Jason didn't exactly speak to me. He didn't even look at the body on the floor. Neither of us did. It was just an unexpected, tragic event in everyday life. I didn't understand why it exactly had to be us. We've already lost our mother to a car accident. It was as if death followed my every movement. I felt as if I was the mistake to the world, so it's giving me... a punishment almost. Nothing can replace loved ones. Not even talking about it would help with anything...
'What happened?' Jason managed to ask quietly. He gulped slowly, blinking back his tears.
I don't know.
How was I suppose to know what caused the death of my dad? I wasn't present during the act. Even if I had been, I wouldn't dare to do it. It was twisted, and murder. I squeezed my eyes tight shut, trying to avoid that scene. But it was no use. It had to come out of me sooner or later. He wouldn't believe me though. Nor would Emmy.
'I was... I felt like I was dying.' I started slowly, shaking violently. Jason's eyes widened in surprise, looking at me as if a vending machine had spoken up. He moved slowly towards the dark cherry red two seated sofa- hesitating to choose whether to sit down or not.
'One minute, I have a... sort of attack thing. A loud ringing noise constantly rattling in my ear along with it... and... my brain... it felt like venom being injected into you.' I stammered, shaking my head. Jason studied my facial expression, arms folded- he seemed calm. But I knew that he wasn't really calm.
'Then a message...' I trailed off, remembering a flashback in the shower. I slowly backed up away from my dad's body, and turned around to face Jason. I gulped another hard lump of air down my throat. Jason's facial expression turned into alarm, and his body posture froze stiff.
'What message, Shane?' He demanded for an answer. I felt the agonizing pain control my brain again. It didn't hurt as much as now I was able to control it. My eye sight was beginning to get blurry and dull.
'Shane, I can't loose you too. You're my younger brother... please, tell me what was the message?' Jason ran over and knelt down beside me. I felt dizzy suddenly. My head was out of control. My eye lids were closing slowly, I found it harder to breathe.
'The bathroom... mirror,' I quickly and quietly whispered, and collapsed onto the ground. My eye lids in a few seconds flat, closed. I tried blinking them open, seeing Jason's tanned face in alarm. But I didn't have strength.
So I let the darkness surround me into a deep sleep.