Smile.A Story by JoanneA short excerpt where I practiced for a character death. My
hands clenched his, gripping on as though I was dying. “No, Rick, you’ll be
fine.” Tears ran down my face but I ignored them. “You just need to hold on a
little longer. They’ll be here soon. Wait, you can do it. You can do anything.” “Avery.”
He whispered it so faintly. “No,
don’t waste your energy.” I looked up, searching frantically for anything, anyone. Please, he can’t go. He can’t. “Avery.”
There was pleading in his voice. I turned around, gripping him even harder. “Avery,
don’t.” “No!
Listen, you’ll " you’ll be fine.” My voice broke into a cascade of sobs. “Avery.
Don’t, not for me. Get back to safety.” His eyes fluttered shut. A moment of
overwhelming panic shattered me as I shook him. “Rick.
No, you’ll live. I promise.” He couldn’t. He couldn’t do this to me. Not now,
not today, never. He
opened his eyes for what might’ve been the last time. “The medics don’t come
this far.” As he said it, explosions erupted across the ground. The blasts;
they finally came. “No-“I
couldn’t stop my broken sobs. The medics will come, they must. My hands shook
as I ripped off cloth to stifle the flowing blood. It soaked and stained the
dirt. “You won’t die. You won’t. I promise you. You can’t. No!” I screamed as
he shut his eyes again. “No!” “Avery,
listen-“ I
couldn’t, it was too much, too much to accept death. “You’ll be okay, Rick.
They’ll be here any minute. Hold on. Just a few seconds, please, please, don’t
go.” The deafening noise of the war nearly hurled me onto him. I could barely
hear his next words as my ears rang in despair.
“I
love you, you’re like a little brother-“
“Don’t
say that! You can’t give up! Be angry, hate me. Live, please, Rick, you… you…”
“I’ll
miss you. You needn’t miss me-“
I
cried out in frustration, clawing at the air with my screams. My eyes begged
him, made him remember what he had promised before. He shook his head weakly.
“You promised! You can’t just; no!”
“Live
through this. For me.” He was so pale. So very pale. I looked down and saw the
blood running over my hands. The cloth did nothing.
“Shut
up! Don’t say it!”
“I
love you so much, little brother.” My tears fell on his face and he gave a
smile. A smile. “I love you.”
“I
love you,” I whispered, dragging his head onto my lap. “You’ll live.”
“Only in you.”
“You’ll
be okay.” I brushed back his hair. “I love you.” I held onto his hand and
squeezed tightly.
“I’ll
miss you.” He gave a long breath and looked at me with gentle eyes. One last
smile; his hand fell limp against mine. I looked at it for a minute, watching
his face settle into his natural smile. I clasped his hand against mine and
remembered his right hand oath. An oath he never kept. Not even as a brother. I buried my face into his
hand, and cried. © 2011 JoanneAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorJoanneCanadaAboutI am sixteen years old and an aspiring writer. I hope to become published someday, probably not in the next sixty years, but hopefully sometime in my life. Read my writing! I command you to! Oh, a.. more..Writing
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