The Wandering

Prologue

"No stupid," my brother whispers angrily at me, "It is not a sixth sense! It's a fucking curse!"

"But I can hear him," I plead, "I know I can reach him if I just try Louis, please!"

He throws his hands in the air, he's always had quite the temper, "Fucking no," he growls, "Jesus, just let him go!"

"No," my voice breaks, "I need to see him one more time. Maybe he knows why this is happening? "

"Kiya there are serious fucking dangers that come with this!" he raises his voice at me.

I'm feeling completely torn because he's going against me on this. I just need his help, I know he knows more than what he's telling me.

"Louis, I need answers!" I try to reason with him.

"What you need is to get in touch with the real world and forget this ever happened, " he shakes his head at me, "end of discussion Ki, this is done."

He's glaring at me now, holding me frozen in place. Unable to say another word because I honestly fear my brother when he is angry.

He turns on his heel heading for my bedroom door. My anxiety grows with every step he takes and I can feel the anger radiating off of him but I have to give it just one more try.

"I miss him so much Louis, please," tears threaten to spill from my eyes but I don't care because he's stopped in his tracks, "I need to know if he's ok. I didn't even get to say goodbye."

Louis shoulders drop and I know that I hit a soft spot.

He doesnt turn to face me. Instead he just takes a deep breath before speaking, "He's dead Kiya. You need to accept it and move on."