Along With the Shadows: Chapter 4
An explanation on how Derek came into Alan's life. short chapter this time. Please rate and comment. Also comment on what my next story should be about.
Chapter 4: My Brother
My eyelids opened to see the look of cold concrete. My head stung with every passing second, my vision was blurred, and the taste of blood was strong in my mouth. Painfully lifting my head off the table, I scanned my surroundings. Besides for a door, the entire room was made of concrete; every gray wall seemed to stare back at me. I sat in the middle of the room, on a cold steel chair, my hands shackled to a small table in front of me. I was smart enough to know that I was in the police station. I didn’t know why I was in the police station, but then it came to me. The cops must have brought me in here, because of what happened to my brother and his kid. I wanted to forget about my brother, and it may be easy before, but now it he was burned into my brain. He came into my world so late in my life, but when he came, he stayed. The memories of my brother came plowing in my mind, like a brakeless car into a building.
Everything around me started to blend together, and all I could do was sit and think.
It was about a year after all the problems that my family had with Bradley. My mother and I had just Bradley gotten over everything that happen, and moved on with our lives. I was home cooking dinner for me and my mother, when the phone rang.
"I got it." My mother shouted from the other room, giving her voice an echoing sound. I stood over the stove and took a big whiff of the soup I was making, when a scream echoed across the house. Jumping up from the stove, I ran to my mother’s screaming voice. She was on the floor, the phone clutched in her hands and someone was on the other end still trying to talk. Tears rolled from my mother’s eyes, and she whimpering uncontrollably. I didn’t speak a word, but instead I slowly took the phone from my mother and put it up to my ear. "Hello. Hello. Hello is anybody there."
The voice on the other end spoke. "Yeah, I’m here. May I ask who this is?" I asked. "I am Chief Richardson of the NYPD. This is the Kenner’s residence right?" The cop spoke. "Yeah, this Kenner’s residence," I replied, "May I ask why you called, please."
The cop wretchedly sighed and said, "Do you know Donna, and Tim smith." Replying I said, "Yeah, that is my aunt and uncle." Well they weren’t my real aunt and uncle, but they were just like family to me. "I am sorry to say, but they have been in an accident. They were in a head on collision, and died on impact. In their files it stated that your mother is the godmother of their child Derek. It does clearly state that if they pass away before he is 18, then your mother becomes legal guardian. So that is why I’m calling today. You guys can come and pick up Derek smith." I told the cop that we would be there within a couple of hours.
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I meet Derek a couple of times, me and him always had fun together. We would run around the house thinking that monsters were after us, and stuff like that. I always liked it when Derek came around to play and hang out with me, but I thought that him living with us would make things different between us. It would make things harder in life. It took a while to my mother of the floor, and then even longer to get her to stop crying and wheezing. After at least a couple of hours, we left the house for New York.
We only lived two hours from New York, but the drive there felt like an eternity. After about an hour of driving the traffic kicks in. You could be twenty minutes outside New York, but being stuck in traffic can add another hour to your driving time.
A couple of hours later we arrived in New York; the cramped traffic, the tall skyscrapers, and the millions of people crowding the streets. Derek and his parents lived on Fifth Street, in one of the apartment buildings. So as we turned the corner of Fifth Street, we saw the wreckage. Two cars, both hoods crushed in almost completely flat. Cops lined up along the streets, two ambulances, and water spewing up into the air; sign of a knocked over fire hydrant. We pulled along the curb and parked, the yellow police tape flapping against the hood of our car. You could see that my mother was on the verge of tears, and if she got started now, there wouldn’t be an end.
So I tried to calm her down, but to no avail, she started to cry. So I left her in the car, and I got out. When I left the car, I was immediately stopped by a cop. He tried to stop me, and told me to get back in the car. I told him who I was, and he let me pass. I saw Derek sitting on the steps, his head balancing on the stone step. Derek was only three years younger than me, but he looked like he was older. He looked like he was at least 5’9, and 190 lbs. He had long black hair, which hanged over his face like drapes. He looked distant, traumatized, like he wasn’t supposed to be there.
I walked over to steps and sat next to Derek. I gave a sigh, and then I looked at him "Terrible isn’t it." I said. "Nothing just seems to go right anymore."
"Yeah, I know what you mean. I wish I can forget everything." Derek said his voice almost silent. That was the last thing ether of us said the entire way back to my house.
The whole entire trip back home, I thought about what Derek said, about how he wanted to forget everything. I thought about how it would be if I just forgot everything, but I knew I could never forget. The memories were too painful, and they had already scorched their images into my head. I wish I could forget everything, and just live my life, but it inevitable that I couldn’t. I knew I was crying, but I couldn’t help it. Everything I was thinking left me, and all I heard was screaming, gunshots, and the devilish laughter.
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Derek soon became a good addition to our family. For once, everything felt okay; and everything was okay for a long time after. Then when I was 19, I left the house and moved to Raleigh, North Carolina. I kept contact with them for a long time, and everything seemed okay. I started to talk to them less and less, until it seemed I only talked to them once every couple of months. Then I stopped talking them all together and got caught up in life. I guess my mother dying was the only thing that could get as back together. Now thinking about it, it actually is a sad depressing thing. That was the past and this is the present, but the bad thing is both are filled with depressing thoughts. Now I just want to forget everything and move on, but its fate that I can’t.
I was thrown back into the terrible reality that I call life. Two cops walked into the room, both were tall, white, and silent as a rock. They looked almost identical to the team, but one was little more bulky than the other. "You’re going to be let go, but since you’re still a prime suspect. We can’t let you go without being under complete police watch."
The cop on the right said, "So if you follow agent Marcus, he will take you home and stay outside your house until tomorrow, and then you will be brought back here." So the one who talking to me left the room, and left me alone with the other agent. It felt as if he was staring at me with cold stone eyes. Then he looked away to his wrist watch, waved his hand, and motioned me to follow him out of the room. I slowly got up from my chair and followed the cops out of the door. Then we followed to drive home.
My eyelids opened to see the look of cold concrete. My head stung with every passing second, my vision was blurred, and the taste of blood was strong in my mouth. Painfully lifting my head off the table, I scanned my surroundings. Besides for a door, the entire room was made of concrete; every gray wall seemed to stare back at me. I sat in the middle of the room, on a cold steel chair, my hands shackled to a small table in front of me. I was smart enough to know that I was in the police station. I didn’t know why I was in the police station, but then it came to me. The cops must have brought me in here, because of what happened to my brother and his kid. I wanted to forget about my brother, and it may be easy before, but now it he was burned into my brain. He came into my world so late in my life, but when he came, he stayed. The memories of my brother came plowing in my mind, like a brakeless car into a building.
Everything around me started to blend together, and all I could do was sit and think.
It was about a year after all the problems that my family had with Bradley. My mother and I had just Bradley gotten over everything that happen, and moved on with our lives. I was home cooking dinner for me and my mother, when the phone rang.
"I got it." My mother shouted from the other room, giving her voice an echoing sound. I stood over the stove and took a big whiff of the soup I was making, when a scream echoed across the house. Jumping up from the stove, I ran to my mother’s screaming voice. She was on the floor, the phone clutched in her hands and someone was on the other end still trying to talk. Tears rolled from my mother’s eyes, and she whimpering uncontrollably. I didn’t speak a word, but instead I slowly took the phone from my mother and put it up to my ear. "Hello. Hello. Hello is anybody there."
The voice on the other end spoke. "Yeah, I’m here. May I ask who this is?" I asked. "I am Chief Richardson of the NYPD. This is the Kenner’s residence right?" The cop spoke. "Yeah, this Kenner’s residence," I replied, "May I ask why you called, please."
The cop wretchedly sighed and said, "Do you know Donna, and Tim smith." Replying I said, "Yeah, that is my aunt and uncle." Well they weren’t my real aunt and uncle, but they were just like family to me. "I am sorry to say, but they have been in an accident. They were in a head on collision, and died on impact. In their files it stated that your mother is the godmother of their child Derek. It does clearly state that if they pass away before he is 18, then your mother becomes legal guardian. So that is why I’m calling today. You guys can come and pick up Derek smith." I told the cop that we would be there within a couple of hours.
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I meet Derek a couple of times, me and him always had fun together. We would run around the house thinking that monsters were after us, and stuff like that. I always liked it when Derek came around to play and hang out with me, but I thought that him living with us would make things different between us. It would make things harder in life. It took a while to my mother of the floor, and then even longer to get her to stop crying and wheezing. After at least a couple of hours, we left the house for New York.
We only lived two hours from New York, but the drive there felt like an eternity. After about an hour of driving the traffic kicks in. You could be twenty minutes outside New York, but being stuck in traffic can add another hour to your driving time.
A couple of hours later we arrived in New York; the cramped traffic, the tall skyscrapers, and the millions of people crowding the streets. Derek and his parents lived on Fifth Street, in one of the apartment buildings. So as we turned the corner of Fifth Street, we saw the wreckage. Two cars, both hoods crushed in almost completely flat. Cops lined up along the streets, two ambulances, and water spewing up into the air; sign of a knocked over fire hydrant. We pulled along the curb and parked, the yellow police tape flapping against the hood of our car. You could see that my mother was on the verge of tears, and if she got started now, there wouldn’t be an end.
So I tried to calm her down, but to no avail, she started to cry. So I left her in the car, and I got out. When I left the car, I was immediately stopped by a cop. He tried to stop me, and told me to get back in the car. I told him who I was, and he let me pass. I saw Derek sitting on the steps, his head balancing on the stone step. Derek was only three years younger than me, but he looked like he was older. He looked like he was at least 5’9, and 190 lbs. He had long black hair, which hanged over his face like drapes. He looked distant, traumatized, like he wasn’t supposed to be there.
I walked over to steps and sat next to Derek. I gave a sigh, and then I looked at him "Terrible isn’t it." I said. "Nothing just seems to go right anymore."
"Yeah, I know what you mean. I wish I can forget everything." Derek said his voice almost silent. That was the last thing ether of us said the entire way back to my house.
The whole entire trip back home, I thought about what Derek said, about how he wanted to forget everything. I thought about how it would be if I just forgot everything, but I knew I could never forget. The memories were too painful, and they had already scorched their images into my head. I wish I could forget everything, and just live my life, but it inevitable that I couldn’t. I knew I was crying, but I couldn’t help it. Everything I was thinking left me, and all I heard was screaming, gunshots, and the devilish laughter.
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Derek soon became a good addition to our family. For once, everything felt okay; and everything was okay for a long time after. Then when I was 19, I left the house and moved to Raleigh, North Carolina. I kept contact with them for a long time, and everything seemed okay. I started to talk to them less and less, until it seemed I only talked to them once every couple of months. Then I stopped talking them all together and got caught up in life. I guess my mother dying was the only thing that could get as back together. Now thinking about it, it actually is a sad depressing thing. That was the past and this is the present, but the bad thing is both are filled with depressing thoughts. Now I just want to forget everything and move on, but its fate that I can’t.
I was thrown back into the terrible reality that I call life. Two cops walked into the room, both were tall, white, and silent as a rock. They looked almost identical to the team, but one was little more bulky than the other. "You’re going to be let go, but since you’re still a prime suspect. We can’t let you go without being under complete police watch."
The cop on the right said, "So if you follow agent Marcus, he will take you home and stay outside your house until tomorrow, and then you will be brought back here." So the one who talking to me left the room, and left me alone with the other agent. It felt as if he was staring at me with cold stone eyes. Then he looked away to his wrist watch, waved his hand, and motioned me to follow him out of the room. I slowly got up from my chair and followed the cops out of the door. Then we followed to drive home.
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