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Post by Julie Smith on Apr 21, 2007 20:21:10 GMT
I smile and grab an apple
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Post by Michael Watkins on Apr 21, 2007 20:22:56 GMT
"So how are you today?" I ask, pouring myself some pumpkin juice.
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Post by Julie Smith on Apr 21, 2007 20:26:46 GMT
"I'm good, you?"
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Post by Michael Watkins on Apr 21, 2007 20:27:48 GMT
"Pretty good." I smile.
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Post by Julie Smith on Apr 21, 2007 20:29:18 GMT
I take a bite out of my apple
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Post by Michael Watkins on Apr 21, 2007 20:30:14 GMT
I pick up a daily prophet from the middle of the table and turn to the obituaries page.
I scan it quickly and then smile painfully as I see they'd published what I'd asked them to for Kia.
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Post by Dahlia Black on Apr 21, 2007 20:46:47 GMT
'you alright?' i look at him in concern.
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Post by Michael Watkins on Apr 21, 2007 20:49:05 GMT
"Yeah..." I smile, "Yeah, I'm fine."
I pause, reading over the paragraph again and again. "Wow, one year, Kia." I say quietly to myself.
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Post by Julie Smith on Apr 21, 2007 20:51:56 GMT
"Are you sure?"
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Post by Michael Watkins on Apr 21, 2007 20:55:02 GMT
"Huh? Oh yeah...fine."
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Post by Julie Smith on Apr 21, 2007 20:56:27 GMT
"Ok" I say taking another bite out of my apple
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Post by Dahlia Black on Apr 21, 2007 20:58:30 GMT
'if you say so.' still looking at him with concern
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Post by Michael Watkins on Apr 21, 2007 20:59:42 GMT
"It's really nothing," I smile. "Look, here." I hand her the obituaries page and point at Kia's name. "Kiara Watkins. My sister. She died a year ago today."
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Post by Dahlia Black on Apr 21, 2007 21:02:00 GMT
i take the paper and read Kiara section 'im so sorry.'
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Post by Michael Watkins on Apr 21, 2007 21:10:33 GMT
"It's been a year." I smile awkwardly. "It's alright."
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Post by Dahlia Black on Apr 22, 2007 1:12:02 GMT
i smile back not knowing what else to do
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Post by Michael Watkins on Apr 22, 2007 10:08:38 GMT
"I'm sorry, I make everyone awkward, I didn't mean to." I apologise.
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Post by Isabella Knox on Apr 22, 2007 15:39:44 GMT
"Not a problem, usually it's me that makes things awkward." I smile.
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Post by Michael Watkins on Apr 22, 2007 15:48:05 GMT
"Oh good, glad I'm not the only one."
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Post by Isabella Knox on Apr 22, 2007 16:01:10 GMT
I pause thinking whether i should ask about his sister or not, i didn't want to make things awkward again but i was curious. "What was she like?" I finally say. "You don't have to tell me if you don't want to." I add quickly.
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Post by Michael Watkins on Apr 22, 2007 16:10:52 GMT
"It's fine." I smile. "She was the one that started calling me Mika instead of Michael. And I called her Kia instead of Kiara. She-...she was very quiet, ever so quiet, always. But she was funny, very kind, quite pretty too, or so some of the others boys told me. She used to sing. I'd play my guitar and she'd sing, but only when we were together. I never play for anyone else and she'd never sing for anyone else. And she could play the piano too. She'd sit there for hours, in the orphanage, and play the same song, over and over. Moonlight sonata-..." I stop, unable to continue.
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Post by Isabella Knox on Apr 22, 2007 16:23:28 GMT
I place my hand on his arm reassuringly. "You miss her alot?" I say softly.
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Post by Michael Watkins on Apr 22, 2007 16:27:04 GMT
"Everyday, all the time. I hardly ever stop thinking about her." I say honestly. "She was my best friend, as well, you know? 'Cos our parents died when we were 7, we've always been close, so...yeah, it's hard." I force my face into a smile, but can't maintain it and drop my gaze to my clasped hands in my lap. "And it wasn't fair. She shouldn't have died."
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Post by Isabella Knox on Apr 22, 2007 17:09:31 GMT
I hug him lightly "How did she die?" I ask softly.
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Post by Michael Watkins on Apr 22, 2007 19:07:55 GMT
"She-..." I shake my head, unable to say it out loud, for a moment. "Murdered. She was murdered." I say finally.
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Post by Isabella Knox on Apr 22, 2007 19:11:07 GMT
I bite my lip not knowing what to say. "Did you catch them." I finally say.
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Post by Michael Watkins on Apr 22, 2007 19:12:40 GMT
"I know who it was." I say slowly. "I'm working on catching him. Greyback killed her. Mutilated her, I should say. Remus and I are working on tracking him down."
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Post by Isabella Knox on Apr 22, 2007 19:15:33 GMT
"Greyback." I whisper, he was the one who bit my dad. I felt my fists clench underneath the table.
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Post by Dahlia Black on Apr 22, 2007 19:15:42 GMT
'Oh my god.' i whisper, and give him another hug.
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Post by Michael Watkins on Apr 22, 2007 19:50:00 GMT
"It's fine." I lie.
It wasn't fine.
Not at all.
It wouldn't be fine, until I stopped seeing her face everytime I closed my eyes.
Until I stopped saw the image of her lying in my arms, face and throat mutilated, trying to speak, trying to breathe...trying to cling to life...trying to say my name...trying to beg for help...but making no sound, drawing no breath, dying...
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