Fan Fiction ❯ Brother Loves Us ❯ Brother Loves Us ( Chapter 1 )

Brother Loves Us

by Nana

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There's a scream and a thud so your mother drops her crochet needles, her latest project that's a sweater for the baby. It's pink and you hate pink, so you go back to your coloring, thinking about what a sad thing it is that baby Kala will have to wear such a stupid color. Your mother walks off to see what's happened, and you don't notice a thing.

But when your mother screams, you notice. You think about dashing out to see what's happened, but Mama never tells you what's wrong when you ask, and you'd really like to finish your picture of big brother Adrian. You don't think it's anything important because everything's quiet, your little apartment seems to have died.

You finish your picture.

Big men in blue come in to investigate, stepping on your crayons and sketchbook as they stomp. "Hey!" you yell, annoyed and on the defense, knowing your parents can't afford new crayons to replace the ones these strange men broke.

Soon they're asking your parents questions and you stand up, brushing off your striped tights and tee shirt, your lounging clothes. You feel half-naked but you go on anyway, wanting fiercely to know just what's occurred.

"Our sixteen-month-old daughter Kala has been defenestrated by our fourteen-year-old son Adrian," your father says, making this statement in the hard-handed voice of the Lord.

Your mother gasps, yells, don't say that! "It sounds so sexual when you say that!"

"I'm sorry, Molly, but I'm trying to be professional!" You watch with vague amusement as your father's face turns red, half laugh at your mother saying sex. But you only do this because you need something to keep you from going crazy wondering what Ady did to Kala.

"Excuse me, sir," intervenes a blued-up woman in a low ponytail. "Can either you or your wife provide some details as to what happened?

Taking a deep breath, your mother belts out something you don't understand and there's Adrian with his face in his hands, saying "Holy holy god what have I done?"

"Mommy what's going on?" you ask, tugging at her pink-and-blue mini skirt and being just as annoying as you can. You think that you're helping, think you'll be a distraction from whatever horror has occurred.

"Your brother threw your sister out the window and now she's dead! Adrian killed Kala, he's a murderer, he killed a baby!"

You still don't get it. Ady did that? Kala's dead? How can that be, you love them both and Kala's so little, she can't die, she's just not old enough! "Why'd he do that?" you ask, because maybe somebody here knows, at the very least the answer must be with Adrian.

"How the hell should I know?!" your mother snaps, jabbing an angry finger in Adrian's direction. His shoulders hunch and he tears and his too-long black hair, crying for the loss of Kala and himself. Mother says, voice furious, that Adrian is not her son.

You swallow hard, scared because now you know it's possible to be disowned. You've yet to register that your sister is dead, that the pink-clad baby girl whose first word was your name, is lying broken on pavement fifty stories down, done bleeding by now.

"Ady?" you ask, reaching out for him as the cops cuff him and say he has to come to the station with them, very sorry little girl.

"Please no…I'm sorry, I'm really sorry, I didn't mean this I…thought she was…I saw…" Your brother just trails off after this, eyes blank with guilt, wondering if there is anything that will save him, any god he could pray to that would erase what he has done. Too bad, they take him away, sobbing now. You want to know why this happened so you turn to your parents to gouge their reaction, see if they can explain this to you.

What you see though is pretty ambiguous. Either Mom and Dad are devastated, shell-shocked, or they're just in drugged-up lala land, they really don't care.

You care. You want Kala, you want Ady, you can't be the only child left! To think you thought this didn't matter, that your crayons meant more then an infant's death! You hate this, you feel sick and you feel like this is your fault somehow, because you didn't appreciate the gravity of the situation, wasn't there to stop this awful thing.

And it hurts to know that Adrian will never see your picture of him, because you worked hard on it and you love him. You know he's not coming back though, so you'll have to destroy your childish attempt at art. Otherwise you'll think of nothing but this day when you look at it.

"Baby doll, why don't you go on and watch something on TV, okay?" your mother suggests, pretending nothings happened and everything's fine, so you have no right to be upset. "Daddy and I need to talk."

"Okay Mommy," you say, trudging off to flip on the death-box, wishing you had your brother there to help set up the X-box. Since he's gone and you don't want to add anything to your parent's problems by breaking the thing, you watch stupid shows about unrealistically rambunctious children. You shut up. You vegetate, disconnect. As much as you miss them, the demise of your siblings has nothing to do with you.

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