2 Wheels, 2 Drumsticks and Us, chapter 15
I woke at the sound of some birds outside, singing their hearts out. I smiled, stretched and flopped my arm down and hit something, a USO. Yep, an Unidentified Sleeping Object, but I figured out who it was so it wasn't really unidentified. Of course, the human being that we know and love grunted and made me jump, I forgot he was there!
"MUH!" grunted Tré and rolled over so he was facing me. "What?"
"Sorry Tré," I appologised, "What time is it? Do you know?"
"One sec," he muttered and grabbed the clock, "9."
"I'm getting up," I moaned as I hauled myself out of bed and plodded down stairs. I saw a heap consisting of two letters on the red, fluffy door mat. "Hmm..." I hummed as I picked them both up. I walked into the living room noticing that both letters were for me. "That's weird," I mumbled to myself and sat down. I tore open the first envelope and unfolded the letter. I read it thoroughly.
Dear Bethan,
I know that this isn't the greatest time to tell you this. We couldn't hold it in privacy much longer. You are NOT our biological child. Your parents died in a tradgic accident and only your brother lives. We have tracked him down especially for you. His name is Chad, he is your twin brother and he lives in Philadelphia, USA Make sure you stay in contact with us as we love you as our own child but we understand if you feel angry.
I hope you're good.
Love Dad.
There was a pain in my heart like it was torn in two and my vision went completely blurry. I felt a warm drop of water starting to race down my cheek. "No," I sobbed, "This is wrong, THIS IS WRONG!" Footsteps.
"Whats going on?" it was Tré, I couldn't see him but I knew his soft voice. I let out a whimper, "Hey! Hey! Whats wrong?"
"The... The letter," I cried, " I got it and it's... it's... IT'S HORRIBLE!"
"Can I read it? Is that ok?" he asked kindly, I nodded and buried my head in my hands. Tré took enough time to let the letter from hell process through his brain. Then, soft but horrified, he spoke "Umm... I'm sorry, I don't know what to say, do you want a tissue... To dry your eyes?" I nodded again. Minutes later he returned with a box of tissues. "Maybe it would help if... Hey, who's that letter to?" my eyes shot into focus, the other letter, for me.
"It's.. it's for me," Tré nodded and passed the white envolope to me. I thanked him and began tearing it open. I unfolded the letter and started to read.
Hey long lost sis!
I wondered if I was the only child but hey, now I know! Where did you go? I've been here in th US all this time! I really need to meet you, I really want to! Me and my friends could show this end of America! That would be cool! Please get in touch!
Love ya,
Chad Ginsburg.
I laughed a little, he seemed like a funny little dude but it didn't change my mood one bit. "I have no time," I said sadly which made Tré look at me weirdly.
"What?"
"I have no time, Tré. I want to meet my real brother and I just have no time, none at all, my schedual is based around motorbikes and there's no way to break it. I cant handle this."
"Yes you can, you're strong but you don't see that, there's time Bethan, there's time."
Fear of the dark tears me apart
Won't leave me alone and time keeps running out
Just one more life, I'm so sick and tired
Of singing the blues, I should turn my life around
Tell me why do I feel this way
All my life I`ve been standing on the borderline
Too many bridges burned
Too many lies I've heard
I had life but I can't go back
I can't do that, it will never be the same again
And I know I don't
Have any time to burn
They follow me home, disturbing my sleep
But I'll find a place, place where they cannot find me
Maybe I'm lost, and maybe I'm scared
But too many times I've closed the doors behind me
Leave it all behind
Cross the borderline
Face the truth, don't have any time to...
Don't have any time to burn
THE RASMUS
My life is so fucked up, why does these things happen to me?
"MUH!" grunted Tré and rolled over so he was facing me. "What?"
"Sorry Tré," I appologised, "What time is it? Do you know?"
"One sec," he muttered and grabbed the clock, "9."
"I'm getting up," I moaned as I hauled myself out of bed and plodded down stairs. I saw a heap consisting of two letters on the red, fluffy door mat. "Hmm..." I hummed as I picked them both up. I walked into the living room noticing that both letters were for me. "That's weird," I mumbled to myself and sat down. I tore open the first envelope and unfolded the letter. I read it thoroughly.
Dear Bethan,
I know that this isn't the greatest time to tell you this. We couldn't hold it in privacy much longer. You are NOT our biological child. Your parents died in a tradgic accident and only your brother lives. We have tracked him down especially for you. His name is Chad, he is your twin brother and he lives in Philadelphia, USA Make sure you stay in contact with us as we love you as our own child but we understand if you feel angry.
I hope you're good.
Love Dad.
There was a pain in my heart like it was torn in two and my vision went completely blurry. I felt a warm drop of water starting to race down my cheek. "No," I sobbed, "This is wrong, THIS IS WRONG!" Footsteps.
"Whats going on?" it was Tré, I couldn't see him but I knew his soft voice. I let out a whimper, "Hey! Hey! Whats wrong?"
"The... The letter," I cried, " I got it and it's... it's... IT'S HORRIBLE!"
"Can I read it? Is that ok?" he asked kindly, I nodded and buried my head in my hands. Tré took enough time to let the letter from hell process through his brain. Then, soft but horrified, he spoke "Umm... I'm sorry, I don't know what to say, do you want a tissue... To dry your eyes?" I nodded again. Minutes later he returned with a box of tissues. "Maybe it would help if... Hey, who's that letter to?" my eyes shot into focus, the other letter, for me.
"It's.. it's for me," Tré nodded and passed the white envolope to me. I thanked him and began tearing it open. I unfolded the letter and started to read.
Hey long lost sis!
I wondered if I was the only child but hey, now I know! Where did you go? I've been here in th US all this time! I really need to meet you, I really want to! Me and my friends could show this end of America! That would be cool! Please get in touch!
Love ya,
Chad Ginsburg.
I laughed a little, he seemed like a funny little dude but it didn't change my mood one bit. "I have no time," I said sadly which made Tré look at me weirdly.
"What?"
"I have no time, Tré. I want to meet my real brother and I just have no time, none at all, my schedual is based around motorbikes and there's no way to break it. I cant handle this."
"Yes you can, you're strong but you don't see that, there's time Bethan, there's time."
Fear of the dark tears me apart
Won't leave me alone and time keeps running out
Just one more life, I'm so sick and tired
Of singing the blues, I should turn my life around
Tell me why do I feel this way
All my life I`ve been standing on the borderline
Too many bridges burned
Too many lies I've heard
I had life but I can't go back
I can't do that, it will never be the same again
And I know I don't
Have any time to burn
They follow me home, disturbing my sleep
But I'll find a place, place where they cannot find me
Maybe I'm lost, and maybe I'm scared
But too many times I've closed the doors behind me
Leave it all behind
Cross the borderline
Face the truth, don't have any time to...
Don't have any time to burn
THE RASMUS
My life is so fucked up, why does these things happen to me?
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