First person's P.O.V
Knock! knock!
I heard soft knocks on my bedroom door as I laid faced up on my cold bed, staring idly at the ceiling. As soon as the knocking stopped, a soft and rather comforting voice replaced it.
"…Alex… please, I-I know you're hurt by the news and so is everyone else but please I need you to let me in… you don't have to lock yourself away and bear the pain alone" My mother's voice tickled my ears, carefully trying to convince me to let her in.
…but how could I?
…what could she possibly do to make the pain go away?
.
.
Nothing. She couldn't do anything, no one could.
"Please Alex… I know he meant a lot to you and...." She trailed off. "I just want you to know I'm here if you need anything, anything that could help you bear this pain… just please let me know and I-"
"You can't do anything." I said with a coarse voice, still staring at the dark ceiling of my bedroom. A subtle pause later, my mom continued.
"Alex please let me help you, I know you're in pain! Just let me help you-!" an angry scream from me cut her off. I shot up from my bed and bounded towards the door, swinging it open and coming face to face with her.
"THEN BRING BACK LUCIUS MOTHER! BRING HIM BACK TO LIFE!" I roared in her face, an intense and crazed look on mine. I continued to rant as her expression shifted from a surprised to a sorrowful one. "Reverse the effects of what happened, reverse time and… and bring him back!"
I used the last of my strength to shout out and went down on my knees. Tears streamed down my face and my mom, having gotten over my sudden outburst, followed suit and hugged me in her comforting embrace. I tried to return it with my weakened arms.
"Mom… bring back big bro… please." I choked out and her embrace tightened around me.
"Shush… calm down my love… please… stay strong for Lucius, please my son"
I should stay strong… but, how was I supposed to do that?
Time skip: 3 months after Lucius's funeral
I sat in my mom's car as she drove the into the front yard of the school like many other parents. The moment she stopped the car, I hurriedly gripped my bag, my hands trembling in fear as I stared out the car wind shield, and towards the school in front.
Augustus high school, one of the best schools in the entire region of de Marie Santino, capital of Rome…'
It was the dream of every parent in Rome, for their children to attend such a prestigious school. And of course I was only able to attend a school like this because my father fought in the most recent war around 10 years ago, against some rebels.
He died in action though, it was one of the most terrible days of my life, I felt so much pain but at least I had my mom and my elder brother… Lucius.
…well… I HAD an elder brother.
*Sudden flashback
"Where is my son!" Mom's screams rung throughout the house as I hurried down the stairs to see what was going on, to see big bro Lucius again. However, when I made it down the stairs, fully facing the entrance of the front door, where my mom along with some of my dad's old friends stood, there was no sign of big bro.
I was going to ask about him when one of my dad's old friends spoke, his words answered my unasked question, rattled my entire world, and scarred me for life.
"I'm sorry Miss Conner… but I'm afraid to inform you that your son, Lucius Conner…
… has unfortunately passed away."
Time stopped for me, I felt the arousing bile coming upwards into my mouth.
No…it can't be… big bro can't be dead.
*End of flashback.
Just like father… he also died in war.
I saw a group of guys enter into the school, all laughing with large grins on their faces. My blood boiled at the sight, my trembling increasing and gaining my mom's attention. She placed her right hand on mine, calming me to an extent.
"Darling…" My mom called and I turned to her. "please take care of yourself, remember what I told you, if you're ever uncomfortable about something, just inform your teacher to call me okay, and I'll be on my way to take you back home, okay Alex…?" Her voice was comforting, filled with love, and a bit of hesitation, so I smiled a little to ease her nerves. I couldn't afford to worry her and risk her health, she needed me, just like how I needed my brother so I decided I'd be there for her.
"Okay mom, I love you"
She smiled in response and hugged me, after which I got down from the car and began to stroll towards the main door of the school. A few steps in, I turned to wave my mom goodbye. Delighted, she returned it with that big smile I adored so much. And with that, I finally entered into the school.
I made my way towards the locker halls and approached my own locker, 'locker 007'. As I began to open it however, a foreign hand slammed it shut, making a loud bang in the process.
I lifted my head to see the culprit and no surprise, it was team captain of the Augustus football team, Michael Dominic, and of course his faithful sidekicks, as always.
"Why hello trash, didn't see you there" he spat out, distaste and malice clear in his voice. I only stared silently, and not in the mood for trouble, decided to just leave.
"Hey! Did I say you could leave, trash!" I felt a hand pull on my bag, dragging me back forcefully and slamming me into the locker. I groaned in response.
Oh, how I hated this school. To my core.
Michael proceeded to open my locker and bring out all of my stuffs from it, pouring them all to the groud. Before I could stop it, a very familiar drawing journal fell to the ground, gaining one of the bullies' attentions. He bent down to pick it up and showed it to Michael. I began to panic.
"Hey Mike, look what I got here" the bully with blond hair made into a punk hairstyle, called out to Michael. Noticing my panicked look in my eyes, Micheal grinned and collected the book, opening the first chapter and almost immediately roaring out with laughter.
"HEY LEAVE MY BOOK YOU BASTARD!" I roared at him, but he ignored me and began to read out the contents of the book.
"To my little brother, Alex, from big bro" the bully began, still laughing loudly as he skimmed through the journal. As his laughter got louder so did that of his friends. Wheezing, he continued..
"remember what I told you Alex, whenever you're sad or unhappy, just sing the song I taught you okay, wove ywou, big bro, so sad… and pathetic, no wonder the asshole died in war"
And with that, I sprang free of the other bullies' hold and charged towards Michael with a loud roar.
"YOU BASTARD! HOW DARE YOU INSULT MY BROTHER-" I tackled him to the ground but immediately got charged at by his other friends. They pulled me up from him then and held me down as Michael, now enraged pulled his fist back and hammered it down on my face multiple times.
Blood began to drip down face, my vision getting blurry. A loud cry echoed in the hall as a teacher called out to them prompting them all to run away. Alone now, I fell to the floor, lying over my big brother's journal. The opened covers were exposed and my bloody face rested on it, staining the surface of the page blood red.
I heard the running steps of the teacher heading for me but I didn't care. Weakly, I began to hum the song my brother taught me. A tear escaped my right eye, falling onto the page of the journal with one of my brother's drawings. It was of a crying angel that covered its face….
I just had to ruin it with my bloody face.
With a weak laugh I started to lose consciousness as I finished the last part of my song.
"o flens… angelus accipe.. lacrimas meas… et dolorem aufer…"
"Someone please help me get him to the school nurse!"
And with that… everything turned black.
Time skip: 10:00pm
Third person's p.o.v
"Well, that was a good game guys! See you guys tomorrow" a player from Michael's team saluted his friends as they made their way back from football practice. Still in his football gear, he brushed his hands through his blond punk hair and began to race home. However, noting it was getting later, he decided to make his way to the nearest bus stop. He soon arrived and sat waiting, his gaze in the direction the bus was to come from.
"Come on, when will this bus arrive?" the boy murmured impatiently.
A bushy nearby caught his attention as he noticed a little opening in it. Feeling as if something was watching him, he felt his skin crawl and frightened, he stood from where he sat, deciding to forget about the bus. Before he could leave though, the his arrived before him and he hurriedly got in. Without so much as a glance at the driver, he hurried to the back of the bus and took a seat by the window, still keeping a wary gaze on the bush. As the bus began to move, the boy gave a sigh of relief.
"That was creepy" He said, relieved. His relief soon faded though as he noticed the odd silence in the bus. Reasoning that it made sense since he and the driver were the only ones in the bus, the boy stayed calmed and waited for his stop.
Seconds turned into minutes… and minutes into hours but the bus never stopped. The boy began to worry again. He took a look around his surroundings and saw that he was far from his destination.
Angry, he stomped his way to the front to meet the driver.
"Sir! Sir! You missed my bus stop." He yelled as he approached the driver seat but went silent when he noticed the seat was empty and no one was driving the bus. The boy staggered back in disbelief then looked forward to find he was heading for a cliff. Panicking, he ran towards the door of the bus and tried to open it but it was locked. Desperate, he continued his failed attempt, pushing violently but failing to get the door to budge. He looked around him in panic once more and at the back of the bus, just outside the rear wind shield of the bus, he saw a terrifying angel statue that looked like it was weeping with it's hands covering it's face. It gave a loud cry, scaring the boy just before the bus ran off the cliff and landed into the river below.
As it sunk, drowning the boy and taking his life, a hum filled the air, like that of someone singing a song.
"o flens… angelus accipe.. lacrimas meas… et dolorem aufer…"