• Chapter 2:
    “Don’t scream,” said the man placing his hand over Edan’s mouth. Edan’s dark brown eyes were filled with terror. A sharp pain completely filled him. It was over powering, like something was killing him from within.
    “Now Edan, listen me,” he shifted his head, he stared and the woman with the dark red stained lips. She stood the forcefully restraining herself, “You must remain calm, just relax. Everything will be fine.” The room fell silent. The quite ate away at everything only leaving the anxiety.
    “I come to see my brother,” a small girl peeked around the corner. Her black hair curled past her shoulders, in sinister twists. The man and woman stared at each other and then the boy. Edan nodded his head, smiling. The small girl gingerly walked over. He reached for her hand holding it gently.
    They said nothing. Their eyes spoke for them. The girl’s were scared, afraid, while the boy’s were filled with compassion covering pain. Edan stared at the girl, her eyes leaking.
    “What’s wrong?” he smiled, laughing.
    “I don’t want you to die, Edan. Not now, we need you. Please I just want you to be ok. I need you to be ok. Please! Don’t go,” she cried, her eyes flooding in a pool of misery. “Don’t go!”
    Edan gave a weak smile, fruitlessly hiding the increasing pain. He squeezed his sister’s hand, unable to hold off the pain any longer. Until it reached the peek, the highest point. It was beyond any human reason, for it was a pain no regular human would feel, or at least any regular human that would remain that way. That would remain human.
    After that, it was practically nothing.
    There were only a few things.
    A very calm man and woman, seemingly devoid of emotion.
    A sobbing little girl with black hair in ribbon curls.
    The sound of a heartbeat growing fainter.
    And a dying boy, with black eyes.
    That’s when it was obvious. This was the end of the winding road. He was going to die.
    Edan gave a blank stare at the monitor gave one last long beep. He gazed at his sister holding her hand and then gave one last smile. Then there was perfect nothing.
    The girl cried screaming, “No! Please tell me this isn’t happening! This can’t be happening! Not now! Please!” And then off course there was the shaking, the instinct of knowing. Being sure that someone was gone.
    “We did all in our power,” said the man. He revealed the crescent moon shape on Edan’s arm. “I promise this isn’t the end.”
    She knelt down by her brother and cried knowing she would probably never see him again. Poor little Serenity.