17- kyle

 

"Dan. Come here." He says, soothingly, picking me up. I take him in my arms, weeping uncontrollably.

"Kyle..."

"Yes?" He asks, hugging me back.

"Nothing. I just wanted to hear your voice again. The first time I can actually say your name happily." Kyle strokes the back of my head, and that is when I notice the huge feathered wings sticking out of his back, "You're an angel?"

He nods, "Yup." Kyle breaks the hug, walking into the house. He the pauses in the living room, inhaling through his nose deeply.

"What's wrong, Ky?" I ask him, walking up slowly, still in complete shock.

"I smell blood." My ears start to burn as he walks into the kitchen, following the sent. My heart shatters as I hear him gasp.

"Kyle-" I start, entering the kitchen.

Kyle interrupts me, "Let. Me. See. Your. Arms." Shaking, I hold out my arms. His face fills with anger and I watch his wings slowly fade to black, his cheeks turning a cherry red.

"Look, Kyle. I am sorry, but this wouldn't have happened if you hadn't decided to kill yourself."

"SHUT UP, DAN. JUST SHUT UP FOR ONCE." I rip my arms out of his grip, jumping, scared.

"You aren't Kyle. You are not my Ky and I know it."

"Dan."

"No."

"LISTEN TO ME!" Kyle spits.

"You're dead."

"So what?!"

"You aren't my Ky and you know it."

"I AM TOO." He takes a breathe, closing his eyes for a second, "Where is Louis? Where is my cat?" I swear my heart dropped once he asked me where Lou was.

I stand silent, playing with me fingers. Then I point to the backyard.