A Short Story : A Story?

It was a cold and foggy wednesday morning on june 10th. Hunter was sleeping on his bed when he heard his mom call him.

Tom’s lower lip trembled. “It’s my fault,” he whispered, his eyes shiny with tears. “I was so young, and I didn't know how to stop...”

“ I-I-I am so sorry, I also have family issues.” She said with a sad look on her face “My father was in charge of Auschwitz and he let my little brother Bruno die in a concentration camp…” she was cut off by the noise of dogs barking .

He was never happy, he was always sad and down. Anytime someone handed him a drink he waited for them to walk away and he would dump it out. He never wanted to drink alcohol again. Kyle was reminded every so often of what he did. He received letters in the male from the girl’s father. The father would tell Kyle things. He wrote in one of his letters that his daughter loved pancakes and he hoped a killer like him never ate pancakes again. It was a constant reminder for Kyle. Even on the biggest day of his life he didn’t have his family there because it affected his relationship with them. His son said he couldn’t come to his wedding because he had to study finals. His dad was too sick and Kyle thought it would be too much to ask his brothers to come. “The whole wedding party was hers; he was like another guest” (Walter,

During Sebastian’s exestencial crisis, Hayley and Chris had come to the realization that they both loved Sebastian. It had come to them individually during their time of mourning alone. Chris had realized that Hayley’s smile and laughter just wasn’t the same without Sebastian to harmonize with. Chris had been an unmistakable ball of anxiety, become more and more nervous since Sebastian had slowly drifted away. Both of the couples had not noticed all of the subtle hints that they were missing because they were too wrapped up in each other. Nothing made sense until it was too

We had a fight yesterday. Your dad let me in after you went to sleep. He said that I told you too much. I was so tempted to tell you Sebastian was dead. I wanted to tell you over and over until you understood, but I knew that wouldn’t be helpful. Except, yesterday you said you read something out of the journal I left you, which means you’re reading it. I’ll keep writing. It’s been almost a year since you opened the journal.

“Well. I wasn’t watching you sleep or anything, but you talk in your sleep. You were calling for your dad,” he looked so scared, that I didn’t know what to say. I sat on the edge of the cot. “Are you okay? Is your dad

“what happened ...are you ok…” my dad ask. I can tell he's trying to soothe me.

“Yes, but it’s not the same because mine died, and I think they would have loved me, had they lived. Your parents’ indifference was nothing less than cruelty. Yet you chose not to take their example. That’s admirable.”

‘May you don't trust us do you?' Sebastian asked his voice was angry ‘ Why don't you tell us the truth, why don't you trust us enough to show us the real you? Why don't you share your pain with us? Why do you box up your feelings and hurt yourself more? All we wanted was to protect you and help you, why don't you let us.' His voice got softer and softer and ended up into a sobbing voice.

“Ya, Dad has been really depressed lately about it. I wish I could do something to help.” Said cecilia with clear sorrow in her normally chirpy voice. Arista glanced over at Ray, who was normally bouncing off the walls, yet today he stood still.

Sebastian sat in a pile of medical supplies in his apartment, haphazardly bandaging himself, with what he could find. His shoulder had been the worst of his injuries, in comparison everything else looked like a scratch. He slapped another band aid over a cut and piled everything up, tossing it onto his floor.

“Yeah, I’m fine.” I replied. “Don’t worry about it.” I didn’t want to tell him that I was this upset over Rex, he might think I was being ridiculous.

Chester floundered on his words, trying unsuccessfully to swallow the lump in his throat as he looked between his parents. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, his father spoke gruffly, “The doctor said you’ll be fine, boy. You’ve just got to heal. They said when you could talk, you could move to a lower priority room, start getting ready to come home in a few more days.”

She had told Sebastian she was exhausted, that she needed to go upstairs and lie down; he had seemed distracted and had waved her away. Images of Jace 's face kept flashing behind her eyelids every time she shut her eyes—the way he had looked at her, betrayed, as if he didn 't know her anymore.