I'll always need you

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"Now this place… this filthy, mocking city….it….it’s here, on this lone rooftop, that I am watching my brother die."

After a fight, things have gone horribly wrong....

Submitted: May 25, 2009

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Submitted: May 25, 2009

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I'll always need you

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The wind whips around me and I sit there. I feel hot liquid course down my cheeks.

He isn’t waking up. Why won’t he wake up?

“Matt…” I whisper, “Matt! Wake up- we- you, you… cant-” I choke down a sob as I gently rock my brother’s body. I gag at the sent of blood, so much blood…..my brother’s…..life giving….blood.

I tilt my head upwards, staring at the stars, sending out my silent, desperate plea, to somebody…anybody that can hear me and can help.

Matt coughs slightly, his breathing is getting weaker. I feel my blood turn cold….no….not yet…he hasn’t lived long enough yet! He hasn’t finished that stupid invention he was working on…he hasn’t…

I close my eyes again, letting a single tear fall, landing on my brother’s shirt, shimmering in the glow of the cities lights. My eyes are cast in the direction of the city…my once beloved city….it was the best place in the world, nothing could happen…I was safe….we were safe….invincible.

No one could touch us….but now….

Now this place… this filthy, mocking city….it….it’s here, on this lone rooftop, that I am watching my brother die.

My gentle, kind pacifist brother….his light… being snuffed out….

He doesn’t deserve this…not him!

He didnt even start this... he was inocent. He hates fighting... he cant go out like this. Not like this. Not now.

I sob again, burying, my head in his chest. Seeking the comfort…that I know he cant give me. “Matt….” I whisper desperately….. “It’ll be okay, you’ll be okay…just hang on bro. The others will find us…”

I’m clinging to the hope….the desperate hope that they will come looking for us…arrive just in the nick of time and save Matt….and me…

I clutch a stab wound in my side, gasping slightly at the pain. I shake my head slightly, this is nothing compared to what my poor brother is going through. He coughed weakly, blood landing in the cold rooftop. I rub his back while trying to keep staunching the blood flowing from his main wound.

He whimpers slightly as his wounds stretch, causing them to bleed more.

Please…guys …where are you? We need you….

“M-Mikey….are y-you okay…” He whispers hoarsely.

I feel new tears come to my eyes at that statement….he is dying and he’s still looking out for me….my big brother till the end….

“Y-yeah, I-I’m fine …I…”

“Good…..” he whispers, “then …you don’t …need me ….”

No….Oh please God …No! NO!

“Matt!! Mathew!!” His breathing slowly calms, getting weaker by the moment; I watch helplessly, tears of desperation running down my cheeks.

“Matt! Hold on, bro. They’re coming, just, just, open your eyes! Matt!”

I sob desperately as I cling to him, shaking him, “Mathew! Mathew….!”

“No….Matt …no!”

He world suddenly stops; I freeze in horror as I stare down at my brother’s lifeless body, shaking him, sobbing….

I hear footsteps and two voices that I think I recognize, but everything else is a blur….

Matt

My friend

My brother

…is gone.

I feel someone pull me away but I cling on to Matt, crying, desperately shaking him to wake up…..

I sob helplessly as my older brother pulls me away….

…..I see Mathew, lying, motionless…..

…so still…

.dead….

…I feel the darkness claim me….

…Matt ….I’ll always need you……big brother….


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