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From Above

Just sixteen months ago my husband and I were sitting on the porch in my sister Josephine's backyard. She's the second eldest, and I'm the baby; one would think that doesn't make a difference in an octuplet set yet it had in my family. We're all the same age give or take some minutes, with the same birthday, but things worked about as normal as any other halfblooded family.

The other siz were there too, we were having a BBQ. Lots of fun, that day. My neice and nephews were having a blast; by nine o'clock that night the Quadruplet toddlers were out like a light.

That was also the day Heath and I told my family about the baby that would be joining us in five short months. Together we talked alot about it. How it would change things, the pros and cons, and over all we only saw the blessing in this surprise. I've never ever been one to plan much of anything a head of time unless necessary. What's the fun of living off a schedule? None at all thankyou very much.

We decided not to find out whether the baby was a girl or boy, for that would take away the fun of being surprised on the day he or she was born. Next we discussed possible names before deciding his or her name would come on it's own when the time was right and it was meant to be.

I've always been a big believer in signs, not to mention I believe random isn't just apart of someone's behavior but a way of life.

I think that has alot to do with how Heath and I came to be. See, my brothers, sisters and I attended Beauxbatons when we were younger. Heath was my brother Jack's best friend since they met in first year, and up. He's kinda shy when he doesn't know you, keep that in mind.

At the age of fourteen, one day during the summer no different from any other, Heath came over to stay a few days to hang out with Jack.

By this point I was thinking I had developed a crush on my brother's best friend without realizing it till now, so I decided to chance it and try something. Jack was upstairs doing merlin knows what, probably last minute packing. Heath waited in the livingroom; he was leaving in a moment and Jack was going with him.

I did something I had never done before. I went over, and hugged Heath goodbye. I know I shocked him more than myself. It took everything in me not to laugh when I saw the lightest blush reaching his face. Jack came down and chucked their bags into the fireplace, only to climb in after alongside Heath. Now this was the moment of truth, if he looked at me before they left it was a sign.

The boys threw floo powder in, and as Jack spoke clearly of there next destination a pair of green rimmed, blue eyes locked with my dark brown ones. Heath smiled at me, then they disappeared, leaving behind quickly dying lime green flames in they're place.

We were married at twenty-four years old, and had been dating since 7th year. It was sort of funny, thinking back. I had been incredibly upset because I had managed to become friends with him, but realization set in; I would never be anything more than his best friend's sister.

When he caught up with me that particular day he wouldn't leave me alone like I told him to, Heath knew something was bugging me terribly. I had told him he would never understand, and his response was "Make me understand then," What did I do? I kissed him.

One year and three months ago is when it happened. We were in San diego, california visiting another brother and sister of mine. We needed something from the grocery store, and could have easily walked there since it weren't far. Heath volunteered to drive there (because apparating infront of a bunch of muggles is a big no-no,). We expected him back within twenty minutes. Within the first ten the loud alarming sound of urgent sirens speeding down the street sent up a red flag inside my head, immediantly my heart felt like it fell out of my chest. Ten minutes passed, and we found out Heath went home... to the ulimate home in the sky.

There had been construction going on in a new place, big building that was being worked on right off the side of the road. Something large had come down without warning, and crushed the car my husband was driving.

It was more hard than I can ever explain, going through the loss of the one I loved. For months it felt like someone took my heart and soul with him. I was afraid, how was I going to get through this and raise a baby on my own without messing up? The last thing I wanted was to disappoint anyone, especially Heath from his resting spot.

The last two weeks before the bab was to be born, I started thinking. Stressing and being in that depressed state of mind wasn't healthy for either of us, and Heath wouldn't have wanted that. An old friend from school use to tell us what she had always been taught "Everything has a reason, and happens for a reason."

This meant it was his time to go. I'm unbelieveably lucky, because I did have those years with him, and soon our baby would have been born. I had my family there for me, not once failing to support and encourage me, and even hold my hand whenever I asked.

To this day the baby is eleven months old, almost a full year. The name is Chandra Arunima Moniz-Henry, and she is my beautiful baby girl. She didn't have the chance to meet her father, but she'll know everything about him; most importantly Chandra will know her daddy loves her forever and beyond, and that he will always be watching over her from above.

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This is in the point of view of Lola Moniz, I apologize for it being so short >_< I wrote it in a notebook so I can never tell how it'll end up on here. :P

The Laughter Will Never Stop

Crap! I was running late. But what else is new? I’m always running late. Maybe it was the Mexican in me. Something George Lopez said ran across my mind at the moment. “Mexicans are always late. You want to trip somebody out? Be early.” The story of my life. I never know why I’m always late. I could get up two hours earlier and I would still be running late. I did have to do some last minute packing this morning, because come on. It’s me. Did you think I would be 100% ready the day before?

Crap! One hour before my flight. And I still had about a half an hour drive over there. I began running through the house picking up things I knew I was taking and throwing it toward the door. It was habit I had picked up probably from my mom. If I have everything by the door then I knew I wouldn’t forget it. One more thing, where was it? I had put my plane ticket in a safe place. Which, naturally, I forgot where that was. I ran back toward my room just as a fat, multicolored animal ran in front of my feet. I stumbled but didn’t fall. I did get in a few Spanish curse words in before the cat flew out of view.

Found it! I saw the plane ticket lying next to my old alarm clock. Why I chose that as a safe place, I don’t know. I closed my door and rushed toward the front door. I looked at everything lying messily on the ground and shook my head at how disorganized I could be. But then again I had everything I needed, so was I really that disorganized? I picked up all my things and rushed out the door. I loaded the car up and jumped inside.

Just as I was pulling out, I froze. My Ipod! Crap! I can’t leave it behind. But I was already running at least forty-five minutes late. I weighed my options and sighed. I re-parked the car and jumped out. Once I was inside I grabbed the black Ipod and shot back outside. This was one of my most valuable things, next to the glove my grandpa gave me, the batman watch that once belonged to my dad, and the old picture of my mom and dad when they were young. Yeah it’s just an electronic and it’s in no way as sentimental as the other items but it was a part of me. My mom made a good point about my Ipod once. She said it was like my personal diary. Nobody in the world would have all the same songs as I did. All the songs in it described me. I put my heart and soul inside this little electronic and it is one of the things in the world that could calm me down without saying one word. It could also make me dance like a moron outside a local Target. That was why I couldn’t leave it behind now. One of the most important days of my life. A day I have been looking forward to since, forever. Even when I didn’t know these three girls, I knew I would be meeting them one day. Don’t ask me how, I just knew.

I was finally on the plane, and anxiety was starting to eat me up. What if they aren’t there when I get there? What if they forgot about this whole meeting? What if some of them couldn’t come? One of them didn’t even live in the flipping country for crying out loud! Another thing was beginning to eat me up to. What if they had outgrew me? We were always random and could make each other laugh. What if the laughter stopped? I hated awkwardness more than the next person. But I never want that to happen to us. They are my best friends. They probably know more than my own friends that I see everyday. It was crazy how I could see them everyday and think nothing of it. I took it for granted. I wish the other three didn’t live so far, then I would be able to take how close they were to me for granted too.

About the nineteenth game of solitary and almost a hundred songs on my Ipod later, I felt the wheels of the plane hit the ground. I hated that feeling. It always made me hold my breath. I didn’t get up for a second, letting people start to fill out before I tried to get through too. Finally I was one of the last people still in the plane, and I stood. I took a deep breath, and slipped my Ipod into my back pocket. I then made my way out of the plane. I was beginning to grow shaky in the taxi drive to the hotel. I calmed a bit by looking at the passing cars. I always did that while I was in a car. I liked to try and guess what kind of car it was by just looking at the side of the car, or the rims of a car. It wasn’t hard for me and I was rarely wrong when it came to cars. Something that I loved.

As the taxi came to a halt, I took a deep breath. I was here. It was time. No more freaking out. There was nothing to be scared of. I knew these girls inside and out and they knew me in the same way. They were there for me and I was there for them. Our friendship would never fold, so I really had nothing to be scared of. But did find my self, hoping I wasn’t the first one there as I walked through the door.

I wasn’t. I spotted two girls standing close together giggling together, watching for the door. Watching for me. They spotted me and squealed my name. A wide smile spread across my face and all my worries vanished. I ran toward them and wrapped my arms around them trying not to cry. I knew a certain one would probably make fun of me and demand that I stop. I couldn’t help it! I was too happy.

Somehow we found ourselves sitting on one of the lobby couches, laughing and all our eyes were directed at the door. Waiting for one more. The door opened and my body twitched to jump up. But it was just an older couple. Probably on vacation. I was beginning to fret that maybe one of us couldn’t make it. Maybe our dream of all meeting together was crashing and it was perhaps just a dream. Then she walked inside. I didn’t realize we were all holding our breaths until me and the other two let out a long, excited breath, and identical smiles spread on our faces. Suddenly we were all running and embracing each other. I saw that the girl that arrived had tears streaming down her face, so I let my wall go down. I heard a groan and a mumble about “crybabies”. I couldn’t help but laugh. Which set the others laughing too.

I realized then that our laughter would never stop. How could it? These girls were more than my friends. They were apart of me. And as long as I was still laughing, they would be laughing with me too.

Not Giving Up.

September 1st couldn't have come soon enough; Finally, I was off to Durmstrang for my sixth, and second to last year. Graduation feels far away, and I wish it didn't. If you were wondering, yes I have that 'Just finish and get it over with' attitude when it comes school. I've always wished to be homeschooled, but Grandmother was afraid that would make me anti-social. Admittedly I really did enjoy my first and second years, but since then it hasn't been the same. Everything changed. My world was turned upside down and there was nothing I could do.

I know, your probably thinking how can that be, when I've already gone through alot. Having been neglected by my parents growing up, bullied and beat on by one of my two older brothers, and then given the option at ten years old to either never use magic of any sorts my entire life that way I fit in with them, and appeared 'normal', or I could leave and never return or contact them.

I didn't hesitate for even a moment, I went right into my room, pulled my backpack out from under the bed, and gathered a few other belongings. You can probably guess why my bag was already packed that night, like it had been for months. I had considered running away, many times by that point.

This was simply my ticket out. Out of having to worry about them calling the police to find me. I didn't want to think about what would happen next, all that mattered was I was free; no questions, no twists.

Where would a ten year old girl go?

When she never had the opportunity to meet her other relatives, because they were from them magical part of the world mom couldn't be a part of no matter how much she tried. Frankly put, it turned her into just another bitter old squib.

Don't ask me how, because I don't know. But my grandmother had found me at the park fairly close to my parents house. She didn't scare me though I hadn't met her before; she explained and made sure I knew who she was. Grandmother took me home with her, after she was sure I felt secure enough to trust her. I asked her how did she know I needed family, at just the right time, not to mention how did she know it was me. Grandmother's answer was always the same, needless of how many times I asked that question. She would say "Your Grandfather and I have been waiting for that day, when we could come take you home. Bring you back to a loving family that cares and wants you in our lives; That has been counting down the time till your arrival for years."

I was in such shock when aunts, uncles, cousins and even they're close friends came the next day, for a celebration in honor of me. I cried, alot. It was overwhelming, the emotions I felt. I never had felt so much love, especially in a place I could call home.

Everything at home (with my grandparents) were always fine. The past stayed where it belonged and I was apart of a family that actually wanted me around as much as I wanted them around.

Now what could have a bigger impact than that? Well let me tell you a little more. I said my first and second years at Durmstrang were great, because they were. I had two best friends, and they're all I needed in life aside from my family. I had them, and they had me. We were inseperable from the start and I hadn't thought that could ever change, I was wrong, too. Treyton and I were in for a big shock, climbing aboard the train for our third year.

Our trains compartments were numbered, the funny thing is their backwards. For example, compartment 5 is in the very back, being one of the last. "C-5" is where the three of us had met, on our very first ride. We've shared it ever since.

When Treyton and I went there and our other best friend, Remmington, didn't show up after a few minutes per usual we searched each and every inch of the express till we found him sitting alone in a dark compartment clear on the otherside of the train from our normal place. It only got worse from there; Remmington wouldn't talk to either of us, seperately or together. He had decided he no longer wanted to be our friend, or in his words, he no longer could be our friend anymore.

To this day I don't understand what that meant.

So here I am again, aboarding the train that will be dropping Durmstrang students off within the next 24 hours, at the station from where we would continue to our castle of educational purposes.

I'm sixteen, almost seventeen years old, standing at 5'6, with very dark brown eyes and red hair flowing just past the middle of my back. The freckles decorating my face never went unnoticed; my fair, almost pale complexion wouldn't allow it.

With my trunk already put away, I was free to wonder around. Walking down the aisle I saw a familiar head of messy brown hair, the person was stalking further and further away. Abruptly I went to run after him, not caring who I took down in the process, but someone was waiting behind me little did I know, and grabbed my arm. I spun around to see Treyton. He hadn't let go, and we both knew I would go after Remmy if he did. "Trey, I need to go find him!" My usual bubbily cheerful voice was no more, replaced by a desperate tone. My expression was worrisome, while my eyes fixed upon his, held the same exact longing we both shared. I wanted Remmington to come back to us, and so did he.

"No, Rosa he's made it clear he wants nothing to do with us." The sixth year said firmly. His face softened after a moment of looking at that hurt child-like look on her face, Treyton added more gently: "I can't let you Loon, you'll be the one that gets hurt; He won't budge, it's been three years now-"

I am Rosaline Patricia Foxx, "-And I'm not giving up." One day, we'll be friends again... I can feel it.

The Thought That Counts

“Can I say Happy Birthday, or should I not?” The teasing voice came from my older sister. I couldn’t help but smile at her, as I shook my head no. It was December 3, 2068 and I was home for the holidays from Hogwarts. Convenient that my birthday would roll around when I was at home. I was kind of hoping I would still be at school at the time. I hated making a big deal about this stupid day. Sammy knew that and I was grateful for it, but that didn’t stop her from being playful.

“Ok can I at least give you a birthday present?” She asked, her chocolate brown eyes were identical to mine, but hers held more of a sparkle. Kind of like Dad’s. I don’t think mine ever sparkled.

I felt my cheeks warm at her question. I already had to deal with an embarrassing birthday party that my mom insisted on. Yeah it was just family and a few close friends, but still. I hated the whole concept. Sammy wasn’t as obnoxious during the party, but now I really wished she would just leave me alone. Everybody had gone home already, and I can hear Mom cleaning up in the living room. So like Sammy to hide from Mom when she was in cleaning mode. Dad I could only guess was reading to the twins. He always read them a story around this time. It was just me and Sammy sitting in her room talking about this useless day.

Seeing the pleading look in her eyes made me cave. I sighed and nodded my head. She was already used to my quiet responses. I was never much of a talker and she never pushed me like others did. I did come a great deal, and I will speak when asked a question. But most people who know me now don’t push for a long discussion.

Sammy smiled at me as she saw that I would accept her gift. I really hope it wasn’t something that would make me blush. Instead of standing to get the gift in which I thought would be in some obvious hiding spot, she sat down on her bed and crossed her legs. I was sitting on the floor, my back against the bed, so I turned my body so I could look at her.

“My present is going to be different from other peoples. I hope you don’t mind, but I didn’t buy you a present at all.” She waited for me to shrug my shoulders, showing her I didn’t care an ounce. “But I still want to get you something. So if you could have anything in the world, what would it be?”

Her question took me by surprise. Nobody has ever asked what I wanted for my birthday. They were probably just expecting me to say ‘I don’t know’, but it still would’ve been nice to know that somebody was actually trying to give me something I actually wanted. I mean my grandma from Greece sent me a pair of parachute pants for crying out loud. But I guess it was the thought that she remembered my birthday was what counted.

I took a minute to think what I most wanted. Lizzie really needed a new aquarium. It was not as nice as at used to be a few years ago. Then again I could always get that later. I didn’t want her to buy me something that could easily be very expensive. Then the thing I wanted tickled my brain, as if a feather was there, reminding that it was there. I looked at my sister and wondered what she would say at my request. She would probably say no just like everybody else. But she did say anything. And I wanted this so much. Now to just ask it out loud.

“Um…I know what I want.” I said quietly at first.

Sammy gave me an encouraging smile and said, “Tell me. Anything you want.”

I took a slow, easy breath, and then looked her straight in the eye. “Can you take me to go see Benny?”

Sammy froze just like I knew she would. Benny had been in his coma for a little more than four years now. I haven’t gone to see him once. Mom absolutely refused it. She didn’t know I heard them argue about the issue a few times. I have really sharp hearing, so even though they were speaking low in their room, while I was in the living room, I was still able to hear their ever word. Mom thinks I’m too fragile to see him. After his accident, I had gone into a catatonic state. I didn’t talk to anybody. I barely functioned right. It shook me up tremendously and it took me a little more than a year to truly come out. I still wasn’t over the whole thing; I don’t think I ever will be. But I had healed a little since I was seven.

I wanted to see him now. I wanted to know that he was still alive. I wanted to know that it all wasn’t a lie that he was lying in a hospital somewhere. I had almost gotten Dad to take me once, but he couldn’t go against his wife’s word. He wasn’t scared of her, he just silently agreed with her in a way. Sammy was my only shot to be able to see him now. I really didn’t want to get her in trouble with Mom, which I know will happen, but I couldn’t help it. I needed to see my brother.

“Be-Benny?” she stuttered. I watched her as she began to think quietly to herself, biting her lip. She has been able to see him whenever she wanted, and it upset me a little that Mom can trust her and not me. She has been going three times a week since she graduated from school. I always wanted to go with her, but Mom always intervened.

“Please Sammy?” I asked her. I knew there was a hidden sorrow in my eyes that she was seeing now. I guess it was too intense for her because she had to look away from me. I didn’t push her any further. My chances were greater if I let her think this out rather than beg like a spoiled child.

After five whole minutes of silence, I had all but come to her rejection. I bowed my head in a subdued blush, ashamed that I would ask her if such a big thing. I looked up quickly as a slow, “Ok.” Slipped from her lips.

Standing up in one swift motion, I looked at her with wide eyes. She was really going to go against Mom’s orders? I questioned her with my eyes, looking at ever inch of her face to see if she was bluffing. Without flinching, she gave me a gentle nod and stood up from her bed.

“Sneak back to your room and grab your jacket. I’ll deal with the parentals.” She said, and my mouth dropped open in surprise. She was really going to do this for me!

I didn’t need telling twice and rushed out the room in silent footsteps. I made it to my room, and turned the knob slowly. Great! Dad was reading to the twins in the living room. For a second I thought they would be in here, and then I would have to explain why I was getting my jacket. I grabbed the one nearest to the door and counted to ten. At nine, the door opened again, and Sammy entered. A determined look was carved on her face and I was grateful to have a sister like her.

She walked over to me in tiny steps, and cautioned me to be quiet. I nodded and waited for her to do something. Her eyes rolled in their sockets, looking everywhere and listening. Finally she heard a door open and close. A satisfied grin swiped on her face and she walked over to me and put her hand out for me. I took it excitedly and waited for her to apparate. The horrible claustrophobic feeling of being sucked into a tube began and I knew we were leaving home. I tried not to panic as the daunting feeling of being stuck in the tube began to worm its way inside me. I squeezed Sammy’s hand to know that she was still there and closed my eyes tightly. I could feel my body begin to tremble as the panic began to sink in. Just as I was about to let out a terrified scream, my feet hit solid ground.

“Danny? You ok?” The soft whisper from my right made my eyes flash open. I could see the terror beginning to cloud her deep brown eyes and I gave her a shaky smile. Something in my face made her bite her lip.

“I’m fine. Where are we?” I asked looking around. This didn’t look like the hospital. But then again I’ve never seen it. All I have seen was when Benny was submitted to St. Mungos. He was transferred to Asclepius Hospital a few days later and I was forced to stay home with Sammy. Where we were now, did not look like a hospital. It looked like we were in some abandon alleyway. A newspaper was floating gracefully around and I could see an overturn trashcan near the opening. The place was really starting to give me the creeps, and I couldn’t shake the claustrophobic feeling. It wasn’t as bad as being in the tube, but it still brought goose bumps to my arm.

“It’s just a short walk to the hospital. Couldn’t risk muggles.” She winked at me. She actually winked at me! That told me right there how nervous she was. I followed close behind her as she led us away from the alley and into fresh air. The night was easily chilly, but no snow had fallen down yet. Strange, but it was still the beginning of December to wonder where the snow was.

Up ahead, I could see the bug white building with way too many windows. The hairs on the back of my neck stood on ends. I shoved my hands in the pocket of my light jeans to keep them from shaking as sliding glass doors permitted our entrance. My nerves began to work on overdrive as I realized I was really here. I was going to see my brother after four long years. Yeah he may be unconscious and there was a slim chance he would ever wake again, but it was the thought that counts.

I stood shyly behind Sammy as she walked confidently to the front desk. “Hi. I’m here to see Benny Edwards. Room 317.”

The lady at the desk looked down to look at the two of us. She had strawberry blond hair that was slowly beginning to gray. She held a stern look on her face and pointed toward the clock above her. “Visiting hours end at eight o’clock. You’re five minutes too late darling.” She held a southern accent, which was strange because we were in the heart of England.

I frowned at what she said. We were too late and she was going to just send us home. But Sammy didn’t move an inch, nor did her confident smile falter. “Do you know if anything has changed since December first?” she asked.

I wondered what the heck she was doing, when I felt a sharp sting in my leg. She was kicking me! Why was she kicking me? I looked up at her confused and a little mad. Then I saw it. She was motioning with her eyes for me to go. I looked up at the lady and saw she was typing away at the computer. But I couldn’t do this. I didn’t have the nerve like she did. I was in no way sneaky. I then felt her hands on my back, pushing me lightly toward the elevator. I took a deep breath. It was now or never. Slowly, so I wouldn’t catch her attention, I made my way to the elevators. What floor was I suppose to go on? I had no idea where I was going.

“If it helps, my brother is on the third floor, ninth room down.” Sammy said in a sweet voice to the lady at the desk.

I knew she wasn’t helping the lady at all but me. I nodded thanks to her and pushed the up button to the elevator. Almost instantly the doors opened and I climbed on. I hit the close button so nobody would see me inside. Then I hit the number three. Once again I had to control myself not to panic in this enclosed space. Two things that have always freaked me out are enclosed spaces and blood. I counted to five in my head to calm me down and the door opened again. I breathed a sigh of relief and almost ran out. I slowed my pace so I wouldn’t grab people’s attention. Luckily the hallway was deserted. I counted the doors that I passed until I got to the ninth one. I stopped seeing that the door was halfway closed. I stood there staring at the door for a while. It was a little overwhelming that my brother was just inside that door. A few steps and I would be able to see him. I’ve wanted to see him for four years, but now I didn’t know if I could do it. What if he already looked dead? I don’t think I would be able to recover from that sight. I was sort of glad as my curiosity began to dominant my fear. I wanted to see if he was in there at all.

With a slight push, the door opened all the way. The only thing I could see in this line of sight was a green plush chair in the corner and the end of a hospital bed. A sky blue blanket was draped over the bed, so I couldn’t see if anybody was lying in the bed. I took a slow step inside. Should I have knocked? Oh well. I was already inside. I took another slow step. The bed was becoming longer in my sight. It definitely had a body inside it. I could see the lump of two legs sticking under the blanket. One more slow step. A honey colored hand came into my view lying limply on the bed. I swallowed my fear and took one big step so that I could see the whole bed.

He looked the same from what I remember. Almost. He had tubes and needles sticking into him all over his arms and one under his nose. His dark hair was a little longer but still slightly curly. His face was motionless but I knew his chocolate brown eyes that matched Sammy’s and mine were hiding underneath his eyelids. He was a little paler from what I remembered but I needed to remember he has been lying in a hospital bed for the past four years. He didn’t look close to death and that alone took my breath away. In the back of my head I was expecting to see a skeleton taking his spot. But it was him. My brother. The person I had looked up to since I was born.

As this realization sunk in, my fear evaporated completely. I was no longer scared of him. How could I? He was the same Benny Edwards. I walked over to him and took his honey colored hand into my own. Even four years without sun, he was still darker than me. This made me smile. I was the pale child out of the five of us. Even the twins had more color than me. A slow beep, beep, beep, brought my attention to the monitor next to him. I had no idea what all the numbers and dials meant or what they were suppose to do, but the beeping noise calmed me more than irritated me.

Looking at his lifeless body brought me joy, but it also brought on grief. He shouldn’t be lying here unconscious like this. He should be up and about. This brought tears to my eyes and I didn’t try to hold them in. Nobody was here to see me cry and even if there were, I wouldn’t care one bit. I laid by head on his stomach, letting a soft moan escape my lips. I felt something squeezing my hand, but I didn’t think much about it. I was letting it all out.

It wasn’t until I heard a loud clanking noise that my head popped up from Benny’s stomach. A nurse had walked in and dropped a tray of medical supplies onto the ground. She had light curly brown hair with a hint of blond highlights. Her hazel eyes were wide and looking at the bed. I started to blush like crazy and began slipping off the bed.

“No. Don’t move.” She said in a soft voice. I was in deep trouble now. I wonder where Sammy was.

“Do you feel that?” She asked me, looking at me intently. I had no idea what she was talking about. Feel what?

She must have seen the question in my eyes, because she motioned to my hand, which was still holding onto my brothers. I looked down and saw what was squeezing my hand. It was the honey colored hand. My eyes widened and I looked back over at the nurse.

She immediately took to action and began looking at the chart that lay next to him on the table. She observed the numbers on the machine and pushed a blue button next to his bed. “Yes?” A woman’s voice said through the speaker.

“Get Dr. Dean here quick!” the nurse said in the same soft voice she had, but it was a little more urgent than the one she used on me.

When she looked back at me, I still wasn’t sure if I was in trouble or not. Then she smiled. It brightened up her entire face and I couldn’t help but blush. It wasn’t that I was embarrassed she was smiling at me. It was just the smile was so beautiful and she was wasting it by smiling at me. “I know your not suppose to be here. But don’t worry. I want you to do something for me ok?” she said in her soft voice. I nodded to show her I would do it. “I want you to call your brother’s name. I assume this is your brother.”

She was smart. I had to give it to her. I nodded at her again and turned back to Benny. “Benny?” I said in almost a whisper.

“A little louder. It’s ok to be loud.” She encouraged.

I took another deep breath and said a little more clearly. “Benny? It’s Danny.” His hand squeezed mine in response.

“Benny. If you can understand us, I want you to squeeze Danny’s hand again.” The nurse said, coming closer to the two of us. It took a matter of two seconds and the gentle squeeze around my hand told us both he was waking from his coma.

We both leaned over the bed and watched as his eyelids fluttered. I think I forgot to breath because I was beginning to grow really dizzy. Then his eyes were open. He blinked a few times, like he was trying to get the hang of it. Finally his chocolate brown eyes landed on me and the same brightening smile I loved, spread on his face. “Hey Dan-Dan.” He said in a scratchy voice. I couldn’t believe it. He was awake! A shaky smile fell onto my lips that I hope didn’t look like a grimace.

In that moment, so many things happened at once. First, whom I suspected was Dr. Dean walked in with two other nurses. Then Sammy walked in and I walked over to her, getting out of everybody’s way. A questioning look was on her face as I stopped in front of her. “He’s waking up.” Was all I had to say. Her eyes flooded with tears and she pulled me close to her. I leaned into her as I watched the doctors and nurses ask him question after question.

A half an hour later I was found sitting on Benny’s bed, by myself. He was sitting up too and leaning against three pillows. Sammy had gone back home to tell Mom and Dad the news. I wanted to stay and nobody argued with me. It had been a long day and my eyes were beginning to grow heavy, but I didn’t want to stop looking at him. Scared he might disappear.

”Tired Dan-Dan?” he chuckled. I gave him a shy smile and nodded my head. He moved over on his bed and pulled me down on the pillow next to him. My head feel down onto the pillow and Benny turned over so he could face me.

“I missed you Benny.” I said quietly, and a small, happy tear fell down my cheek. He wiped the tear from off my cheek and said, “I missed you too Danny.”

So I finally wrote it down! :woot:
Feels good to have that off my chest ^_^

Blurred visions and warm hugs

Looking out the open window I sat beside, watching the morning sun rise further into the sky; I blinked, trying to clear my vision from blurring. Absentmindedly I moved the long dark strands that were my bangs, now long enough to stay out of my eyes without as much difficulty.

This was the last thing I had ever thought would happen. Then again, was this sort of thing ever expected? I don't think so. Of course not. Few could actually predict death, if at all. I could only imagine what Whiggalima was going through, if she knew yet. And Samuel; he always had this protective shell about him when bad things happen. He acts as if it's no big deal, and isn't effecting him in the least when really, it's the exact opposite. How could Tristian not care enough about this, or what it'll do to his little sister? Those were his parents too! How dare him?! No matter what he has in his stupid head, he was born into our family and he needs to act it.

A slight knock, and opening of my and Madison's bedroom door snapped me out of my trance. I stood, acknowledging whomever it was, which happened to be Madi herself. Standing there in the middle of the room for a moment, neither of us said a word outloud. But mentally, alot was said in that silence.

Watching her expression change from normal to shattering into nothingness within less than a millimeter of a second, I went forward (avoiding a mess of bags and our two trunks sitting not too far from me) and wrapped my arms around my sister. "It'll be okay," I promised in a hushed tone, stroking her pale blonde hair away from her wet face. I continued to speak softly, assuring and positive words while rubbing her back in a soothing circular motion. Just like mum had always done when we were upset, whether it be from a nightmare or an upset stomach to hurt feelings.

After several moments which felt alot longer than they actually were, I helped Madison dry her face and together we went to check up on the younger kids. Right as I was closing our door, Lydia came bounding down the hall to get us. "Mummy and Daddy are home!"

Taking in a deep breath, I mustered up as much strength I possibly could; hoping that would make sure I didn't crumble too. Madi picked up the seven year old, and hesitantly we ventured into the livingroom where we found everyone else.

The lighting was dull, no one had bothered to turn on any lamps or open the curtains. That was probably the last thing anyone cared about right now. Dad sat beside Mum on the sofa, arms wrapped around her in an attempt to comfort the woman he loved with all his heart as she cried. Tears streaming down her reddened face were silent, Mum was leaning into his shoulder. Gabriel snuggled close on her lap, being careful of the growing bump we called our Mum's stomach as Kaitlynnh and Julian situated themselves on Dad's side, Lissy and Lydia both got comfortable on his lap.

Blinking back more tears that kept coming, Mum's eyes opened revealing puffy red orbs that were normally a lovely dark chocolate brown color, abit darker than her hair. Taking in a soothing breath to calm herself, Mum shuddered a little and Dad tightened his hold on her. She waved Madison and I over, for we seemed frozen to floor. I took my sister's hand, and we joined our brothers, sisters and parents on the couch. I slid in beside Mum, who let go of her youngest (at the moment, till the babies arrived) with one arm to wrap around me. Though there was plently of room on my other side or even Dad's, Madi took a seat on me, and I didn't mind; Despite the fact that she was exactily my same size being only a year younger than me.

I'm not sure how long had past, looking up at the clock told me it had been twenty minutes later. Twenty minutes of quiet, aside from the occasional sniffling. I thought silence had swallowed us whole, in our very own livingroom, till Mum spoke up. Her voice was strained, weak almost. "Samuel will be going to your Aunt Silvia and Uncle Leo's, and we'll be taking Whiggalima. Tristian is an adult, and can do as he pleases" She said, informing us of the plans ahead for our cousins. "Madison, Savina; We're going to set Whiggalima up in your girls' room-" Trying to force more words out, instead she managed to make more tears flow. Mum gave up, giving into hysteria, I could barely understand when she uttered "Why? why now? why my big brother? why my baby sister? why her husband?" Sobbing uncontrollably into Dad's shoulder again.

I know she hadn't meant to, but that was the final push the entire family needed. Tears trailed down each childs face, even my own. Aside from Mum, the only other noise that was heard throughout the whole house was Katie's soft whimpering. I had never seen Julian cry, ever. He was like Dad, in that way. But looking over, both had tears trickling down their cheeks.

A few weeks ago, my mother's older brother Adrian, had died, by a potion experiment gone terribly wrong. He had fully known the risks of his job, we all had, but that didn't prepare anyone for this. I couldn't physically express how relieved I was Samuel was going to live with Aunt Silvia and Uncle Leo; There was no way he was going to live with Step-mum #6. I don't actually know her name, but Sam numbers them. Then, last week give or take a few days, we found out that my mother's youngest sister Grace, and her husband, had been killed in a car accident. How my mother had lasted this long without breaking down, I have no clue. Lima would come live with us, I was glad to say. And as a family, we would all make it through this. Time would heal the wounds, and cherished memories would never fade.

Something Grandma Angelina and Grandpa Carl had always told us, rang through my head. Everything happens for a reason and has a purpose in live, whether we know what those are or not. Even in the sad moments, like know, it always gave me slight comfort. They would never really be gone, not really. Each of them, just like Conner, would forever be in our hearts.

Shifting my arm from around Madi, I rubbed my eyes stifling a yawn. Crying had always tired me out, oddly as that sounded. Plus, it was extremely early in the morning. Glancing over at the others, no eyes were open. Everyones breathing was normal once more, steady and soft, not shaken up. I layed back against the couch again, and soon enough I too was fast asleep.

When I woke, it must have been hours later. Both sets of twins were up, Julian keeping a hand on Katie's shoulder to keep her steady while she rubbed her eyes in a furious manner as though they were annoyingly itchy, which I have no doubt they probably were. Madi held Gabriel's hand, standing on my side waiting. For me? I wasn't sure, I was barely awake at this point. "Kids, go pack afew bags, we're going to Grandma's for awhile." Mum said, rising from the couch with a little help from her husband. I simply nodded, and led the others out of the room so we could do as we were told, and pack some overnight things.

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That scene takes place sometime late June (Past the 20th) in 2066. In Savannah Mae's point of view. :)

A Promise

“Are you seriously not going to tell him? Because that is cruel to keep this from him!” Of course I was angry. No I wasn’t angry anymore, I was livid.

“Samantha, who is the adult here? I am. I know what is best for my son.” My mother retorted. If she was trying to make a point, I didn’t get. If anything, this made me even madder.

“I seriously don’t see an adult anywhere. How can you try and keep this from him? Isn’t it gonna be a little weird when we go over to Aunt Raine’s house and oh look at this! Lima is staying there. But where is Aunt Grace and Uncle Phillip?”

“Don’t say, “gonna.” It’s going.” My mother mumbled. But I completely ignored her.

“What about when Samuel comes to stay with us? Don’t you think he is gonna wonder what the heck he is doing here?” I was on the verge of tears. But I would never cry in front of my mother. It was a sign of weakness. I couldn’t afford to show weakness right now. I was once again defending my little brother.

“Samantha, can’t you understand this is a very difficult time for me? I just lost my older brother and my baby sister. Why do you have to argue with me all the time?” she asked.

I could tell she was beginning to break. I really should just walk away, but I couldn’t. How could she not tell Danny what happened with my aunt and uncles? How could she leave him in the dark like this? She wasn’t protecting anybody here. She was just making it harder for him. I care about Danny more than anybody in the world. Ever since Benny’s accident, I have become sort of a mother bear when it comes to him. I would defend him to the end.

“Mum. Do you know how wrong this is? If you keep this from him, it’s only going to be tougher when he does find out. And he is going to find out.” I had to practically force my voice to go down. I was going for the calm approach, and hoped that my mother would see reason.

“You weren’t here for the past ten months. You haven’t seen how Danny has closed himself off from the world. He still won’t talk to me. I even tried counseling-“

“That would never work. If anything you made him want to talk even less! You know he doesn’t talk to people unless he knows them. Why would you force him to talk to somebody he doesn’t even know?!” I blew up. How could I not? Danny was a shy boy. Even when he did talk to people, he never talked to strangers. Even if he was introduced and everything. It was just plain cruel to think she had forced him to go see a counselor. I know he would never talk to the person and they probably just scared him even more.

“I didn’t know what else to do! I’m losing him…” My mother said. I could see her eyes blur, but this didn’t stop me. If anything, she just made madder. How could she show weakness now?

“You’re not losing him. You’re just pushing him away! He will never open up to you again if you keep treating him like a child.”

“He is just a child. Did you forget how old he is?” she said.

“No I haven’t. But I think you forgot how he is smarter than most kids.” How could she not see his intelligence? He had to be the smartest boy I knew. It ticked me off that my mom ignored it all.

“This isn’t about how smart he is. This is about shielding him from the pain.” If she was trying to make me understand something, I was not seeing it. But when she said was shielding him from the pain, something snapped inside of me.

“Shielding him? Is that what you call it? You’re not shielding anyone here. You are just making it worst. You are the reason Danny doesn’t talk. You did this to him!” I knew I went too far, even before I was done.

“That’s enough Samantha.” My dad said from his kitchen chair. He had been quiet through our whole spat. My mom and I were both facing each other, red in the face. But now he stood and stepped in front of my mom. He was protecting her.

I always know when I go to far when my dad calls me by my full name. My mom was always calling me Samantha, even when I tell her over and over again I don’t want to be called that. My dad understood and always called me Sam, or Sammy. It was only in grave situations when he actually called me Samantha. The last time he had used it was right after Benny’s accident. It was probably the only thing that got me to back down now. He only had to say three words that got me to shut my mouth. I stormed out of the kitchen and went in the direction of the Danny’s room.

When I got to his room he used to share with Benny, it took all the energy I had left in my body not to slam the door. I closed it and turned around to face my little brother. He was sitting on the floor looking at me with his wide puppy dog eyes. Just looking at him made my anger begin to evaporate. I walked over in slow steps and sat down in front of him. I had planned on walking in here and telling him everything. But now I didn’t have the heart to do it. I felt like my world was shattering around me and any minute I would go crazy. Just looking at how innocent his face made me feel like I was the most horrible person in the world. How could I yell at my mother like that? I know this must be tough for her. But I just kept going at her like she was a bug underneath my shoe. How could I do that to my own mother?

Before I could even figure out was happening, I had tears streaming down my face. I used the sleeve of my shirt to wipe away the salty tears from my face. But they just kept coming. I couldn’t stop. I eventually hid my face in between my legs, letting the grief and the sorrow wash over me. A few seconds later, I felt somebody stroking my hair. I peaked up and found him standing over me, watching me with sad eyes. Danny was so tiny, that even though I was sitting down and he was standing up, our faces were level with each other. I used my sleeve again, to wipe tears and my running nose away. Then we just looked at each other. He ran his milky white hand through my hair soothingly, and I felt my body begin to relax. But this did the opposite to the tear ducts in my eyes. I began to cry even harder as my little brother began to comfort me. I shouldn’t be crying in front of him like this. I was supposed to be the bigger person here. I was supposed to make him feel better when he was sad. I was supposed to run my hands through his hair when he was crying. I was supposed to tell him everything was going to be ok, even if the future looked dark. I wasn’t supposed to be the one who was crying on the floor. I was supposed to be comforting him.

“I know what happened with Aunt Grace, Uncle Phillip, and Uncle Adrian.” Said a soft voice. I stared around the room until I realized Danny had spoke. How could he know? He couldn’t have heard us talking from the kitchen. It was way too far. His room was on the other side of the house from the kitchen. So how does he know? Did I accidentally tell him?

“How…How do you know?” I managed to get out. He looked down and his cheeks began to turn pink. He looked so vulnerable that I wrapped my arms around him. We sat there, with his arms around my neck and my head resting on his shoulder, for what could have been hours. It began to grow dark in his room as the sun set. But I still didn’t let my little brother go.

“Don’t fight with mum anymore.” He muttered gently in my ear. I finally let go of him and looked in his chocolate brown eyes that were identical to mine. In a way I knew how much my mom and I fighting hurt him. I also knew in a way that he was always able to hear us. He was always able to hear us even if he was outside and were inside fighting. There was something special about him, when it came to hearing. I bet somebody could be whispering in the room next to his and he would still hear them.

But now as he asked me not to fight with my mother anymore, I wanted to break down and cry again. “I’m sorry Danny. I just…I just didn’t….I wanted you…” I broke off, not exactly knowing what I wanted to say. I sniffed and bit my lip.

“Its ok.” Danny said in his soft voice, and played with my hair again.

I let him calm me down for a while, until I felt him begin to drift off in my arms. By then I had stopped crying, and I was beginning to think clearly again. I carefully lifted him in my arms and took him over to his bed. Tenderly, I set him down onto his bed and pulled a light blanket over his fragile body. Then I quietly left his room and started down the hallway. I could tell it was late at night by now. All the lights were off and I could see the milk glow of the moon seeping through the windows. But as I started for my room, I could see that the kitchen light was still on. My legs veered toward the kitchen even before my mind could register it.

My mother was sitting at the kitchen table by herself, drinking a cup of coffee. My dad must have gone to bed or is taking care of the twins. I slowly walked into the kitchen and sat down across from her. We sat in silence for a few minutes. I expected tension to be in the room, but all I felt was peace. It was comforting.

“Did you tell him?” my mother asked quietly. She didn’t sound mad, or upset. The question was almost stated like “Did you take out the trash?”

“He already knew.” I replied just as calmly. She didn’t ask me how. She didn’t even accuse me of lying. She just took another drink from her burgundy mug.

I knew I had to say it now. Even if I didn’t believe in the things she did, I still owed her an apology. “I’m sorry for earlier. I didn’t mean what I said about you doing this all to Danny.” I looked down at the table. I knew if I looked at her while I talked I would break down.

She stayed quiet on her side of the table for a long time. I finally looked up and saw that she was looking down at her coffee cup. She couldn’t look at me either. I began to wonder why. Was it because I was such an awful daughter, she couldn’t even look at me anymore? Have I really become that bad?

“You were right.” She said and I blinked at her. I was right? Really? “I shouldn’t have tried to keep this from him. I just didn’t want to give him another reason not to talk to me.”

I watched as she began to cry. Full on tears of real sorrow. I always found tears as a weakness. It was something to do when you were alone and nobody was there to watch you. But now as I watched my mother cry in front of me, I found it as a sign of respect. It in a way brought us closer. I reached over and grabbed her hand with mine.

“Its not your fault. He doesn’t talk to me either.” It was a white lie but I needed to say it.

She looked up at me and she let out a shaky smile. “Yeah like I believe that.”

I couldn’t help but smile at that. She squeezed my hand, and silently we both agreed not to argue anymore. I was going to have watch my temper and I knew she was going to try and stop keeping Danny in the dark about stuff. It was a silent agreement, which I knew we both understood.

I may fight with my mom until our faces turned blue, but she was the strongest person I knew. She has had to deal with so much in this past few of months. Her oldest going into a coma. Her son closing off on the world. Her brother, sister, and brother-in-law all passing away so close to each other. And having to deal with me all the time. I had no idea how she was not pulling all her hair out or just running away from it all. She was so brave, and I always gave her a hard time. I promised myself from then on that I would try to understand her more.

“I love you mum.” I whispered.

“I love you too Samantha.”