TBDATE AU (test chapter) chapter 1 ig

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First: Here !! Last: None :D Next: In the making :3 TW: D3ath, mentions of d3ath, swearing -Grian 1- Dying fcking sucks But you know what sucks more? Watching the ones you love die in front of you. especially when you cant save them. Pearl says that I shouldn't blame myself, I was a kid after all. But I could have helped him. I could have done something. told someone. But I didn't, and now he's d3ad. Dead because of me. I watched him as he drowned, his eyes full of fear, and all I could do was stare back, as his eyes glazed over, and he was gone. I promised that it wouldn't happen again. That I would protect my loved ones. But promises are always meant to be broken. --- "Jimmy . . . ?" I step into my brothers room, walking towards his bed. His room is messy, his clothes and other random junk are strewn everywhere, my brother is laying on his bed, staring at the ceiling, his phone in hand. It was the middle of the night, the moon shone brightly, the clock on Jimmy's nightstand read 12:07. I had heard Jimmy get a call, and he had sounded upset, being the wonderful brother I am, I went to go check to make sure he was okay. "Jimmy what's wrong . . ?" He looked up, his eyes red, he looked like he was about to cry. "Grian . . . something bad happened . . ." he mumbled, staring at the phone in his hand. "Did something happen to Scott? Do you need a ride to the hospital?" Jimmy looks at me again, his large yellow wings rising in panick. "N-no Scotts fine . . . I think . . . he hasn't called me so I believe he's good. But no, its about . . . me . . ." I move so I'm sitting on his bed. "What about you?" He looks at his phone again. "I got a call . . ." He blinks back tears. "From where?" My wings shift nervously. "T-the d3ath-cast . . ." And suddenly I cant breath, I freeze, my body is still as I stare at my brother. "The d3ath-cast?! What the h3ll!" My shouts were apparently to loud, and our sister Pearl stumbled into the room. "What about the d3ath-cast" She mumbled, rubbing her eyes. "Pearl I'm gonna di3! I'm gonna di3!" Pearl wakes up quickly after that, and rushes over to us, sitting on the other side of the bed. "What!?" Jimmy starts sobbing, and we both hug him, a small family hug, under the worst circumstances imaginable. "Mummy? Why is Uncle Timmy crying?" A small voice from the door frame makes us look up. Pearl's 8 year old daughter Tilly stands there, holding her wold stuffie in her hand, her eyes scan the room, taking in the scene with to much clarity for an 8 year old. "Oh Tilly-girl, come here" She pads over, her tail wagging behind her as she climbs in to messy pile of people. "Uncle Tim are you okay?" Jimmy smiles sadly. "I'm alright Beetle, just a little sad" Tilly frowns, and takes his face in her small hands. "Stoppit!" She commands, and we cant help but laugh, the sadness easing a little. Tilly smiles her mission accomplished. "Can we sleep together? Its nice here, I like it!" We all agree, and settle into sleep. (Author: Wow what a great way to end a part Prince, real good job) --- My dreams bring me back to childhood, the memories swirling around until they pick a good one. I'm eight again, hiding in my closet, Jimmy pressed against me, Pearl in front of the sliding door. The house is quiet, a stark comparison to just a few minutes earlier. "Come on, I wanna check on mum" Pearl whispers, and I nod. We creep slowly out of the closet, Pearl leading the war, our feet making no sound as we walk down the hall and stairs, towards the kitchen. We are meet with a terrifying sight, our mother, our sole caregiver, slumped on the ground. Our father stands over her, his expression cold, he holds a kn!fe, the blade streaked with red. He turns, sensing our prescience, and we back up as he approaches, that kn!fe shining with a cruel glow. Pearl puts herself between us and our father, her hands tremble, but she stares up at him with determination. Our father tilts his head, eyeing us cruelly, and I drap myself over Jimmy protectively. But he doesn't swing, he doesn't k!ll Pearl, he doesn't hurt any of us. He just turns around, grabs a bag, and walks right out the door, slamming it as he leaves. Pearl runs to our mother, and I follow, Jim stays on the ground, crying for mum, for us, and because of father and his kn!fe. Mum has bl00d pooling around her, a wide gash in her side. Pearl is crying, begging her to call for help, but she just smiles. "My sweets, I love you so much, I hope you always know that . . ." She coughs, and a splatter of bl00d comes out. "Mum no! Please don't leave us!" Pearl begs. But she smiles again, her eyes drift upwards, glazed over, and she doesn't answer. My dreams continue through the night, the memories of foster care, Pearl raising us, Mumbo . . . They surround my head, played in an endless loop, until I have to wake up, and deal with losing another person I love, the promise from all those years ago broken again.