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Note: The summary has been changed. I thought it was A) too short, B) too revealing, and C) not descriptive enough. So here I have a better summary that reveals less, yet describes more. The last one sort of gave it away, and people didn't want to read it because they knew exactly what the story was about. So now I changed it, and here it is. She leaves him for another. He's forced to start over in a new town, at a new school. He's positive he can never love again. She loses her mother in a terrible homicide. She's forced to pick up the peices and try to live again. She's positive that the hole in her heart will never be filled. When the two heartbroken pessimists meet, they notice that the other is strangely detatched, and horribly sad. Neither can figure our what made the other so bitter, until they open up. After all they have been through, can they learn to trust again? Can they learn to start over? Can they learn to forget those that hurt them? Most importantly, can they learn to love again? Chapter One has been rewritten. The story line is completely different, yet somewhat the same.


9. Chapter 8: One Blue Body Bag

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“My brother!” She screamed, before darting away through the trees. I followed her pace back to the house easily.

Abruptly, she came to a halt outside the door and spun around.

“I need to get home,” she yelled, attempting to go around me. I caught her wrist and stopped her, pulling her around to face me.

“Calm down,” I started. The door flew open and Esme appeared, with Carlisle behind her.

“What’s wrong?” She asked, panicking.

“I left Kellan there all by himself!” She moaned, covering her face.

“Who?” They asked, confused.

“Her brother,” I answered for her.

“Okay then,” Esme began, “we can go get him. He can stay here with us.”

“I’ll go get the car,” Carlisle said. He was gone in an instant.

Esme rushed to Ravyn’s side and patted her shoulder. “I’m sure he’s fine, honey. There’s nothing to worry about.” Ravyn said nothing, but sobbed and shook.


As soon as the car pulled up to her house, Ravyn leapt out of the car and raced up the front steps. I followed behind and waited as she fumbled with her keys. She finally found the right one, twisted it into the keyhole, and pushed open the door.

I was instantly hit with an unbearable stench – a mixture of moldy food, beer, and cigarette smoke. The TV was on, but the couch that sat before it was empty. Ravyn stumbled up the stairs, calling his name over and over again.

“Kellan! Kellan? Where are you?”

As soon as we reached the door that must’ve gone to his bedroom, I knew something was wrong. There was another smell – one I couldn’t quite place. It was musty and horrible.

She must’ve smelled it too, because she hurried to open the door. It appeared to be jammed, and she stepped aside as I opened it. Once free from the frame, the door swung back and hit the wall with a small thud. I gasped in horror.

“What is it? Is he in there?” She asked frantically, trying to edge past me. I blocked the scene from he view.

“Edward, move! Is he in there or not?” She yelled, forcing me aside. She hurried into the room, then stopped dead in her tracks. Behind me, Esme and Carlisle regarded the scene with somber faces.

“Oh god,” Ravyn breathed, collapsing to the floor beside her brother. “No. Please, no.”

Beside her, a boy laid on the floor with blue lips. I immediately took it to be her brother. His eyes were open and endlessly staring, unseeingly, at the ceiling above. His mouth hung open in a silent scream, and his hands were frozen in place as he clawed at his throat. There was only one heart beating in the room.

“No,” she murmured over and over again. “Not my baby brother. Not him. No.”


Ravyn sat in the back of an ambulance, legs dangling over the side, a space blanket draped around her shoulders. She stared blankly at the cement below her as the police officer asked her questions and she responded in a monotone.

“Did your brother have any illnesses or diseases?” He asked, looking up from a clipboard.

“He had really bad asthma,” she replied. After pausing to wipe her nose on her sleeve, she continued. “Once he stopped breathing and we had to take him to the hospital. But that was two years ago.”

“Alright then. We’re almost done – just one more question,” He said tenderly. She nodded absently and didn’t look up. “Are there any relatives of yours we can contact?”

She paused and thought for a minute, then spoke. “No. Our mother died this past summer, and I have no idea where Daddy is. They were both only children and their parents died a while ago. There’s no one.”

“Are you sure? No family friends?”


“Does your father have a cell phone?”

Ravyn laughed once – a heartless laugh that was void of humor.

“Okay, that’s all. I’ll be back in a few minutes,” he said, turning away. The officer approached us slowly.

“How do you know them?”

Carlisle spoke up. “My son here goes to school with Ravyn. We’ll tell you all we know.” Then he turned to me. “Edward, why don’t you go sit with Ravyn a while and keep her company?”

“Yeah, that’s probably a good idea. She looks like she’s taking it pretty hard,” The officer piped in.

My eyes strayed to where she sat, staring at the ground. Silent tears streamed down her face and splattered onto the space blanket. I looked back at Carlisle and nodded once before walking over to the ambulance.

I lifted myself up off the ground and onto the back of the ambulance beside Ravyn. I stared at the space blanket, where her tears made a dull splatter. From here, I could still make out the conversation.

“So, let me get this straight – she was worried and you drove over here, and found him just like that?”

“That’s right officer,” Carlisle said in a business-like tone.

“And you have no idea how to reach her father?”

“No more than she does. He could be anywhere.”

“Have you met him before?”

“I have,” Esme said, speaking for the first time.

“Did you speak to him?”

“No,” she answered. It was when we went to drop Ravyn off here after she and Edward had studied at the library. He started yelling at her and pulled her inside. We heard a smash and I got worried and went in. He was on the sofa and she was on the floor with a big gash in her head.”

“A gash?”

“He must’ve hit her with a bottle or something. We brought her home with us and my husband sewed her head back up – he’s a doctor.”

“I see. What abo-” He broke off mid-sentence, and I looked up, curious. The three of them were staring at the door, which had just opened. Ravyn looked up for the first time.

Two EMTs pushed a stretcher through the doorway. On top of it was a bright blue bag with a metal zipper that gleamed dimly in the moonlight. Beside me, Ravyn gasped and jumped down from the ambulance. I grabbed her arm and stopped her.

She tried desperately to break free, but I wouldn’t let go. Finally she looked up at me, eyes pleading, with fresh tears streaming down her face.

“Please,” she whispered, “just let me say goodbye.” I deliberated for a moment, then sighed and released her arm. She dropped the space blanket and ran up the step and spoke to the EMTs. “Just one minute,” she said, “give me just one minute.” They nodded and stepped away.

Slowly, she approached the gurney and touched the blue plastic of the body bag tenderly. She leaned her head down to the bag so that her lips were almost touching it.

“Goodbye, Kel,” she whispered. “Tell Mommy I said hi. I’ll miss you, and I’ll never forget you. I love you.”

She placed her hands on the gurney for support and leaned her head. Her shoulders shook, and tears ran down her face and splattered the blue plastic bag. Esme covered her mouth and took in a shaky breath. Carlisle bent over and picked up the fallen space blanket and approached Ravyn. He draped around her shoulders and carefully pried her fingers from the metal.

As he guided her over to where we stood, she suddenly cried out and ran ahead of him. Before I knew what was happening, she ran into me and clutched my shirt in her fists. She sobbed into my chest as I stared down at her in confusion.

It came naturally to me, as if it were an instinct. I wrapped my arms around her frail, shaking body as she buried her face in my jacket. It was natural, like it was meant to be. But it wasn’t natural, like two people who loved each other. It was natural like the way a brother loves his sister. Nothing more than that.