... he passed me by...
On one dark and lonely night, a big sister and a little brother sat on the wooden stairs of the porch. She had him laing in her arms and sang to him a comforting melody. The boy had his eyes nearly closed when she laid him alone on the porch, and ran inside. The lights were out and she was having a hard time, moving in the house.
Where was it? She needed to find it! It was her only escape. Not even the soft melody she sang to her brother helped this time. She needed it, maybe now more then ever. For the first time, her father had ment his words when he said he'd never come back. She held on for a week, but now the lights were gonne, and the maid said she couldn't come anymore. Soon she'd have to live on the street. She needed something to help her drown these things away. Definitely, she needed him. She ran back to the front door once she remembered, that's where she had left him, just behind the door. She heard the metal's noise with it's movement, and picked it up from the grownd.
This it was. She could just finish it here, and the boy would be found by the maid when she would come back for her money, if she ever came. The girl didn't care. The boy was young, and had nothing to do with anything, but it wasen't her fault if dad didn't want to kill him to save mom at labor. She loved the boy, but she couldn't bare this life anymore.
The light of the moon was the only ilumination on the porch. She walked out of the house, towards the light, but standing still at the door, as far as she could go, without awaking the boy. She gave what she thought to be a last look outside and placed the blade on her rist. And then, it happened.
- WHAT ARE YOU DOING? - A voice shouted. She didn't answer. - Anne, stop! Listen to me. - With this, she droped the knife. He had never called her name before, nor ever said "stop".
- Who are you ? - She looked for someone who might have spoken from the dark.
- You know who I am. - She looked at the blade and squatted towards it a bit frightened.
- Why did you tell me to stop?
- Because you clearly had got my utility wrong. Anne, you have to stop this. You always run to me when you're week, BUT I JUST MAKE YOU WORSE! That's what I'm made to do. I'm made to cut and kill but not YOU. Don't you see it?
- See what?
- Life isn't easy and it will never be, but as long as it exists, it can always get better. It's realy up to you. But death is the end of the road. You can fix life, make it at least pleasent to you, but with death, all your chances are gonne. Plus, you're not alone on this. - She looked at her brother laing they're so defenceless and felt the sudden need to run to him, and to have him in her arms.
- The feeling you just had is called "Mother's Love". So if you realy have no other reason to live, do it because that little boy needs you. He doesn't know mom and dad are gonne, but he does know that he trully loves when someone's sweet voice sings to him "Little eyes".
- How do you know what I felt? And how do you know that's the song I sing to him? - She looked back at the blade, still confused with what was happening that very moment.
- That doesn't matter. What matters is that you need to get rid of me, once an for all. You know that. Now's the time.
- But what will I do without you?
- You will live. You will live and have a good life without me. Whenever you need to be free of the pain, play you music, cry, write, do whatever it takes, but never come back to me. And before you do get rid of me, I need you to promise me something.
- Anything! - She batled her words between tears and sobs.
- Promise me you will never let that boy get close to me. Promise you will be there for him, so he will never have to call for me. Promise you will be his family, and you will do all you can to make him happy. Promise me you will be happy.
The girl was on her knees and crying like a baby as looking at the object who so many times riped her skin and shed her blood, and now told her to be happy. To be HAPPY! How could this be? Why did he never say this before, if he realy didn't wan't her to use him?
- Because you wouldn't listen to me. You would cut anyway. But stop making questions, and make me my promise. Please. - He answered to her thoughts.
She looked at her brother who had awaken and sat up strait looking to the moon and lowered her voice.
- I promise.
- Good. I'm glad you do! Now, throw me far from sight. Out of the house, and away from both of your lives.
- I'll miss you. - She had her face sunk in her hands.
- No you won't. You'll be to busy being happy and making him happy. So now go, trow me. And don't look for me! Do it, do it now! Be free.
She picked him up, ran across her brother and down the stairs and threw him as far as she could. She smiled as she saw the blade shine at the moon light as it flew away from her life. The boy ran to his sister, and hugged her tight.
- What is it like to be touched by an angel? - He asked his sister
- What are you talking about? - She looked at boy gliming eyes.
- I saw him hug you, when you were crying on the floor. You said "I promise", and he smiled. He was all white and shiny. He was huging you sis, don't you remember?
- There was no angel John.
- Yes there was! He was talking to you, I saw it! You were looking at the floor, and he was right beside you, talking in your ear.- The boy's voice was desperate but changed to the question: - Did you hear him?
A Chill went trough her body with simply the thought. Could it realy have been as angel? But she hadn't seen him!
- I didn't see him. - She said to the boy
-You weren't looking at him. But he saw you, and me to. He winked at me and smiled. He was happy sis. You made him happy.
He stoped and grabed his sister in a long, tight hug, and smiled wildly.
- I love you sis.
- I love you John.
And as the tears came back to her eyes a small smile cachted a ride with them, iluminating her face and filling her heart with joy. With that smile on her face, and her brother in her arms, she wispered a "thank you" to the wind, hoping it would cary the mesage to him, wherever he may be.
THE END...
