Impact
{Chapter Two}
The lady twirled in a long, white lacy dress. Her long brunette hair cascaded down her back, swinging as she turned. She stopped to look at the boy, offering her hand. As he took it, they were whisked away to somewhere else. In a little shop on the corner of a street recognizable as the one the lady worked at, the sound of gunfire could be heard, bouncing off the brick apartments further down the street. The little boy screamed, but he wasn't able to move. He stood rooted to the spot as the emergency vehicles came and took her lifeless body away.
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"Emmet..." I say, trailing off. What do I say to that? He just described our mother's death, something none of us was there to see in person, in incrediable detail. Not to mention the fact that he was only four at the time.
Sammy's mouth is open in shock, but he doesn't speak.
Emmet leans on my shoulder. I set the computer on the coffee table.
"She talked a lot about Uncle to me before bed time." Emmet says and coughs to himself. "And how she wanted to visit him."
This makes me think she has good reason for being in our dreams.
Sammy closes his mouth and speaks. "Mine was... different. She spoke to me."
"Tell us, Sammy." I urge, closing my eyes.
"She was sitting across from me. She was just... talking. She misses us."
"I do..."
I jumps. The noise obviously hasn't come from my brothers. Emmet has fallen asleep again and Samuel stares at the space behind me, his eyes wide. Slowly he raises a finger to point somewhere behind my head. I snap around, Emmet's head falling from my shoulder to my lap as I do so. Nothing is there except our curtains, flapping in the breeze from a window I didn't noticed was open.
"D-did you just... there was... t-there--"
"It's just the curtains, Sammy."
"Yeah..." He says, muttering under his breath. "Just the curtains..."
I shrug. "You're being a little... paranoid." Sammy laughs at that.
"After the dreams, wouldn't that be a little necessary?"
I shrug again and give a slight laugh. "I guess."
We stop talking after that and gradually all asleep.
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When I next open my eyes, the clock across the room tells me it's 6:30. I yelp and push myself off the couch where Sammy and Emmet are curled up side-by-side. It's kind of cute. As I rush to get ready to catch my bus, Emmet stumbles into my room, hair sticking up and still in his pajamas. I smile at him as I finish brushing my honey-brown hair. I take his hand and lead him to his room so he can get dressed. When he's done he comes out, hair still a mess, and I smooth it for him, running my fingers through it. He grabs his backpack and I grab mine and we meet Sammy at the door.
Together we go to the public bus top where we wait. It takes us about thirty minutes to get to the stop in between our schools. Sammy takes Emmet and they walk towards the middle/elementary schools and I say good bye and walk in the opposite direction to the high school.
I'm nervous. About the boy and about where I am going. It's only my second week of school and though I do have one friend she's still new to me. Her name is Rose and she's in most of my classes.
As I take the walk I see her making her way towards our school. I run up to her, saying a quick hello as I step in stride with her.
"Hey, Jessica," She says, swinging her bag on her shoulder as she smiles at me.
"How're you?" I ask her.
She shrugs. "Okay, I guess. School sucks. But hey, at least I won't be alone!"
Rose transferred here from France recently. She's a stereotypically beautiful French girl. I love her accent.
"True. Alegebra first period today."
"Yes. Algebra is sometimes quite hard for me," Rose comments. "I like the classes of social studies far better."
I hummed in agreement. "Not to mention our algebra teacher can be a bit of a b*tch. Ms. Marken is a lot nicer."
I forget about the boy as we chitchat all the way to school. That is, until I see him. He's got a dark blue Aeropostal sweater on and ripped jeans and that doesn't make him any less menacing. His crude features and buzz-cut hair , just the oens my brother described, make me think of some sort of criminal. He looks at me for a brief moment and looks away.
I gulp. I wonder if he knows I'm related to Sammy. I hope not. But I have to do something to get him to lay off my brother.
As I ponder this, I notice he's coming closer.
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