Chapter 45-/-Worst is yet to come

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I hear the peaceful sounds of crickets chirping in the calming background. I look around and realize I'm by the fire along with those sleeping. It's still very dark out, cold, and foggy like normal. Everyone is asleep at the moment, and I should go to sleep too. My eyes burn from the aftermath of crying and I have a headache. There's been so much going on lately, some will understand, but others have kept their emotions in and probably think I'm a crybaby who cries over everything. But, it's hard knowing everything you once knew is gone, your brother and other best friend could be dead because of you, and your entire rest of the family is dead. Also, seeing those who've died along the way flashes in my mind while I'm thinking about this. I still wonder who killed Sydney? Was it some nobody? Was it someone here? It could be anyone. I lay back down onto my sweater and drift off to sleep.
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Oh no! Cameron!!! Don't worry Bryanna, calm down. He approaches me with a knife to my brothers neck getting ready to slit his throat. What is happening? This is a dream isn't it!? I hate these! Wake up! Except, I couldn't. Emad continues to place the blade on my brother, as I watch in fear. I have nothing to stop him, except for what he wants. "What do you need?" I ask him. He has a evil smile. "I need to to take his place. That way he will survive, but you won't. You don't deserve any of this. You deserve to die!" He replies. It's hard to do, but I love my brother. I can't let him die because Emad hates me literally to death. I trudge up to him and quickly embrace Carter into a hug. I kiss him on the head and give him something. The elephant. "Remember." I tell him. "Remember what?" He asks. "Remember me. This elephant represents how strong you've been and will be a lucky charm throughout the rest of your life. Mom gave me one when I was little, saying I'll be tough and have a "big" heart. Now it's your turn." I cup my hands around his. "Remember. I love you." I tell him one more time. "I-I-I love you too B-B-Bry." He starts to cry and I can't help but let one tear drop. Emad slides the knife across my neck and I see a white light.
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Am I alive?
Is this a dream?
Will I wake up?
Or am I dead?

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