I remembered his genuine concern towards my so called 'falling issues'. 
                          
Only if I could turn back the hands of time.
                          
I looked at him again and his ghostly pale face did nothing to give me hope.
                          
There was no hope.
                          
He was truly gone.

                          
                                 ****

                          
Now imagine a family grieving, when a blonde , skank , stupid ass nurse walks in, chewing gum and blowing bubbles like a skilled whore, saying that she needed to drop my brother's 'corpse' in the morgue like he was some used tampon.
I had never been more proud of my mafia raised cousin Sydney who pulled out his gun and aimed between her eyes.
The gum dropped out of her mouth and she blinked rapidly.
                          
"Get out of here you emotionless bitch" my Mom hissed. 
                          
Seems they were cool with my gun toting cousin.
                          
The nurse hesitated, but then Sydney cocked the gun.
                          
"I'll take my son's...mmph..body to a private morgue in the morning" my Dad declared.
                          
She zoomed out of the room and I thought if I ever saw her again, I'd strangle her with my feet.
                          
After six hours, my family — or what's left of it — went home. 
No amount of persuasion could make me leave Zach behind.
                          
It felt....wrong.
                          
So, I just slumped on the floor beside the bed and reached out to hold Zach's hand.
                          
The room was quiet.
                          
"I'm sorry Zach... I'm so sorry. I should've been there. Your Zion Lion is sorry, please forgive him"
                          
I cried till my eyes felt puffy and then I slipped into a joyless sleep.
                          
I woke up to the sound of feet in the room.
At first , I thought it was my Mom trying to see him one last time. But then again, Mom was always in the noisiest, most 'professional' heels.
                          
But these?
                          
These sounded like rubber clad feet.
                          
I cracked one eye open and dared to peep, then I smelt it — vanilla; her vanilla scent. 
                          
Nerd witch?
No , she couldn't possibly be here. Could she?
                          
I opened my other eye and sure as hell, there she was standing beside Zach's bed and looking at his face with a sad expression on her face.
                          
I was angry and curious.
Angry that she could break into my brother's private room without respect.
                          
But curious.
Why was she here?
It couldn't possibly be to extend her condolences.
                          
1. I haven't told anyone and I doubt Mom and Dad would make their son's death viral for fame (they've got plenty of that shit)
2. She shouldn't have broken into his private room
3. She freaking hates me!
                          
Why was she looking so sad? On the verge of tears even?
                          
I'd never seen any emotion on her face before except anger, rage, hate, fury, detest, loathe — all directed at me by the way — and the deadpan expressions.
                          
As always, curiosity got the better of me and I observed her while still pretending to be asleep.
                          
She sat beside him on the bed and brushed some hair away from his forehead. She was still dressed in the same clothes from the coffee shop and right now, she looked like an angel — how ironic that I'm comparing the devil herself to an angel — 
                          
"So much pain..." she whispered, her voice so thick with emotion like I'd never heard before "No one deserves to suffer so much pain"
She took his hand in hers and pulled off her beanie, allowing her long silver hair to cascade down her face and frame it beautifully. 
                          
I was awestruck. I knew something was about to happen.
She took her glasses off too then leant slowly and kissed Zach's forehead.
                          
Umm....Okay....She just took her weirdness to a whole new level by kissing my dead brother.
                          
I kept observing, then I saw her hair begin to glow.
                          
Wait...
                          
Maybe it was the reflection of the light..
                          
No? 
                          
Oh Hell. Her hair was glowing! I knew it! She was a witch!
                          
I willed myself to remain quiet when she whispered the next words
                          
"Your pain stops now"
                          
Then I heard a soft gasp and I saw Zach's chest moving.
                          
H-he was breathing?But how?
                          
No,this has gone too far...
                          
"Riley?" I called.
                          
Her head snapped towards me and her face was instantly devoid of any emotion. She scowled and in an instant, she was in front of me
                          
How did she move so fucking fast?!!
                          
She drew her fist back.
                          
All I remembered was pain, stars and blackness....










                          
A/N: Bet you didn't see that coming did ya? :)
I just love a good Zion beating don't ya?Okay, feel free to guess what Riley is.
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Goodnight now.
                          
 Your crazy amateur writer,
Sommy❤

                          
Edited: 2nd June 2020