Those aren't eyes......, chapter 1
I was standing there. Just Standing. Watching the leaves flutter around in a whirlwind. Everyone was gone now. Everyone except me.....and him. My brother, my guardian, my best friend, my role model. But now instead of being any of those things he was something else, he was dust, dirt, an empty shell......but the worst of what he had now become was what I feared the most....food. He was now food for maggots.
My eyes had not until recently moved from the carved stone on the hill for an hour. I had stared at it and read it one million times over and one million times again. Being off to the side, here is a question. How many people do you know who wear yellow to a funeral? Normally I wouldn't have done it, but it was the wish of my brother.
Blake was the one who cared for me after we had run away from home. My mother beat us. My father could have cared less whether we were alive or dead but didn't go out of his way to hurt us.....like my mother.....but he also didn't do anything to stop it.......like my brother. There was no one I could vent to, but there was someone I could vent through. Green Day.
***An Hour Earlier***
"Well, what can be said about Blake? He was a courageous young man." The priest blabbed on about a person he didn't even know. I stared at the casket before me. I heard people sniffing, crying, there were people everywhere, but there was no one around me. They had seemed to have forgotten about me.
"May he rest in Peace." Everyone nodded. They all broke apart, scattering like billiard balls. Except me. I stayed, the whole time. The whole time it took them to get him into his cement chamber below the ground. That's the way it really works. They don't just throw dirt on him until he gone. They put him in a cement chamber, then cover the top with earth.
***Back to the Present***
The leaves still danced in the wind. I was the only one standing in the cemetery. The wind blew my reddish brown hair slightly. I heard the leaves behind me crunch at a slow steady pace. I was busy thinking about how I was to get along. I was now an orphan 18 year old, In Oakland, California, with no family. My brother had made all of the money to pay the rent for our apartment, and I had no talent, there was nothing I could do to pay the rent. I heard a voice behind me.
"Who's that?" It was a man's voice. It wasn't high and it wasn't low, it was a very moderate voice. The man sounded kind. His voice also sounded very familiar.
"My brother." I replied bluntly. There was no use in dancing around the subject that my brother was dead. I wasn't going to try to forget it, but I also wasn't going to let it ruin my life.
"Was that you?"
"Was what me?"
"That singing from earlier, I heard some beautiful singing coming from this direction. You're the only one around." I still hadn't seen his face. I hadn't bothered to turn around.
"You liked it?" I felt proud but embarrassed at the same time.
"It was beautiful, I loved it. I can see why it was beautiful though. It came from two things. One, the fact that you yourself are beautiful, and two, the fact that it sounded like it came from the heart." My heart dropped again. This guy was probably just another idiot trying to get a date.
"Yeah.....thanks." I lied.
"What's your name?" Idiot.
"What's yours?"
"Tre."
My eyes had not until recently moved from the carved stone on the hill for an hour. I had stared at it and read it one million times over and one million times again. Being off to the side, here is a question. How many people do you know who wear yellow to a funeral? Normally I wouldn't have done it, but it was the wish of my brother.
Blake was the one who cared for me after we had run away from home. My mother beat us. My father could have cared less whether we were alive or dead but didn't go out of his way to hurt us.....like my mother.....but he also didn't do anything to stop it.......like my brother. There was no one I could vent to, but there was someone I could vent through. Green Day.
***An Hour Earlier***
"Well, what can be said about Blake? He was a courageous young man." The priest blabbed on about a person he didn't even know. I stared at the casket before me. I heard people sniffing, crying, there were people everywhere, but there was no one around me. They had seemed to have forgotten about me.
"May he rest in Peace." Everyone nodded. They all broke apart, scattering like billiard balls. Except me. I stayed, the whole time. The whole time it took them to get him into his cement chamber below the ground. That's the way it really works. They don't just throw dirt on him until he gone. They put him in a cement chamber, then cover the top with earth.
***Back to the Present***
The leaves still danced in the wind. I was the only one standing in the cemetery. The wind blew my reddish brown hair slightly. I heard the leaves behind me crunch at a slow steady pace. I was busy thinking about how I was to get along. I was now an orphan 18 year old, In Oakland, California, with no family. My brother had made all of the money to pay the rent for our apartment, and I had no talent, there was nothing I could do to pay the rent. I heard a voice behind me.
"Who's that?" It was a man's voice. It wasn't high and it wasn't low, it was a very moderate voice. The man sounded kind. His voice also sounded very familiar.
"My brother." I replied bluntly. There was no use in dancing around the subject that my brother was dead. I wasn't going to try to forget it, but I also wasn't going to let it ruin my life.
"Was that you?"
"Was what me?"
"That singing from earlier, I heard some beautiful singing coming from this direction. You're the only one around." I still hadn't seen his face. I hadn't bothered to turn around.
"You liked it?" I felt proud but embarrassed at the same time.
"It was beautiful, I loved it. I can see why it was beautiful though. It came from two things. One, the fact that you yourself are beautiful, and two, the fact that it sounded like it came from the heart." My heart dropped again. This guy was probably just another idiot trying to get a date.
"Yeah.....thanks." I lied.
"What's your name?" Idiot.
"What's yours?"
"Tre."
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