Love Is Stronger Than Death...

I'm hearing things. It was just the wind. Perhaps an animal? What other possible excuse could there be? I could have sworn--sworn-- That I heard Tod. My dead little brother. My eyes scan my surroundings, with a hawks eye. Nothing. What does that mean? But he was here. I know it. But, but, but... That's impossible. I didn't want to believe it. Because it would only mean one thing. I was crazy. I shouldn't be surprised. I'm probably already halfway there. But I still don't want to believe it. Hey, wasn't there that old saying once I heard--don't ask--"Crazy people never think they're crazy." Oh lovely.

I knew the words too. The words he said. "Stay the night." slightly accented (my family is part-scottish.) with just a hint of longing. My brother could always admit his feelings, he could always say what was on his mind... Even if you didn't want to hear it, he'd make sure his opinion was heard. Was it annoying? ... I'm not going to answer that. He was also perssistant. And he'd do anything to get his way (have I mentioned the cookie story, yet? Well, there's more where that came from, let me tell you...) and taking how he's the youngest, the 'baby', it wasn't that hard to get. Me on the other hand... Back on topic...

Tod was here.

Silence. "Well, if I'm crazy anyways," I began. Why not talk to my dead little brother? Why not? "Tod, if you can hear me," I was starting to sound like a lame TV show. This never ends well. "Can you give me a sign?" I sat eerily still. No sign. "Tod, please, I need to know." Still, not a peep in the world, the only movement, is the naked branches of a birch swaying in the wind. No luck. I bide my time a little longer. And a little longer. Is he really here? At this point, I feel pretty foolish. Like, who am I? Trying to talk to the dead. I got my hopes up. The sad thing about bringing your hopes up, is that you have to let them down, eventually.

And that's exactly what I did.

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Depressed, lonely, and staring at a wall. But the only thing I see, is the open air in the grave yard, where I would almost bet my life the noise I heard was... Tod. Gulp. It's been a year. They aren't coming back. I repeat it over and over in my brain, trying to get this message clear. I can't. I just. Can't. I don't want to. I want to believe my family is still out there. Watching over me, or whatever it is they are doing. You know, when they first place, people would come up to me, say "They are in heaven now, watching over you." in different variations, then they'd all give me a pitied glance, and a-little-too-tight-hug. I respected that. But I never knew if they were right. Not knowing... It kills me. Where is my family?

I want my family.

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Heelllo everybody!

I'm really sorry this chapter is short. But I really hope you can understand. I wanted to get something up... And it's about 5:30 in the morning. Ugh. Message me, and tell what what you think? Ideas are welcome. I'm pretty sure this story is going to be pretty dark... Like the rest of my stories (: But hey, maybe this one won't end with everyone dying. :) Continue reading? I'd love it!

See ya'll later!

~JustLookUpToTheSky~L<3

Songs I listened to:

Breathe me~ Sia'