Tainted The Tainted.
Emmalina's brother had never been the same since Emmalina disappeared. It was his and her birthday in a month, he was dreading it. No longer would it be a celebration of the birth of two beautiful babies born minutes apart, but a reminder that Emmalina was gone. They usually had a big party with their massive family, large group of friends and most of their street attending, barring platters of sandwiches and chicken nuggets. As they got older the parties got more and more lame and childish but it was still great because everyone they loved was there celebrating their birthdays. People that lived out of town usually didn't stay for Emmalina's birthday long, if they did at all. She said she didn't mind but her brother knew it bothered her. She always had a crush on her cousin's best friend who used to come from Canada with her cousin on their birthday because of how close they were. He was manly her bother, Isack's friend because he was two years older and hardly noticed her just developing curves and slightly pudgy frame.
The first birthday passed painfully for the whole neighbourhood, especially painfully for the family. There was no party, the whole family was there, holding the shaking shoulders of the distraught family to their chests with tears of their own falling down their blotchy faces. The brother just stayed in his room remembering what he said just before she left for what he thought was a few hours but turned out to be two years.
Emmalina came out of her room tucking a picture of her brother and her years before in the room they shared, into the front pocket of her dark skinny jeans and smoothed down her white shirt, smirking at her brother who had a worried line on his forehead. When she got to the bottom she put the picture in her coat pocket that was hanging by the front door.
"What's in your pocket?" Isack asked.
"Nothing" She smiled innocently with bright eyes, as if butter wouldn't melt.
"Emmalina" he warned.
She cringed, closing her eyes then opening them again one at a time "Yes?" she had started moving slightly side to side as she always did when she was about to lie or hiding anything.
"What's in your pocket?" he repeated. He could almost see the embarrassing picture of him though the coat that she was lazily blocking with her body.
She has ignored him and started putting on her black jacket slowly not breaking eye contact with her brother. Ever so slowly, like a cat, making no noise with her feet. She stole a peice of abandoned, cold toast that one of her family members must have left on the island. He followed her and stood in front of her with his arms folded. She finished the toast "I'm going out" She said walking towards the door, opening it and standing outside.
"Where are you going?" he asked a bit like a small child.
She scowled "Out" She started to walk away.
He stopped her "My leg hurts"
"So? Tell mum, I don't care. Go to the doctor, hope it feels better soon. Bye!" she ran away, fast like light.
"Come back" he started to run after her.
She threw her head back and laughed "Go home!"
"Let me come"
"You're in your pyjamas!" she stopped running and walked towards her twin brother.
He also stopped running and looked at himself then sighed "I'll see you then"
She nodded patting his head "Sure"
As she started walking away to her bus stop with a skip in her step "Emma!" she turned back to him "Stay safe, don't talk to anyone, don't get kidnapped"
"Not counting on it"
And Isack limped back to his house thinking he would see his sister that night. He didn't.
After a year the pain dwindled slightly but for Isack it never quite left, even when he wasn't thinking about her. Everyone saw the change, they thought of her as dead. Isack and his sister were very close, the best friends from the day they were born and shared a crib, then a bedroom and a bed, the idea of her being dead was non existent. They both cried the night they got their own bedroom at the age of eight. They did almost everything together. When Emmalina disappeared Isack became lonely.
When he got cancer he had nobody.
His mother became an empty shell of who she used to be, his step father was too busy working and looking after their family. His father pretended nothing happened, pretending he never had a previous marriage and two children. His money was the only reminder that he cared. He stopped visiting. He couldn't bare seeing his eldest son lying in bed, pale and sick with a face too simular to Emmalina's. As Isack got stronger he started to call but never bothered to visit. He stopped calling.
Isack had gotten cancer in his leg a few months after Emmalina had gone. Ewing sarcoma. A cancer in the femur of his right leg, luckily his tumour was only in his leg, unluckily it was big. It had started with pain and swelling in his leg, Isack dismissed it as growing pains. Then almost every month he was fracturing the leg. Only then did Isack agree to go to the doctor. The doctor sent him straight to hospital for various scans and a bone samples. A few weeks later, out popped cancer.
He had been getting radio therapy to shrink the tumour before they removed it. Chemotherapy was not an option. He hadn't lost his hair but could barley eat without it coming back up. And his diet only consisted of various vegan foods, he hadn't eaten anything non-organic since he got sick. He couldn't go out with his friends so they had to come to him, usually he ended up being too sick to stay awake later than five. Even with the extra sleep he was always exhausted. He was due to have his surgery a week from his birthday.
They were so close to finding Emmalina, they followed her phone until they found it in the middle of the road with hers and other finger prints on it. Where they think she was taken lay a bag which inside held a canvas which had a picture of her and Iscak as small children. He hung it up on his wall and cried almost every time he saw it. He was always angry at the police for not finding her, they could always do more.
Isack was sitting in his big living room, alone, watching some TV show that he wasn't really watching. He was thinking, as he did a lot. Usually he would think and cry. Think and cry. But now...nothing. He was thinking about what would happen when he died when a loud knock weakened the old mahogany door. It screamed under the pressure of the loud noise. The only people who knock like that are the police. Either that or his aunty Jemima was in town.
He got up slowly, wincing at the pain in his right leg. He used his crouches to hobble over to the door slowly, his mother wouldn't open it despite her son behind physically disabled. Some would call her selfish. They knocked louder so Isack shouted "I'm coming!" which resulted in a fit of coughs. He opened the door.
There stood a detective, smiling "Hi, I'm Detective Mayfield. May I come in?" he held up his Police badge.
Isack nodded "Yeah, I'll get my mum" He gestured to the living room "Make yourself comfortable, do you want anything to drink?"
"Water please" Isack nodded and fetched one, not so quickly.
He handed Mayfield the glass "I'll go get my mum now"
"Okay"
Isack made his way, slowly, to the stairs "Mum! Someone's here to talk to you!"
Not expecting it, Detective Mayfield choked on his water and spilling a little on his shirt. He was new to his job and nervous, he covered the stain quickly as Isack and Emmalina's mother slowly drifted into the room. She was taught the ways of the wind.
Detective Mayfield stood in respect for the still grieving mother. He smiled "Mrs Brown?"
"Yes?"
"We need to go to the hospital"
"Why? Is my husband okay?"
"He's fine-"
"Then what is it?"
The man smiled "We found your daughter"
My mother's face was dazed and confused for a few seconds, she'd forgotten she'd had a daughter. Then a rush a desperation came over her like a 30 foot wave. She grabbed his arm "Where is she?"
"I'll drive you"
Isack smiled as he walked out the door of his house. Emmalina was back but all he could think was.
Why is she in hospital?
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