Fan Fiction ❯ Journey of Hope ❯ Journey part 26 ( Chapter 26 )

Journey of Hope
Written by VegetandAru (lord of the underworld)
Everything is my own, Please be nice as far as criticism goes, however if you do have something about it that you don't like then don't flame, just tell me about it if you would.

This was written quite a few years ago now, but I just stumbled across it on my hard drive and I've began to patch it up, it's still not finished but I'm working on it.

Yours VegetandAru (vegetandaru@yahoo.com)

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'To the world you may be one person,
But to one person you may be the world'
(anonymous)

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"AHHH!" Lee sat bolt up right in her bed, her eyes were wide and she was breathing heavily. She swung her legs over the side of her bed and slipped her feet gently into her pair of cream and brown slippers. She padded softly over to a chair in the corner, where her dressing gown was folded neatly, ready for her use. She pulled it on over her pyjamas and held it tight around her. Peeking cautiously around the corner of her bedroom door she crept quietly across the landing, her slippers sliding slightly on the dark, wooden floor. She knocked on the mahogany door leading to Trayant's bedroom, already she had realised that he could not possibly be there but she felt that she just had to make sure.

"Trayant." She waited for a minute before opening the door. The room was dark and had the faint smell of stale air, like when you come back off holiday and the house smells musky because nobody's been living there. That is how it was. Nobody had been in the room since Trayant left, not even to clean it. She turned the light on and covered her eyes until they had adjusted to the brightness of the room. There was a bed in the corner with its sheets messed up, it was strewn with books, large hard back ones and ones bound with beautiful leather in black and red, some were big and some were small. Some of the books had wafer fin pages and beautiful laminated oil painted pictures and some were simply page after page of neat black hand writing cramped all together to allow as much as possible to fit on the page. Lee walked past the chest of draws and the overloaded book shelf, until she came to the bed and picked up a small, black, leather bound book had been left open. It was full of small black handwriting, neatly arranged around the many intricate pencil drawings that littered each page. She flicked through the pages, taking care to keep her thumb in the page it had been left open on as to not lose her place. She stopped at a picture of a bird sitting on a window ledge. Trayant's window ledge. Lee realised with a start that she had picked up Trayant's diary and quickly slammed it shut. Then, hesitantly, she picked it back up and held it upright with the spine pressed into her palm. She felt an overpowering desire to read it.

"I will let go of it," she whispered in hushed tones, just loud enough for her to hear. "I will let it fall open in my hand, then I will read the last line he has written on that page." It seemed like a good compromise, she wouldn't be reading his entire diary, just a line from it. She nodded to herself then let go of it, allowing it to fall open in her hand. It fell open on one of the first entries in the book. There was only one picture on the page and she was surprised to find that it was a picture of herself. Although it wasn't a picture of her as she was at the moment, as a fifteen year old teen, but as she had been ten years ago, as a five year old child, carefree and happy and all dressed in red silk. She tore her great green eyes away from the picture and let them come to rest on the date, it was indeed from ten years back. Once again marking her page with her thumb, she flicked to the front of the little book and looked at the date there.

"He must of started this diary twelve years ago." she mused to herself both impressed and envious at her brothers ability to keep an account of his life for so long "Wow. I can't even keep one for twelve months." She flicked back to the page with her thumb in and scanned down to the last line where she began to hesitantly read.


"Lee's been getting so big lately, I'm really proud of her, but something is going to happen
I feel it in the air and I don't want her to have to face it alone."


She placed the little diary face down on the bed and flopped down to sit on the wooden floor with a thump.

"He must of felt what was going to happen, even then. Ten years ago. And that's before even anything had even happened to mom and dad. I should have never read that line. Why couldn't it have fallen open on any other line but that one. Why." She began to sob, big blue tears ran down her cheeks from her pale green eyes. She placed her head in her hands and shook her head angrily.

She closed her eyes as her crying ceased and quickly opened them again as the pictures that had plagued her head all that night came flooding back to her. From the image of her brother asleep with Tomato in the pouring down of rain near the land cracks, hair plastered to his forehead and trench coat wrapped tightly around him in a vain attempt to block out the cold, to the picture of him falling to blood stained ground, flat out on his back, an axe swinging by to bury itself in the earth just inches away from his head.

Lee gasped at the sight of her brother, his hair matted with blood that flowed from a deep gash just under his hairline and dirt smeared across his cheeks and covering his clothes. Where was that place, she didn't recognise it.

"Oh god." She whispered to herself weakly, burying her head in her hands vaguely remembering to keep her eyes open. "Oh God, please let him be okay, just let him be okay."