned its lights out, slowly burnt away the last of his life. Silent tears slipped down my face. He was dying. Really dying. He wouldn’t be coming home- I would never see him again, I would never speak to him again- tell him how sorry I was… he would never be coming home… he was dying. Leaving me- but still fulfilling his promise

"'I do believe in fairies. I do. I do. I do believe in fairies. I do. I do.' He repeated it over and over because at one point he said he never believed in fairies. Each and every time he said that children around the world joined in with him as they muttered in their sleep slowly bringing the fairy back to life. The young boy was grateful. He flew back to the world where he stays young forever with his fairy by his side. He lives in the world that's perfect. No fighting goes on. Everyone is happy. Death doesn't exist in the place where he went to. They were all happily dancing around cheering for the revival of that fallen fairy. And they all lived happily ever after.”

His story finished and I knew what he was thinking- happy ever alter was just a lie… A lie that children a told, a ie that helps us avoid reality. No one ever lived happily ever after- we all died, what was happy about dying?

The tears fall more steadily down my cheeks and I fight back the urge to just burst into tears, I fight back the urge to howl like an animal. Storm, the only member of my family, who tried to treat me like a normal boy, like a boy who was not disabled was gone. He was gone. Gone forever.

Silence fills my ears.

Followed by the harsh bang of a cannon.

Silence.

He was gone.

He was dead.

My brother. My friend. Was dead.

Silently I cry, my body rocking backwards and forwards as I try and process the thought of having one less brother.
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We are like birds of a feather
We are two hearts joined together
We will be forever as one
My brother under the sun

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