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Author: Noihseret PM
My brother could see things that others cannot. He could hear and feel things that others could never hope to understand. Maybe if I told you what I saw in my brother, you'll understand what he saw. Then maybe, just maybe, you'll understand why he died.Rated: Fiction K+ - English - Tragedy/Angst - Chapters: 2 - Words: 2,886 - Reviews: 17 - Favs: 5 - Follows: 4 - Updated: 10-27-06 - Published: 10-19-06 - id: 2263477
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Chapter Two - A New Start
My mother said there was a beach close by to our new house. I had always loved to swim and was overjoyed to learn this. We could even see the ocean from our back window. Our house must have cost a fortune for a view as beautiful as it was, but money never seemed to be a problem in our family. Still, my father never bragged about his work and my mother always told me to be grateful for what I have.
All the houses in our new neighbourhood had very spacious yards and were built quite a ways back from the road. Ours was a white house, two levels plus a basement, and had a porch that winded all the way to the backyard. It was elegantly built with tan wood bordering the railing. My father said Victorian houses were 'in' that year so that was what his boss wanted him to have.
My mother and father got out of the car to talk to an older man who had apparently sold us the house. He had ridden here in the truck that was now parked on the curb. Once they were done talking, the older man handed my mother a pair of keys and smiled. My father shook the man's hand gratefully as my mother turned to Agape' and me.
"C'mon, now let's go look at our new home!" She exclaimed, leading us up to the front steps of the house.
Excitement began to fester inside me as we approached the front steps. My mother put the key in the lock and the door gave a satisfying click, as if to welcome us inside. Agape' took my hand and we stepped through the threshold, into the empty house.
The walls were bare and gleaming with promise. It was a new house, a new start for everything. I could paint my room any colour; decorate my walls any way I'd like. Maybe I'd have blue or peach coloured walls.
My mother gave a sigh of comfort and pointed to a large, square shaped room to our left, "See, kids? That will be the living room. And just beyond that, through the doorway with be the kitchen…"
"What about that room?" I asked, still clutching onto Agape's hand. My mother paused in thought. That room, along with the living room was a step lower than the open area we were in now.
"That can by the dining room!" She decided.
"Can we go upstairs and see our rooms? Can we please?" I pleaded, motioning to the staircase across the hall, "We won't touch anything, I just want to see!"
"Oh I suppose…" She laughed.
Agape' and I let go of each other's hands and raced to the stairs across the hall.
"I'm going outside to check on your father." She called after us.
Upstairs there was a balcony that looked over the living room with hallway parallel to that. There were five doors total, three to the left and two to the right. Agape' led me to the left and into the closest room. He opened the door and showed me inside.
Similar to the rest of the house, this room was big and empty with two windows on the opposite wall.
"This room will probably be yours,"
I wandered to the middle of the white-carpeted room and smiled as if seeing the room now in a new light. The walls were just begging to be blue.
"What colour are going to paint it?"
I stared in amazement at my brother, "Huh?"
"You had that look in your eye…"
"Oh good I thought for a moment you could read minds too."
"Well…" I looked back to the walls, "The carpet's white, so the walls should be blue!" I decided, "Let's go see yours now!"
Agape smiled and led me back to the hallway. We passed the middle door (apparently the bathroom) and headed into the last room in the hall.
This room was the same size and shape; only it had one window on the far wall and one on the left wall as well.
"What colour are going to paint it?" I mimicked my brother.
The carpet was white, as were floors. The windows were open, allowing the cool, late summer breeze to circulate through the room.
"You should paint in pink!"
Agape narrowed his eyes at me playfully, "Yeah, I'll paint it pink."
"I don't know what I'm going to paint it yet." He chuckled.
"You never know anything right away."
"Don't you ever just walk into a room, or see something white somewhere and think, 'that should be green' or something?"
Agape' watched me with those curious eyes again.
"You know, like you just have this feeling that something should be a certain way?"
His eyes changed. At least one of them did. His right eye, the blue one, gazed at me as it did before, but now his left eye seemed to stare at something beyond me; something past the air and the walls behind us and even past the fields and the ocean and the emptiness behind that. Agape' was looking at something beyond this world; at something no one else could see.
"Yes," He mumbled, regaining focus in an instant, "I know that feeling."
"Then why don't you decide?"
Agape' paused in thought, perhaps thinking through his thoughts as he does ever so often, "Because... sometimes, the feelings you get are not always right the first time you feel them. Sometimes there are other forces that make you feel different things."
"What do you mean?"
Agape' looked around the room again in contemplation.
"Well, right now I feel like this room should be yellow."
"Then paint it yellow!"
"But, I only think that because I feel like this room has an outgoing, happy feel to it. But right now my feelings are being bombarded by other feelings, such as your presence." He explained, "You make me happy, you give this room and yellow glow, the idea of leaving Burgas and starting a new life gives this room an yellow glow. But when you leave, and when we have already begun our new life, this room may not seem yellow any more. And when that happens, my feelings will be clear the room's true colours will come out." Agape' smiled, "That's when I'll know what colour to paint my room."
Transfixed in thought, I gazed out at the open space with an open mind.
"You're weird." I concluded.
As if considering it, Agape' finally shook his head and laughed. He took my hand, "I know."
When Agape' and I crept downstairs, my father was walking through the house with a stern look on his face. We had heard him talking about furniture in the car and he said the bedrooms and kitchen were the first priority so that, worst-case scenario, we would have somewhere to sleep and eat if we didn't have time for the rest of the furnishings. My father always plans things out like that; he always makes plans ahead of time in case things go wrong. I think that's where my brother gets his 'thinking through everything before-hand' habit. When we were little, he would get in trouble for not writing school assignments on the spot. He told the teacher that creativity doesn't just turn on like a faucet and he would need some time to consider various possibilities before writing anything out. The teacher got mad and set him to the corner to 'think' about the assignment. He did, and came back the next day with a two-page essay on how he believes rainbows are formed. Agape' was in fifth grade at the time and got a 1 on the assignment.
My mother spotted us peeking around the staircase and told us to play outside until the movers have brought everything in. At that moment, she was following my father around with a kind expression on her face, ready to take orders but staying out of his way. Agape' and I both know that she was the only thing keeping our dad from a stress breakdown at times.
We made our way through the open door obediently and into the front yard.
Outside, a cool breeze whispered through the trees as the summer smells of mowed lawns and fragrant lilacs were beginning to fade. My family and I wanted to spend one last summer in Burgas before we moved to Kiten. But as school was fast approaching, I realized that I hadn't made any new friends yet. They were all back in Burgas.
A few people had already come out of their houses to see who was moving into ours. Out of the corner of my eye I noticed a girl with long, black hair, longer than mine, watching the moving van boldly from across the street. She had a young, black and brown dog with her and was carrying him in her arms. The dog reminded me of peanut butter fudge. When the girl and I made eye contact she put her dog down and begun walking him across the lawn to a blue house down the street. Still keeping my eyes on her, Agape' led me to the moving van were a ramp was set up to slide the large furniture down to a scooter.
"Hey kid," An older man in the back of the truck yelled to Agape', "If yeh wanna make yourself useful yeh can start bringing in these boxes." He waved to a high stack of crates and cardboard boxes behind the furniture.
"Sure." Agape' said. He turned me to readily, "Sin, why don't you go play in the yard?"
"Okay, be careful!"
Agape' smiled and waited until I had stepped off the driveway and into the grass before he hopped onto the truck. I found shade under a large tree and watched as two men began carrying what appeared to be the wooded skeleton of my parent's bed up the driveway. A cool breeze picked up and tossed my hair about my face. The breeze felt refreshing after having sat in a car for hours on end. Noting the rough, scratchy tree bark behind me I began pulling off pieces in boredom. They fell to the grass effortlessly, revealing an ant who, as if having been caught in the scene of a crime, scrambled under another piece of bark.
Climbing trees had always been a favourite past time of mine. My friends and I, along with much help from Agape' and our father, built a tree fort a few years ago. We would always climb up and pretend we were jungle animals or mountain climbers. The fort is still in the tree behind our old house. As I stood under the new tree in our new house, I wondered if my new friends and I could build another. Then I remembered, I hadn't made any new friends yet.
A pair of footsteps approaching the tree hurled me back in reality. Looking around for the girl with the peanut butter fudge dog, I saw instead a dark haired boy, a little older than my brother, walking along the street. He noticed me under the tree me and gave a quick smile of recognition.
Looking back to the house, my brother seemed to have noticed the boy too, for he was walking towards the street. The boy waved and said something to Agape'. He responded and the dark haired boy introduced himself. All I could make out from the conversation was that the boy lived down the street and was welcoming our family to the neighbourhood.
The dark-haired boy seemed nice. Hopefully Agape' will have new friend by the end of the day.
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