When Corey's sister commits suicide, his family is distraught. Ten years on, and the hole she left still hasn't healed over. The unanswered question remains: why did she decide to die? Soon her secret is revealed to Corey, and he is left to fight for survival, his dead sister haunting his dreams. But she is only a memory. After all ghosts and daemons are just make-believe...... Right? WARNING: There are scenes of violence and strong language some readers may find offensive... Hence the yellow rating.


6. Chapter Five - A Hidden Truth

My parents have always believed in being open with me. Sure, they kept secretes just like any other person, but they always tried to answer my questions to the best of their ability.

With this honesty came bluntness, a trait I have picked up throughout the years of living with them. They don’t sugar coat things or try and soften the blow. Take the death of my sister as an example. They didn’t pull the whole ‘She’s gone to sleep’ crap, but told me outright what happened. Sure, they didn’t tell me how, but what kind of person tells a five year old that their sister didn’t want to live anymore so stepped out in front of a train?

It took a couple of years for me to become curious as to how she died. At that point they explained everything to me. When I asked why, why she wanted to die, they told me they didn’t know. It was the first time they were unable to answer my questions. It wasn't the last.

Their constant candor made it easy for me to tell when they were hiding something.

Driving home, I kicked myself for not seeing the signs earlier. The hushed conversations that broke off into silence when I entered the room. The slight look of guilt that crossed their faces when they thought I wasn’t looking. The car.


They were definitely withholding information from me.

And I wanted to know why.


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"I'm home!" I called out as my feet carried me through the front door, dumping my stuff as I went.

"We're in the kitchen, honey." My mother's voice rang through the hallway and I followed the sound.

When I stepped into the kitchen, I glanced around, wincing slightly at the sheer amount of bright stainless steel and black granite that was obnoxiously shoved into my face whenever I entered the room. We'd had the place renovated a couple of months ago but I still wasn't used to the cold feel of everything. My eyes scanned the futuristic monstrosity and found my parents sitting at the breakfast bar, in the midst of a heated whispered discussion.

"Corey!" my Mum said, a smile replacing the earlier expression of worry and agitation on her face. "How was school?"

"Cut the crap, Mum."

"You will not speak to your mother like that, Corey. She has done absolutely nothing wrong, and for you to treat her in that manner is highly disrespectful." Dad reprimanded, anger washing over his features.

"Sorry." I sighed and rubbed my hand over my face "I've just had a tiring day, what with basketball and everything. Not to mention the fact that you've both been hiding something from me for the past couple of weeks. Just tell me, so I can decide how pissed off to be, and we can all move forwards in our lives."

I knew I wasn't treating my parents in the conventional manner. Don't get me wrong, the majority of the time I was a good son. I did what I was asked when I was asked, I was respectful, I got good grades. But when they lied to me, I lost it. Especially after they promised me no secrets after Resa died. I had always upheld my side of the bargain and it infuriated me when they didn't do the same.

They swore I had multiple personalities and, sometimes, I agreed with them.

Dad sighed.

"Sit down." he said and I raised my eyebrows.  He glared at me, knowing my actions when I was being lied to.  "Please?"

There was a muffled thump as I threw myself down onto the chair and I waited for them to continue.  

"Now Corey, you know we love you right? And we'd never do anything to hurt you intentionally." Mum started.

"Yes, I know that. But could you please cut to the chase? I have a five page essay due in three days for English Lit and I have to do some research for Music. Not to mention the basketball team you made me join is having extra practices this week, so I have even less time."

"Well... you see... Oh Christ. I don't know how to tell you this..."

"Seriously Mum, just spit it out. I won't be mad."

Well I might be, I thought to myself, but I'm not going to tell you that.


She looked at Dad, he eyes begging for him to tell me what she couldn't and he sighed before speaking.

 "We're moving."

Silence enveloped the three of us, and for a brief moment time seemed to stop.

"We're what?" I asked, my voice coming out in hushed tones, eyes focused on a small grey fleck in the granite countertop, my body in shock and my emotions slightly numb.

"I understand you're reservations, sweetheart, but your Dad got a promotion in London and -" Mum started but I cut her off.

"Let me guess, you just couldn't refuse?"

My voice dripped with sarcasm as I stared at them both, waiting for a reply. When none came I continued.

"So you just decide to uproot the entire family for some stupid job? You realise I have a life here? I have friends, commitments. You expect me to just drop it all so we can have a fancy life in London and more cash that we don't even need?"

"Corey, please don't do this." Mum whispered, the soft sound contrasting with my yelling that still seemed to be echoing around the room.

"Don't do what, Mother?" I spat, "Don't kick up a fuss? You want me to just go quietly, huh? Well I can't. I can't, okay? This house, hell, this town, means too much to me. Why don't you just come out and give me the real reason for us to move. Because a new job? We both know that's not it. We don't need more money, and I happen to know you hate London. Plus, Dad loves his job. So why is it we're moving again?"

Once again I was greeted my silence.

"Answer me!" I roared, the slight grasp I had on my temper, slipping with every passing second.

"I can't do this anymore, Corey. I can't live here. There are just too many memories... Of Resa. Of you. Of... everything."

It was these words that made me explode with rage, the shock and numbness being eaten away by everything else I was feeling at that point, and the world took on a red haze.

My body, fuelled by anger, turned and I could see my fist flying towards the wall as I let out and anguished cry, before colliding, the sound of my bones splintering resounding through the room.

"And there it is," I whispered, my hand still resting on the wall as I pressed my forehead against the cool surface. "The reason you are so desperate to leave, and the exact reason why I refuse to go. Resa"

I span around, my voice getting louder as I continued to speak.

"But you know what? That just isn't good enough anymore. It's been twelve years since my sister died. Twelve fucking years. If you had wanted to move right after Resa stepped in front of that train, I would have understood. Hell, I would have been happy. Maybe, Dad wouldn't have gone and drunk himself into oblivion. Maybe, you, mother dearest, would have isolated yourself in your room and wallowed in self pity. Maybe, just maybe, I would have to look after myself for five goddamn years before getting put into foster care for six months while you two got your shit together. Maybe if you had wanted to move then, we could have been a semi-normal family. But asking me to leave now? I can't do it. I won't do it. And there is no way in hell you can change my mind on this."

With my words hanging in the air, I grabbed my keys from the countertop I had carelessly thrown them on upon my entrance, and made my way out of the house.

Just as I reached the front door, and reached to pull it open, I heard a timid voice from behind me.

"Where - Where are you going?"

I didn't even glance back at my mum, but instead replied in a detached voice.


And with that, I wrenched open the door and stepped into the cool evening air before slamming it behind me, and strolling away.


*             *             *

When I had first climbed into my car and shoved the keys into the ignition, I had no clue where I was going. My mind was still clouded by rage to even register that my hand was either broken or fractured, let alone make a rational decision.

Instead I just drove around in what I thought was an aimless fashion, and it wasn't until the majestic structure loomed  before me as I was pulling into the car park, did I realise where my subconscious had taken me.

I internally chastised myself for not bringing flowers, despite the fact I had no clue I wouldn't be coming here. It didn't really matter all that much, she never really had like flowers, saying they were impractical, and would just end up as more hassle than they were worth, but I still felt guilty.

I climbed out of the car, and let my feet guide me down the worn path, pushing open the gate when needed.

It only took a minute or two to get where I was going, and I ran a hand over the cool surface before sitting down on the earth in front of my sister's gravestone.

"Hey Ree," I started and my voice came out hoarse, cracking slightly. "Wow, it's been a while, hasn't it? A couple of weeks? Maybe three? Sorry about that. Things have been busy recently, with basketball and all the work at school. It's all a little hectic... But that really isn't a good enough reason to stop visiting you, I guess. I was always your main priority and you should be mine. So... Sorry." I chuckled. "I just can't stop apologising, can I?"

My thoughts began to consume me as I wondered how to form the words I needed, instead choosing to just listen to the bird song that could always be heard all over the cemetery. After a couple of minutes of silence, I began to speak again.

"Mum and Dad sprang something on me today." I rubbed the back on my neck and ran a hand through my hair, both actions brought on by frustration. "They told me that we're moving to London, Resa.  I blew up on them. I know I should keep my anger in check. You always did hate it when I threw a tantrum as a kid, 'cause you were always the only one who could calm me down again. I try to keep calm for you, Ree, but I... I just can't leave you. I can't leave here. If they sell the house and we move away, everything I ever had of you will be too far away or locked up in storage. I won't be able to go the back yard and see the tree you fell out of and broke your arm. I won't be able to visit your favourite ice-cream store and order vanilla with white chocolate chips like you always did. I'll be alone. And so will you.

"So, yeah, I lost it. There's just something about Mum and Dad that causes my control to slip. Maybe there's still lingering resentment there, for everything that happened when I was younger. I just... can't trust them the way I used to. Don't get me wrong, I still love them to bits, but... things just aren't the same anymore, no matter how hard I want them to be. Sure, they pulled themselves together, but I'll always remember the nights I went hungry because there was no food in the house and the times I had to wipe the vomit from Dad's face and tuck Mum into bed. I was five. And I was the responsible one until I was ten."

I sighed and stared at the words etched into the grey stone in front of me.

"I don't want to go Ree, but I don't think I have any choice. I'm not eighteen yet, so I can't just refuse. They're my legal guardians and what they say goes. It's my birthday in about a month, and I promise as soon as I have enough money together, I'll come back. I can't leave you here. And I swear that I'll drive down and visit you every week. Oh! That reminds me. I got a car. It was a bribe from our parents about the whole moving thing, so I guess one good thing came out of this."

Pushing myself off the ground and brushing the dirt of my jeans, I pressed my fingers to my lips before resting them on the grave stone.

"Love you, Ree." I whispered and then turned and walked back to my car.






It's been a little while since I posted, and I apologise for that.

It wasn't my intention to make this chapter quite so depressing, but it happened and I like it. To be honest, despite the short length, it is one of my favourites. I loved to write the fight between Corey and his parents and the scene at the cemetery. I guess I'm just a bit sadistic like that.

Please comment and tell me what you think! I love having feedback and I try to reply to everyone :)


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