A Short Story : A Story?

The sun was high in the sky, gleaming down on us. The air was breezy, but not cold. The day was ordinary, or so it seemed. But what was out of place? That would be my brother, the only person who could possibly get himself into such a situation, with his impossible ability to almost die, but just miss the mark. As he sat there on the ground with his back to us, legs sprawled out in front of him, we didn’t even realize that there was anything wrong. Hold on a second. Let’s rewind this just a little.

Todd and Aaron arrived at the hospital around the same time. They were sprinting past the cameras and media outlets who were bombarding them with questions. They didn’t care about any of their questions. All they cared about was their father who had been shot during a morning workout at the bus barn. When they reached the front desk, the nurse directed them to the private room they had for Ed in the back of the west hospital wing. When they finally reached the room Aaron pushed open the door that felt as if it weighed one hundred pounds. They entered the room and saw their mother sleeping in a chair near the corner of the room with bags under her eyes. Aaron and Todd peered inside and saw the end of a hospital bed. The rest of it was hidden behind a curtain.

I held open the door for the boy and he mumbled something inaudible as he shuffled past me. “It’s just sitting on that first pew over there,” I told the boy as I slowly began to pull the athame from having had it tucked away in my waistband. “Ah, man!” the boy exclaimed. “What the hell is that… did something die in here?”

Hange could still hear the low ringing in her ears once everything around her settled down. She had plenty of gas left to get herself out of the well, and to go where she needed to be afterward. She didn’t know how long she was knocked out for, but the dust from the blast settled down. The whole section of the town was destroyed and crumbled. Small smoke trails billowed from things that were turned to ash. She didn’t see any of her squad members. There was little chance of survival from something that powerful. Deep down Hange hoped that they managed to get far enough away, or even took cover, from the explosion.

“Oh come on Trent, go around the neighborhood with me!” I whined scrunching up my face. My brother looked down at the hard garage floor. He played with a leaf on the ground with his foot. The summer sunshine shone the tiny garage windows.

“Momma, momma, read it again!” little John Hawkins demanded from his ratty old bed as stars shimmered in his eyes. His mother, who sat at his bedside with a comic book in clutch, chuckled at his somewhat petulant behavior.

Moving around in the chair as if trying to get comfortable, Raymond asked, “What are you saying? Why am I here? I’ve done nothing wrong.”

"Andy, let's go, give me the gun." His shaky hands reach over to hand me the gun, but without a second to spare, he pulls the trigger, and I go down, everything surrounding me black and grim. With my last ounce of consciousness left, I hear the sound of shouts and a gun firing, and then, nothing.

Red clumps of blood filled his hair, escaping from his cracked skull. I wasn’t sure what to do, so I stood there not even thinking of solutions but rather what I’ve done. I could hardly hear my mom screaming through my unconscious mind.

Tell me, why are you here at my apartment again?” Lev asked as he cooked his uninvited guest something to eat. The food’s aroma quickly spreads through the small apartment his father had left him behind. It was a well-kept room – a narrow bed, a small table at the center, and some games piled up neatly in drawers. Leading outside is a small balcony with a mediocre view befitting the second floor of a 2 story building.

“We will be back at twelve. Don’t let any strangers in and let the dog out when you can,” said my mother. “Okay. I will, bye. love you.” I said quickly pushing them out the door. “Julia will be home around eleven to get her bag for Raelynn's house,”my mother said as she grabbed her purse. “yes I know. Bye!” I said once more.

“Mom, you’re not making any sense,” Herthe admitted. “Just tell the truth and get that weight off your shoulders. You always told me that, did you not? Besides, it can’t be that bad, can it?”

Now Jungkook had seen many interesting and strange things in his life. Skinny dippers, seaweed enthusiasts, people attempting to hold octopi, etc. However, catching someone in his fishing net was not something that had ever happened before. He stood there on the old dock, gaping at the captured boy.

Tears pour out as I sob uncontrollably. I walk around with grief and regret. I drag my feet along the chilly floor wandering around the house as if I was lost. I hold onto my pounding heart as tears fall from my eyes nonstop. I grasp the knob that leads to an empty room. I stare at the dull pink walls surrounding the room that used to be filled with joy and happiness, but it’s now a quiet place filled with dread. The whole house was filled with despair. I completely zone out and stumble upon a rock solid bed. Curling up I buried my tear stained face into a soft and fluffy pillow. Slowly my body starts to fall into a deep sleep. That night I did not have a breathtaking dream, but instead a memory. A memory that would forever leave a profound bruise on my soul.

I followed Michael into the first room we saw in the upstairs hallway. As we walked closer, a threatening sight came into view. Gabby, looking more distressed and panicked than I had ever seen someone before, was tied to a chair with her hands behind her back and a gag wrapped around her mouth. Once I looked at her close enough, I could tell that she was trying to speak through the cloth. She then looked at Michael, her eyes begging for him to help.