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.

because he now had the support of the surrounding people he was able to get through

As the sunlight kisses my cheek, I'm astounded to discover I slept after the horrifying nightmare. After stretching out my limbs, I twist my head, expectant to find Alice sleeping peacefully beside me, only to find her side vacant. I sit up, and run a hand through my tousled, matted hair, and gather it together to tie back with the hairband I wear on my wrist. Maybe Alice can help me untangle it later.

They woke him, woke him like she told them too. She could hear him , hear him in the other room, talking gibberish like he had before Caitlin put him to sleep back at CCPD. Her heart sunk a little, what was she expecting? She was expecting to find the man she was to marry, but instead it was the one that talked gibberish. It was still her Barry, just different she knew this. It just hurt her, frustrated her that she couldn’t understand what he was talking about. She was trying too, she really was it was just hard. She knew that his gibberish had to mean something but what, what did it mean, she needed to figure out, so she could help him. She placed her hands on her hips, head shaking back and forth “You can do this Iris, you have to do this… Barry needs you.” She told herself a few time, yet she didn’t move. She stayed put, staring at the door. It was only a brief walk she had to make until she was standing in the room with Barry, her Barry, yet it seemed like a mile. Why? She wanted to see him, she wanted to wrap her arms around him and smother him in kisses to make up for the time she lost with him. But fear kept her feet frozen to the ground. She dared not move, not yet anyway.

It was a freezing winter day and our whole family was inside huddled in one room by the fire place with a piping hot cup of cocoa with two or three marshmallows in it. Although it was warm inside Sarah and I wanted to go outside to the library anyways because we loved reading… well not so much Sarah but since I'm her brother we kind of did everything together. “Mother, Father” I said “ can me and Sarah go outside to the library?” they both paused and gave each other that one overprotective look and they said “John you only just turned 13 last week and Sarah's only 11” I realized that we would have to sneak out so when we were done Sarah and I quietly snuck out while the parents were distracted discussing things I wasn't paying attention to.

Everything began that night with the ringtone of my phone, echoing through my dining room.

The morning light shined bright, the breeze blew softly. A perfect day in utopia. This was also the day Kristina Baker ended the lives of four young citizens. She lived a wonderful life, until she murdered the family on her twenty-first birthday. Kristina Baker graduated high school winning the title of Class Valedictorian, started multiple foundations and charities to support cancer awareness, and went on to attend Harvard University. With beautiful lemon blonde hair, everyone envied her at school.

“Oh, my God, Jerry, do you think they had anything to do with Mom’s death?” Marlene asked.

“Whoo hoo” said Klaus, as the cold breeze hit his soft face. Stefan, klaus and Damon were driving the new yellow convertible car on one lane road surrounded by green rolling hills. Steve was driving the car while Klaus cheering him for going over the speed limit since they were the only one in the road. Stefan and Klaus were reckless while Damon was more mature and just wanted to have fun without causing any trouble. Damon was not interested about having this trip since he knew it wasn’t a good day but it was hard to believe when the sun was shining so bright.

Toast Malone was hobbling down Ban Creek Road. With each step, the ground moaned and shuddered in pain. He did not have a lot of friends and was not good at watching his health. He you even kept a miscellaneous amount of chocolates in his room. He suffered through physical activity and, as a result did not do it often. He was the polar opposite of robust. Most of the time, he was a completely stationary object. He had poor self esteem and was constantly ridiculed and nobody would intervene disrespectful activity. He had had enough of it. The reason he was walking on Ban Creek road was because he was headed to Planet Fitness.

The man sat up straight, now showing interest in what he had to say. “Whatchu need that place fer? No, don’t tell me, it’s better not to know. It won’t be cheap I tell you that.”

A few days had passed and things seemed to have quieted down for me. Not too much was happening on the school front which was surprising because I had figured Keri Mahan and her cohorts would’ve done something completely horrible to me by now other than just defacing my locker. But it appeared as if they were biding their time.

I knew this was it, nothing else matter. I felt out of my body in this moment. The water turn on by itself. The water was the most beautiful thing I have seen in so long. Nothing could compare to the release the water will bring me. The way I will feel no more pain, because the water came me the release I’ve been craving. I lower myself into the tub. I lay down and took my last breath of air. I then submerged my head into the water.

“I’m sorry about your mother. Do they know what happened?” Margaret asked as Andrew sat down on the sofa.

As the young woman clung to the picture a single tear rolled down her cheek. She could not believe that it had been 363 days, 4 hours and 7 minutes since the day. As she walked downstairs and plopped down on the couch covered with dust, she smelled the sharp stench of alcohol. Of course, her mom had her morning 5 shots of vodka mixed with, you don’t even want to know.