Destined

09

Yaz

17 years old

5 minutes earlier, In Los Angeles, California.

The first gun shot sounds and I flinch at it, immediately sobering. It sounded from the house and everyone looked shocked. My first thought is, what the fuck. My second is, Haru. And before anyone can stop me, Iʻm running to the house, panicked and frantic. The sand slows me down and in that moment I think I hate sand. I hate the beach and Los Angeles. I hate it all.

When I get near the house that's when the second gunshot goes off, and I run faster. Through the door and up the stairs, until I get to his room. The door is wide open and Isamus' father is laying on the floor dead. My hands are on the frame of the door and my grip is so tight that I think my fingernails leave a mark.

I see them on the floor, and Haru lying in Isamus' arms, unmoving. Isamu is staring at him. They Are both half naked but I donʻt think about that because Haru is bleeding out.

I donʻt think about it when I rush over to him. I donʻt think about it when I push Isamu away from his body and he stumbles back saying Iʻm sorry with tears in his eyes. I donʻt think about it when I drop to my knees. I donʻt think about it when Iʻm holding him in my arms. Or when Iʻm pleading with him, with the world, with everything, that he will open his eyes. That he will get up and ruffle my hair. That he will blast Britney Spears and shout her lyrics at the top of his lungs. All I think about is, my twin. My twin is gone. The person I was born with. The one who held me when I cried. The one who picked me up when I fell. I hold him so tightly.

I sob into his hair, sitting in his blood. I cry and I cry and I cry.

"Haru, please."

"Wake up."

"Wake up."

"Wake up."

But his eyes donʻt open and I am alone in the world.