15: You’re a God
While Dr. Crane changed the bandages on IT, IT was trying IT’s hardest not to rip off a body part with one of IT’s fingernails that seemed more like talons. As he applied hydrogen peroxide to the wound IT let out a loud snarl to show IT’s displeasure.
“I know, but killing Dr. Crane will not help” IT heard master say. IT could not see master clearly though IT could make out master’s shadow. IT kept as quiet as IT could for whether IT wanted to admit it or not, master was playing God with him-for it had the decision of when and how IT would leave this world.
While the carriage passed from British Columbia into Alberta, a storm of insecurities was starting between brother and sister. All five were seated within the front of the carriage, though silence encircled them. David broke it by asking “so, when’s the wedding?” Jack turned his face to Rosalie’s and shrugged. “It would be my honor to walk you down the aisle, little sister” he said, grinning at her.
She gasped as she realized he was right-he was older than her, they both were. They were even older than Jack. She chuckled and said “that would be great.”
David said “so, Michael, still going to be able to fit into our tuxes?”
“I’m not going” he said coolly, his eyes meeting his sister’s before they dropped again.
“Oh?”
“Got a problem with that?” he hissed quietly, angrily. Tristan looked at him, though he sensed that if there was to be a blow up it would be resolved quickly.
“No, it’s just, we’re family and family…”
“What? Is supposed to be there for one another?” He shook his head. “No, I’m done playing second string in the life of Rosalie Lillian Hale. Done.”
Jack snarled at him and David sat up. “What are you talking about?”
He laughed bitterly. “As if you didn’t see it too-the way mom and dad fawned over our dear sister and we were practically left to raise ourselves. It was always Rosalie this, Rosalie that, their entire world revolved around her and we were the forgotten children, practically invisible.”
“Stop! Good grief!”
“Why? We all know it’s true. That’s why everything fell apart after she went missing.”
“All right, that’s enough” Tristan chimed in. “Why can’t you let the past go?”
“How can I? It’s sitting right there-the cause of every tear I shed, not out of physical pain-but emotional pain that went so much deeper than skin deep.” He stopped then, his eyes seeing the back of her as she had turned so her face was in Jack’s chest.
“You were the bane of our parents’ existence and my worst nightmare. I hated you more than I ever hated anyone.”
That was the straw the broke the camel’s back for Jack dove at him, tackled him so that they both fell at Tristan’s feet and then they were on the ground. The carriage stopped and the three instantly got up though by then Michael was gone and Jack was cursing under his breath as he got back in.
“I’m fine” she said before Jack could say anything. “I’m fine.” He nodded once, slightly puzzled. As the carriage started once again, she stood and wondered just when she had become that person that her brother spoke of.
While Dr. Crane changed the bandages on IT, IT was trying IT’s hardest not to rip off a body part with one of IT’s fingernails that seemed more like talons. As he applied hydrogen peroxide to the wound IT let out a loud snarl to show IT’s displeasure.
“I know, but killing Dr. Crane will not help” IT heard master say. IT could not see master clearly though IT could make out master’s shadow. IT kept as quiet as IT could for whether IT wanted to admit it or not, master was playing God with him-for it had the decision of when and how IT would leave this world.
While the carriage passed from British Columbia into Alberta, a storm of insecurities was starting between brother and sister. All five were seated within the front of the carriage, though silence encircled them. David broke it by asking “so, when’s the wedding?” Jack turned his face to Rosalie’s and shrugged. “It would be my honor to walk you down the aisle, little sister” he said, grinning at her.
She gasped as she realized he was right-he was older than her, they both were. They were even older than Jack. She chuckled and said “that would be great.”
David said “so, Michael, still going to be able to fit into our tuxes?”
“I’m not going” he said coolly, his eyes meeting his sister’s before they dropped again.
“Oh?”
“Got a problem with that?” he hissed quietly, angrily. Tristan looked at him, though he sensed that if there was to be a blow up it would be resolved quickly.
“No, it’s just, we’re family and family…”
“What? Is supposed to be there for one another?” He shook his head. “No, I’m done playing second string in the life of Rosalie Lillian Hale. Done.”
Jack snarled at him and David sat up. “What are you talking about?”
He laughed bitterly. “As if you didn’t see it too-the way mom and dad fawned over our dear sister and we were practically left to raise ourselves. It was always Rosalie this, Rosalie that, their entire world revolved around her and we were the forgotten children, practically invisible.”
“Stop! Good grief!”
“Why? We all know it’s true. That’s why everything fell apart after she went missing.”
“All right, that’s enough” Tristan chimed in. “Why can’t you let the past go?”
“How can I? It’s sitting right there-the cause of every tear I shed, not out of physical pain-but emotional pain that went so much deeper than skin deep.” He stopped then, his eyes seeing the back of her as she had turned so her face was in Jack’s chest.
“You were the bane of our parents’ existence and my worst nightmare. I hated you more than I ever hated anyone.”
That was the straw the broke the camel’s back for Jack dove at him, tackled him so that they both fell at Tristan’s feet and then they were on the ground. The carriage stopped and the three instantly got up though by then Michael was gone and Jack was cursing under his breath as he got back in.
“I’m fine” she said before Jack could say anything. “I’m fine.” He nodded once, slightly puzzled. As the carriage started once again, she stood and wondered just when she had become that person that her brother spoke of.