Twenty-two: Timothy
780 Words
“Bye, Yssa!" Shiela waved at me as she continued to walk down the street. I almost stumble on the stairs as I ran, excited to play with my little brother, Tim.
"I'm home!" I called for anybody. But I was answered with silence. Maybe Mom was asleep with Tim upstairs.
Without wasting another minute, I ran to Tim's room only to find nobody. I'm so excited to play hide and seek with him! But where are they? I checked my mom and dad’s room; there was no one there, too.
"Mommy?" I called- no answer.
"Tim?" I walked down the hall to check the other rooms but they were nowhere to be found.
I made my way downstairs to call my Daddy's office. My fingers dialed to the pad of the telephone.
"Hello, dear?" my Dads voice filled the other end of the line.
"Daddy, I can't find Mum and Tim."
"Maybe they're out, honey," he said. I can hear people talking on the background, "Baby, Daddy's busy. I'll call you later, okay?"
"Okay, Daddy."
"Okay, I love you, sweetheart."
"I love you, too."
I continued to search for my mom and Tim. But I still haven't found them. I went to my room and change. Where are they? I asked myself again. If they really went out, why was the front door open? It makes everything weird.
Suddenly, there was a noise coming from the conservatory. I stood up and peeked through my window.
I couldn't believe it!
Sam is here.
My big brother! But what is he doing in there? I ran to the conservatory as fast as I could. Maybe we can look for mom and Tim together.
But there's something wrong. What would Sam be doing in there? He usually plays computer games in his room and before I knew it, I was standing by the door of the glass house. Sam's back was facing me.
"What are you doing in here?" I asked.
He turned to face me, as his eyes met mine; a shiver ran down my spine. A creepy grin was playing across his face, "Hello, little sister," his tone was flat and lifeless. But it was scary.
"Where's Mommy?" he asked me.
"I don't know," I answered him. “Where’s Tim?”
"I know where he is," he said. His features were far from menacing but I don't trust him.
He stood up, and made his way behind me. I was frozen, I can't move because I was so scared. When I felt his lips touch the shell of my ear, I was already crying, "I have a gift for you," he whispered. His hand gestured to the flower which was planted on the ground and the other was on my shoulder, "I hope you would enjoy it, Yssabelle."
"What is that?"
"See for yourself," he stepped back, "I'll see you again, little sister," and then he ran.
I was so scared. What is this? He made a huge mess just to plant a single flower? Why does he need to dug too wide? Something's wrong. My eyes wander around the mess. My heart stopped when I saw Tim's shoe.
Oh my god.
"Oh my god," I covered my mouth with my hands, as my shins hit the ground. I crawl my way to the 'gift' Sam left. I pulled it, "No!"
My arms felt weak but I dug the soil, my fingers numbing each time I excavate the ground, "Argh! No!" I screamed. I used the shovel to my side and dug faster, faster, and faster.
No.
Please. No.
This couldn't be true.
I fumble through the soil, never minding the dirt. Help me, help me.
My fingers felt something soft... No.
I cleared the remaining... Oh no.
Help.
Tim.
"Tim, wake up!" I shrieked. I tried to feel his heart but there was none, his pulse… Nothing…
"Wake up, Tim," I hug him close to me, "Yssabelle's here, Tim. Wake up. Wake up!" I cried, "Open your eyes!" I shrieked, "Tim, breathe... breathe, come on!" my hands cupped his soft cheeks.
Why does this have to happen to my little brother? He's too young! He hasn’t even had the time of his life. Why does Sam have to do this? This is a sick joke. This can't be happening.
We were supposed to be inside, playing hide and seek. By this time I should be counting one to ten, and go find him. I have to act like I don't know that he was hiding under the coffee table in the living room.
Tim. My baby brother. Help me, help Tim.
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