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My Other Half	By : aliceandmyraspencer Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Rammstein Views: 1701 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I dont know the band rammstein. I make no profit. Purely fiction.

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Title: My Other Half Chapter 5
Disclaimer: Don't know Rammstein (wish I did though lol), make no profit from this, purely fiction.
AN: Remember, this is fanfiction. If you do not like it you do not have to read it. This is completely in Olli's POV because I came to realize that all the stuff I wanted to put in this chapter would take me FOREVER to post it. So Olli's special in this chapter, a whole chapter just for him :) I'd also like to mention that I typed as fast as I could once I realized it'd been around 8 months since my last update. Another random thought; I have the dire urge to steal Paul's left shoe lol.

[Olli P.O.V]

Today was a good day. Mom didn't freak out like I thought she might upon seeing Myra but she didn't react either so it kind of evened out. It was nice to see the two women I adore above others (besides Cousin Alice, she's like another sister to me) be able to reunite. The past few years have been the hardest on me due to certain incidents in my life but Alice and Paul managed to keep me from going insane with monthly visits and even bringing along their roommate Flake (whose real name I'd learned after 5 weeks of knowing him) who has also become my friend as well. He's known Paul for years and it practically makes them brothers and if we throw in an asshole in their little group (which Alice has literally done on purpose because she knows she can get away with inviting a complete stranger who didn't know what they'd gotten themselves into to get-togethers) we get a group just like the one I had before I lost my sister. Sometimes when Alice came over she'd do little things that reminded me of Myra and for a little bit it felt like I had a sister again.

My eyes traveled to the car's clock that was part of the radio and it read 7:30 P.M. We'd spent the whole day visiting mom and we'd just left because visiting hours were over. By now I was hungry again but I merely kept it to myself, I didn't want to bother Myra while she was driving and get in a wreck, I’m sure she’d hurt me if the car got damaged since we’d survive. Unfortunately the longer I waited the more I found myself looking at her pail, soft neck and observing how the blood in her veins pushed against her skin. It's almost as if it's whispering to me, begging me to release it. Simply starring at her neck made my throat even more parched and the tips of my fangs poke inside my mouth. The memory of Richard telling me that a vampires thirst could not be tamed easily whispered in my mind as I continued to stare at my twin's neck.

A moment of realization hit me that I was salivating over my sisters' neck and made me give a verbal response. "Ewe." I wasn't hungry anymore now that the thought of giving my sister a hickey came to mind. I loved my sister, but not like that. That and it was creepy to even think of it. I would have to like incest to even think of liking it.

Her laugh was light as she looked at me for a moment before turning her eyes back to the highway; a slightly disgusted look was on her face. "Please stop thinking yucky thoughts. Just because we haven't seen each other in 20 years doesn't mean you get to pick up where we left off and gross me out like we're 15 again. I know you're hungry so be patient."

I laughed at her choice of words. The way she spoke was as if we really had never parted all these years. The feeling I get now that we are together again feels like we never even went a day without seeing each other. I couldn't help myself but act the way we did back then, back when my life was pleasant and easy compared to the one I'd lived as an adult. Who knew that she was the biggest part of my life that made me happy and affected me so strongly? I didn't until she was gone; the following months I spent in therapy would prove it. "Maybe I will if you stop saying 'yucky' like a child. You're 39 years old sister dearest, use adult words. You are the smarter twin after all."

As I made the last joke something... scary began. It became too quiet in the car and Myra's breathing ceased as her hands tightened on the steering wheel, making the bones of her knuckles show significantly. The windows were not rolled down but the air in the car seemed to get a tad bit colder and make the car have an empty feel to it. I sensed anger radiating from her and almost thought I saw it actually come off her in waves of dark red. It was dark anger as her foot let off the gas and she pulled over off the road into the gravel, letting traffic pass us by as we slowed to a stop. She left the on but made no other move than to park it. I was about to ask her what was wrong when she slowly turned her eyes on me with a hardness to them that made me shut my mouth. The look on her face was one of my worst fears come to life when we were younger because then I KNEW I had pissed her thoroughly off. Instantly my face suddenly stung strong enough for me to cry out in pain. "OUCH! FUCK! What the fuck was that?" I asked. I hadn't seen her move at all so I had no clue where that came from. She’d never hit me before so I would have never have suspected her. Was it possible I’d pissed a ghost off?

Seconds later I felt the sting again only it hurt more this time and I did not cry out. What was going on? Was the ghost of Grandpa Gordon out to get me or something? I had a momentary flashback as I thought of him. That man loved slapping his grandchildren around every chance he got and since I was the only boy I got slapped a lot because he didn't really like making the girls cry. The old man had claimed that boys should never cry otherwise they were considered weak like little girls.

As I rubbed my cheek in an attempt to soothe my pain I saw her slowly raise her hand for my eyes to follow but then quickly slapped the other cheek as hard and as fast as she had the first cheek. I was in so much shock by just witnessing her do it because she'd never hit me like that before that I didn't even notice the pain this time. Myra had actually backhanded me! "Don't you dare call me smarter than you Oliver, DON'T YOU DARE!" she whispered callously. She looked away from me quickly and pretended to be strong but I still caught the sight of bloody tears at the ends of her eyes. Again, the memory of our grandfather calling girls weak flowed through my mind but I pushed it away because I knew that my sister was stronger than that. It must have been something notable to make her cry the way she was now. What was wrong with her? What had I said that was that bad? In high school she did earn better grades than I did and knew how to avoid trouble, which I didn't. I always thought she took it as a complement except for that one time-oh... That's right. The teasing, bullying and name calling all started with that one similar comment.

Lifting my arm and gently wiping a blood tear from her cheek I undid my seatbelt and sat closer to her, embracing her with a hug as best as I could. She didn't reject me; instead she twisted around and wrapped her arms around my torso while burying her face in my chest with sniffles. The way she was lightly shaking in my arms made it feel as if I was holding a child and I felt like such a dumbass. Why wasn't my brain thinking realistically? This is my sister I'm with, the person whom I'm talking to. I need to think rationally for her sake and not like I can just say anything to her that won't activate a bad memory. Suffering years of mockery from Doom and his 'fan club' calling her the smartest nerd and the smartest freak show that ever walked the Earth that she shouldn't even bother leaving her room because of what she was only put her further into a downward spiral of depression and now to have ME say something similar must be painful. "I didn't mean to hurt you, sister. I just forgot for a while about all the name calling you went through. I was so busy being happy to have you back that I forgot that it still hurts you after all these years to have words like that said to you. Please don't be angry at me, Myra."

Her response was a painful pinch in the side under the armpit that hurt enough for me to let her go and scrunch my face up in pain. This was one of my pathetic points that she often used on me when Till and I played "Myra in the middle" with her stuff by tossing it back and forth between him and I. Being the short one in our group she adapted quickly to even the odds and learned our weaknesses. Right now she appeared aggravated as she stared me down, making me want to shrink closer and into the door of my side of the car. "That's not the only reason. I always despised how you put yourself down like that, how you thought you weren't good enough because dad on no account accepted of the way you seemed to live life and never take things seriously and how he kept feeding you that bullshit that you'd never amount to anything and that I would! You had goals, dreams and you were going places Olli! You were not dumb. You are a smart man and became successful at leading a full life. Look at me! I'm stuck in the body of a 19 year old and haven't even gotten my first job yet! I am so proud of you that you managed to lead a great life without me holding you back because let's be honest, I know I wasn't an effortless person to live with, with my constant complaints and nagging. I've gotten over about being teased Olli but I'm far from letting you talk about yourself that way." With that she wiped what was left of her tears with a white napkin she'd retrieved from the glove compartment and started the car up before carefully going back onto the highway while making sure we didn’t get hit.

The way she spoke of herself seemed like she was still blaming herself for things that happened in our past. I was going to have to discontinue her from blaming herself but while my mind lingered IN the past a painful memory of my own took over. A memory that nearly killed me when the event happened. 'Emma...' I didn't even notice as Myra waved her hand over my eyes to try and see what was wrong with me. I was too busying going back into my mind to the day that gave my life meaning again and how that part of my life eventually ended as quickly as it had started.

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***Flashback, 4 years ago***

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It had been a long and stressful day so far. Alice, Paul and Flake came into town randomly today and decided to play the 'let's bug Olli at work' game. Honestly, I was ready to shove all 3 of them in a box and put them in the janitor's closet by now. And considering they're trying to get me to leave my post right now by telling me a long boring story about how Alice mixed Flakes fruit loop cereal with the peanut butter cookie dough, vinegar and pizza sauce I was close to doing that considering the janitors closet is right around the corner from my office that I am sitting in at this very moment. "And then Flake and Paul bit into the cookies and made ugly faces before violently vomiting some brown and pink chunks onto their blue-suede shoes that I bought them," she said triumphantly with a coy smile.

She was purposely pressing my buttons to see when I would crack and give into her demands that I just get up and go out with them right now. Knowing just how much the smell of vomit bothers me she's used a mental image against me and is bringing me one step closer to running to the bathroom and probably getting fired if I get caught leaving my post. That is, if it's not my lunch hour (which it is not). In case I hadn't mentioned what I do for a living, I'm a security guard for the museum and I run the security network and watch everything on camera and inform the other security guards of trouble makers. So my job is pretty big considering there's always some idiot who wants to ruin fabulous art every day.

Turning my eyes back to the many screens I was supposed to be watching I tried ignoring what she said by turning my eyes to the camera with the T-Rex. The T-Rex was the one that seemed to get a lot of attention from idiots, especially teenagers who wanted to vandalize it so I always gave that particular camera a little more attention than the others. But even staring at the bones of the great once-lived giant I could not drown out my cousin's voice, which was simply not my talent. "Olli!" she whined this time, showing her true colors which put a smile on my face. I knew it was only a matter of time before the child in her brain came out to play. "PRETTY PLEASE COME WITH US! Can't you just ask your boss for the day off-HEY! What's Till doing with that lady?" she squealed as she literally climbed over me and stuck her face in front of a screen that did in fact have Till standing next to a woman while they observed the T-Rex. If I was a mean person I would bite her hand because she has it on my face. My eyes turned to the screen instead. It seemed as if they were talking about something serious by the way Till's facial expressions were displayed. The woman herself looked like she was being a little nervous as he spoke to her. A smile found its way on my face as a childish idea came to mind. Alice and I exchanged glances and knew we both had the same idea. At least I was hoping we had the same idea, for all I knew she could have been thinking about tossing water balloons filled with warm beer off a tall building to land on some poor unsuspecting victim. I on the other hand may not be able to leave my post but I can mess with the speaker for them to hear.

Setting the right connection up, I placed the microphone next to my mouth and spoke while plugging my nose. "You two next to the T-Rex, please step back from the exhibit otherwise security will have to do a search." They both stepped back and looked at the camera in the corner of the room. Till doesn't know I'm working today because it was supposed to be my day off but while he'd left to go somewhere I ended up getting called in to cover a shift for someone, which makes this whole situation more amusing. From the look on his face he's wondering what he did wrong this time and who was speaking on the microphone. "Sir, now stick your hand in your pants and say you have a small penis." Before hand I had made sure that no one else was in the room and heard me say that. I'd definitely get fired my boss heard that from the speaker. Unfortunately, Till decided to play along as he smiled at the camera evilly and stuck his hand in his pants and pretended to jerk off while yelling "Come on Olli, you know you want my gigantic cock!" several times while grunting. It looked almost real because of the faces he made. It was like he was purposely trying to make a bad pornography.

The girl next to him started laughing her ass off at his actions as I pressed the button again. "Ok, you can stop now Till. Do you want me to get fired?" I said without plugging my nose. Even though I was serious I couldn't help but laugh. This was my life when I was surrounded by friends; I was happy when they were near because they stopped me from that downward spiral I tend to get caught in; a downward spiral that led me close to just driving off a cliff sometimes. Taking his hand out of his pants and buttoning them up his conversation with the girl continued.

From what I could see through the black and white video the woman had a light hair color, possibly blonde or red or maybe even a very light shade of brown that was long and wavy as it went down to her ass. Her eyes were almond shaped and a light color that I couldn't identify through the camera. With a nice medium sized nose and a heart shaped face she looked cute with her polka dot dress that went down to her knees and some simple polka dotted flip flops. She was more than cute though, she was attractive. I shook the thought off quickly and instructed them to go ahead and come into my work area with the rest of us. I would rather have Till attempt making a purposely bad pornography in my office than in the museum where my boss can walk in on him and fire me for knowing the guy.

Several minutes later after continuing listening to Paul and Flake exchange words I heard a light knocking at the door. If Till had knocked it would have sounded like boulders clashing together so I wondered who it could have been. "Who's there?" I asked making sure it wasn't someone else. Opening doors to strangers was something that I never liked doing, it'd be like inviting a murderer in the place where you sleep.

There was a second of complete silence on both sides of the door. "Nacho," they replied. I couldn't tell who it was. Their voice was strange, almost as if they were trying not to laugh or find this somewhat amusing. That, and it sounded oddly feminine but I couldn't tell if it really was. I had heard men sound very feminine before so it could honestly be anybody.

I scrunched my face up. Was someone lost? Lost people have tended to find their way to my door all the time though it was mostly teenagers trying to break into the security room. It's almost like I had a sign on it that said "lost people found here" even though that wasn't the case. "Nacho who?" I simply replied. Was it a Hispanic person?

Now I heard Till's booming laughter along with the feminine voice. "Notch YOUR mama that's for damn sure Olli giant now open the door," Till answered. I face-palmed myself hard enough to sting the skin that I had slapped. Go figure he'd pull that one on me. I should have guessed that he was the one at the door but the girl must have been the one to say something to throw me off.

I turned to my cousin with a coy smile. Her body seemed to almost vibrate with excitement at each passing second for two reasons. One, Till was at the door and a possible target for her to jump on his back. Two, at any moment she could lose her self control and possibly shoot off like a ball in a pinball machine. Her eyes have been eyeing something for a while now. "Alice, be a doll and press the big red button that you're itching to touch," I said to ease her suffering. Alice squealed with exhilaration as she lifted her hand up for a second, paused to take a moment to think inside that chaotic brain of hers, then decided to use her nose to press the button down and unlock the door. Hearing her give a moan in pain I briefly wondered if she was alright. I'd been observing how her eyes kept darting to that button since she's arrived. It's taken a lot of her self control to merely NOT touch it so this was a relief for her but at the cost of her nose. I can already sense a bruise forming.

With a long and deep sounding beep the metal automatic lock clicked open and ceased the noise. Spinning my chair to face the door I continued to sit and folded my arms over my chest as someone twisted the door knob and pushed it open in an eerie slow way.

For some reason as I watched the door swing open it felt as if it was happening in slow motion, as if I could feel the milliseconds slowing down while my body seemed to work normally. Everyone's breathing seemed to slow down to where it appeared as if they weren't breathing at all. The ticking of the clock seemed to take longer to make the little 'ticking' sound that notified each second passing. The air from the ceiling fan seemed to take forever to spin the air around the room. In the corner of my eye I saw Flake, who'd been oddly quiet today, save for answering questions slowly smirk like he knew something I didn't. It's not often he gives that particular smile and I should take into consideration what it means. He leaned against the ugly green wallpaper while steadily tapping one of his feet on the red tile floor while seeming normal enough.

Paul seemed to be in on it, whatever it was, because their expressions matched perfectly and he was balancing himself on the balls of his feet in his brown shoes in the center of the room. However, I don't believe Alice was in on anything that these two have planned because at this second she was focusing intently on chewing the baby carrot she'd brought with her along with the bruise on her nose. When Alice is in pain she tends to focus on herself. That is unless her favorite singer from her favorite band that I will not mention is on her mind or within looking at distance then her attention goes to him. As of this moment the girl was covering her nose with one hand while counting the alphabet. That's correct; my cousin counts the alphabet for a hobby.

Time seemed to speed back up as the door swung open all the way, revealing an almost horrific view that almost resembled something from a Wes Craven, Clive Barker and possibly a Quentin Tarantino crossover film. There my friend Till stood, wearing one of his work aprons and chef hat from the restaurant he cooked for, that I could have sworn he wasn't wearing when I saw him on camera, covered in what appeared to be none other than the girl's blood since there she lay, in a position that made you think of a broken doll, with her throat cut open from the cleaver Till held and her hair wildly arranged on the floor. His large hand was splattered with blood as a drop fell on her dress. The blade was large and sharp from the look of it and looked to be in a position that was ready to continue doing its work. The girls’ eyes appeared to be dead and glazed over, having no emotion within them at all, no life which they once held. This woman would never see the light of day again after today. Specks of blood were randomly scattered on her dress from the attack he had given her and it made the whole scene much more intense to look at.

My heart was pounding within my chest faster than normal which made me sweat slightly. My hands became moist as I held on to my can of soda. Gazing into Till's eyes I saw not Till, but a monster out for blood, particularly mine. His gaze appeared hungry, as if he was going to butcher me next. Those teeth were bared and a creepy smile was settling itself on his face. They appeared sharper than normal and an ugly color yellow to add to his gruesomeness. From where I was sitting I could have sworn that I smelled a foul stench coming from him.

I would have nearly died of shock alone from the view because it looked too real, until the 'dead' girl started laughing and pointing at me. Being roughly dragged out of my train of thought I looked around in an almost panic like fashion. "PSYCH!" they all said in unison. The next thing I knew Alice had thrown some confetti at me from her pockets like this was some kind of party. She even blew into one of those annoying celebrating horns to emphasize her point. At this point I did not know what to expect but if I had to guess I would assume that Alice would open a bottle of champagne and start a party if she could.

"You should have seen your face pal, it was the perfect picture of fear," Flake spoke up as he sauntered towards me and patted me on the back. After all the silence this is what he talks about? Was the man insane? "I knew this was an awesome idea for his birthday, wouldn't you say Emma?" he asked while helping the 'dead' girl to her feet. At first the word seemed strange to bring up but then my mind had to work a little harder to comprehend its meaning. Wait a minute, did he say birthday? What was the date? My eyes glanced at the calendar on the wall near the door and my eyes nearly popped out of their sockets. Today was my birthday and I hadn't even noticed.

"Absolutely. And it'll be an awesome reference for our project Flake," a new voice said that I had never heard before. The sound was beautiful like bells chiming during a bright sunny day.

"What project?" I asked eyes still on the puppy dog calendar. I couldn't believe I'd forgotten what day it was. Had my life been so busy lately that I had failed to notice the date coming up? I know I've been working more hours lately but to completely just forget something like that isn't like something I do. Usually I couldn't get my birthday out of my head when it drew near. This was a special day that I usually celebrated every year and not just because it was my birthday but because I'd always imagined that Myra would just walk through the door and have someone do whatever she wanted because it was hers too like we used to do. It was our little tradition between our friends and us and usually finished with a smile on everyone's faces. Unless it was Christoph's birthday, then Myra would be pissed because he was usually really diabolical with her.

Every year I'd buy her the same gift that she'd always ask me to buy her and to this very day I still buy it for her. To me it doesn't matter that she won't get the gift, what matters is that I remembered it was her birthday as well and that I would celebrate it even if she wasn't around to do the same for me. All she wanted was a pair of green flip flops since hers always seemed to go missing, when in reality Christoph tended to hide them from her and forget where he hid them and every year she'd actually get so excited over them that she'd pass out. I vaguely recalled one time that Doom hid her flip flops on top of the fish tank once and the thought made me smile. I made him replace them after they got ruined. I tend to buy her different styles every year but make sure they're comfortable enough to where even I'd wear them (which has happened in the past where she and I would fight over who got to wear them). In turn she'd buy me some matching ones that were a different color unless I still had the pair from last year. If that was the case she'd make me some spekulatius biscuits just for me and tell Doom he couldn't have any which always made the man sad, he loved her biscuits nearly to death. Mine disappeared when Till came over every time though.

My attention returned to Flake as he answered my question. "The project Emma and I are working on for her filming class. She needed to capture the real essence of fear and shock in a person and since we all know how things never seem as exciting to you anymore we decided to make you the ginny pig." Taking off his glasses he removed the cleaning cloth he kept in his pocket and started to remove particles that had likely landed on the lenses considering this room was constantly dusty. Keeping his eyes on his glasses he continued to speak. "Paul did you take the picture?" he asked casually, eyes raising to view Paul as he started to put the cloth back in his pocket and return his glasses to his face. Paul must have looked like a blurry photo with Flake's eyesight.

Turning my gaze to Paul I noticed a camera in his hands that I didn't see him hold before. It must have been hidden in his pocket the whole time to not make me suspicious. Paul's big, bright smile lit the room up as he observed the picture he'd taken and I hadn't noticed at all. "Yes! And boy does he look scared. Jeez Olli, you actually looked like you thought Till was going to eat you! Just because he's hungry right now doesn't mean you look better than the steak we're going to go out for."

"Well if you guys hadn't have starved me I wouldn't have scared him like that!" Till argued while playfully swinging the cleaver in his hand around. I made sure to stay out of throwing distance in case the guy let it fly out of his hand even if by accident.

"Starve you? I just gave you a roast beef sandwich while I put the makeup on you!" the girl, Emma, protested. "Not that you couldn't eat a tank or anything."

"Ha, ha, ha," Till laughed humorlessly and started pulling out some chopped carrots he'd bagged into his pocket and stuffing them in his mouth where the poor things stood no chance of survival. The guy was trying to not eat so much meat without at least some form of vegetable lately. His cholesterol levels were extremely high according to his doctor. If the man didn't eat more vegetables Till was going to end up getting a heart attack from all the meats he's eating.

While chewing on a carrot he removed his chef hat from his hand and started to use it to wipe the fake blood off his neck and face where some spots were. I was hoping it was fake blood at least; my mind was still stuck on how real the scene looked. "So, are you ready Olli? I'm starved," the man complained while searching his arms to clean more of the makeup off.

The moment the words left his mouth I had the urge to violently throw a shoe at him. I'd been called into work by my boss on my day off, something that has never happened and he expects me to simply leave? His brains must be made of marbles today because I was not about ready to get fired for just leaving. "You're out of your mind. I have to work guys, hence why I'm at work right NOW!" Inhaling a deep breath of the dusty air I relaxed a moment and sat back in my chair making it squeak quietly.

"Actually, you don't have to work today," Till replied, "I called in a favor from your boss for him to pretend to call you in and have you work today so we could surprise you considering it's your birthday. He happily agreed to it after I told him you'd do it for free once you found out," he finished with a smile as he continued to chew the carrots in his mouth. The carrots seemed to be wiping whatever that yellow stuff on his teeth was off to show those pearly whites.

"So... I'm free to leave?" I asked uncertain. The thought of getting fired was no one's idea of a pleasantry.

"Yep. And can we get going now; my feet are killing me in these flip flops!" Emma said as she removed them from her feet and put on a pair of sandals instead. When she'd finished that she looked into my eyes and nearly took my breath away as she somehow 'peeled' the fake wound off her neck. "But how rude of me, I haven't been introduced to you properly yet by Flake here so I'll do it myself." Quickly she stuck her hand out as fast as she could and waited for me to take it so I did. She felt so soft that I thought I was going to break her simply by shaking her extremely soft skin. "My name is Emma, I'm a filming student at the school I go to and I'm one of Flake's friends from back in middle school. I like several kinds of music and am open to trying different kinds of food because I like having a variety of things to like. By the way, thank you for taking to being my guinny pig so nicely. Usually I have people want to strangle me or knock me out or on occasion simply just flip me off but you haven't reacted very much other than seem a little confused about this whole thing. It's like that look you're giving me now and that's probably because I'm talking too much and I tend to do that when I'm nervous about meeting someone knew in person and actually having to converse with them. So I hope that you'll understand-"

"Emma," Flake said smiling as he cut her off.

"Yes?" she said turning to face him now, making me lose eye contact with her. They were a beautiful shade of grey and it made me sad to not be the center of their attention.

"Be quiet. You're making each other nervous by all your yammering. Sometimes I swear you must be related to Paul."

"HEY! I heard that Flake."

"Yes I know you heard that, you're standing right next to me for crying out loud. It would have taken a miracle for you to NOT hear that."

Paul and Flake continued to argue playfully outside the room while Alice and Till helped me lock the room up. Taking a deep breath I casually walked over next to Emma and noticed that she seemed a little anxious as I stood next to her. I couldn't understand why at the time but something was pulling me towards her. Something in the universe was making me gravitate toward her and let her be the center of my world. Whether it be the fact that she was breathtakingly beautiful or simply adorable how nervous she was just by speaking to me for the first time I had a feeling that this was something positive for me and I was not about to let it pass by without giving it a chance.

"So... my name is Oliver but you can call me Olli, usually everybody I meet does. And it's ok if you talk a lot; I tend to be a quiet person anyway. So you've known Flake since middle school right?"

Her eyes glanced at me quickly with a smile on her lips before facing forward as we headed outside to their chosen destination. I personally didn't care where we were going at this point in time so long as this beautiful creature kept giving me her attention. "Yes, I have. He's like the brother I always wanted but got stuck with a jerk who pretty much stole my stuff when we were little. Flake and I were always close because of our love for books when we were 8. Then music came in to our lives along with other forms of art and we just grew closer as best friends. But then he went to a different college than I did and we lost touch for a while after some issues came up in my life but we got back in touch this last year. I'm in college again fulfilling a dream slash hobby of mine. I'd always wanted to make movies but I'm happy with simply learning how to be in the film industry for now. Oh my, I'm sorry! I didn't realize I'd gone somewhat off topic and just kept talking. Here, why don't you tell me about yourself to make up for me jabbering on and on like I did?"

Where to begin in the labyrinth that is my life story? Should I tell her starting from the day I was born and include all the twists and turns I've taken or get the boring basics out of the way? When my attention was drawn away from her by the sound of the others going through one of the 'Exit' doors it occurred to me that while I was with Emma my sense of time was extremely off. I wasn't sure if this was a positive effect or a negative one considering I'd never experienced this problem before. Then again, I hadn't put much effort or complications in my life lately.

Turning my gaze to Emma I observed that she was smiling and waiting patiently for me to answer. That smile drew me into some form of invisible protective shield that made me want to open up and be honest with her which included telling her my firm belief that somehow I just knew that my sister was still alive in the world. That somehow, beyond all odds and dead-ends concerning her case that pointed out she simply disappeared and was most likely dead I stood firm and believed that she was ALIVE. If I didn't know any better I'd have to say this girl was probably an angel because of the light she seemed to shine on me in the short time we've seen each other. I simply hope she understands my feelings when I answer her.

Noticing that everyone else was in front of us talking to each other to give us some form of alone time to get to know each other I could only feel grateful. "Well, first off I should ask you something. How much do you know about me already?"

"Not much. All I really know is that Flake suggested that I come with him today and meet you because you're supposed to be this really awesome guy that knows how to make some really, and I quote, "interesting desserts". Of course, knowing my weakness for desserts he knew I'd agree instantly. That and he spoke highly of you saying that you were very shy like me and we'd get along great as friends. So far, I believe he's right in every word except these so called desserts. However, he never said how handsome you are." Her cheeks turned a shade of red as she finished speaking, making her look even more beautiful.

Instantly I blushed at the complement. She seemed so open and sweet by her words and actions that I felt at ease and easily affected by her. "Maybe he just wanted you to see for yourself without any incentive?" I offered.

"Maybe... but tell me more. What else is there about you? If you don't mind me asking that is."

"That's fine," I smiled in reply, "I'd be happy to tell you more about myself. For starters, I'm not exactly one of a kind."

Emma cocked her head to the side and lifted one eyebrow at me in confusion. "What's that mean? That there is another person out there exactly like you?"

"Sort of. I'm a twin."

Her eyes became huge with excitement in them. The shade of grey seemed to lighten a bit as she thought of what I'd revealed. Obviously the gang had left out that little tidbit from her to let me reveal it if I wanted to. "I LOVE TWINS! Why the hell didn't Flake tell me you were a twin? Twins are usually the most exciting people I meet because of the fact that usually they do everything together and most of the ones I've met were usually pranksters. Plus, you're telling me that there's another hot guy out there with your handsome face! I think I've died and gone to heaven and now I'll have to kill Flake because I haven't even had dessert before I died! Why are you laughing?" she said in a tone that was just silly because it was very high pitched and excited.

I had to stop walking for a second to catch my breath as I pictured my twin sister as a man, particularly with my face. It was true that my sister and I looked a little similar but very few people would actually guess that we were twins because of how different we looked and the fact that we were opposite genders with very different personalities. I was tall where she was short; my features looked mostly like our dad where my sisters looked like our moms and then the very different personalities that got along so well. There was no way in hell that Myra was exactly like me but there were times when people who knew us knew that we balanced each other perfectly and then there were the moments when we'd be thinking the same thing and do exactly the same thing out of random chaos. "I'm laughing because I'm picturing my sister as me."

Emma didn't stop but took a second to slow her walking as she thought about that. "Wait, your twin is a girl? As in she has the boobs and vagina to classify her as female?" She seemed to tone down on the excitement that she'd radiated but her eyes still held the look of enjoyment in them. I was surprised that I'd managed to keep my eyes off her soft pink lips for so long because they were a lovely sight.

"Yes, she's female and has all the female parts. Uterus and all, at least we're pretty sure she does," I said smirking. Myra would slap me if she knew I implied that she could be a dude. Doom would kick me in the balls because my implication would mean I'm implying that he was in love with a man. Thankfully my balls were still intact.

The smile remained on her face but her eyes looked forward to make sure we were still following the others. I did the same and watched as Alice jumped on Paul's back before they both fell over laughing. Those two were definitely in love by the way they seemed to have fun and play together. It's always a good sign if you know you can have fun with the one you love. "That's still awesome. I've only met one other set of fraternal boy and girl twins and they seemed to hate each other. It's not like that with you guys though is it?"

My mood dampened a little at the last memory I had of Myra and myself alone but I pushed it away. If she ever managed to come home I would make things right with her. "Well, for the most part we used to get along perfectly until around the time we all hit puberty. Then she sort of started leaving our little group to do her own things because of one of our other friends started picking on her because she couldn't understand that he was in love with her. He only wanted her attention because he, literally, couldn't get her to see that he was truly in love with her. The man even had the nerve to ask her what kind of poetry she liked to her face to "help him with a poem for another girl". She wasn't the sharpest tool in shed when it came to boys liking her if you know what I mean considering the next day he'd read a poem to her about everything she'd told him she liked but had NO CLUE he was directing it to her. He nearly fell over in shock when she honestly asked him which girl he was going to give it to. Of course he lied because of his embarassment."

We had continued our walk peacefully and I realized that we were walking towards the Italian restaurant (and only restaurant on this road) which was actually pretty good considering their cheap prices. "What do you mean by 'was'?" she asked gently. It pleased me that she caught on to the fact that I was referring to past-tense, it showed she was really paying attention. "Did she... die?" I guess she wanted to cut to the chase and save me some heart ache of beating around the bush. OR she was testing me to see if I was the type of guy to mope for years on end, I wasn't sure. For that I respected her, one can never be too cautious on the friends one makes.

I took a deep breath and looked to the stars noticing that it had gotten dark enough for them to start coming out. The walk to the restaurant was actually a long one normally but like I said, Emma seemed to make my sense of time go haywire because we seemed a lot closer than just a minute ago. "To be honest I don't actually know for a fact. She went missing a long time ago after a bad incident with my friend, Christoph a.k.a. Doom, and he's the one that's in love with her. It was Till's birthday and he did something really mean to her after he promised to behave himself. It was the final straw that she could take and she slapped him hard across the face, dumped soda and popcorn on him and threw shoes at him. She stormed off so fast I that I set all my anger out on the bastard after dragging him out of the theater. I thought she was going to go home and cool off but when I got home my parents hadn't seen her at all thinking that she was with me. She didn't really have any other friends but us so we figured maybe she just went somewhere else to cool off like the coffee shop she liked. By morning she still hadn't shown up so we called my Aunt Engel and she'd said she hadn't seen her and then we called the police and filed a missing person's report. Weeks went by with no sign of what happened to her or where she went. We'd contacted everybody we knew and still no results. The police had to stop searching after 3 months with not one lead. She never went to our aunt's house like she'd planned on going to. That night on Till's birthday was the last night anyone saw my sister. We were 19 at the time."

"I'm so sorry to hear that, it must have been a painful time for you and your family, especially at such a time to go missing. And there were no leads at all? Not even a hint to tell if she was alive or dead?" she asked with real concern. It touched me to see that she seemed to care for someone she didn't or hardly know at all.

I shook my head. "Not one hint to this day. But my belief in her still being alive somewhere out there in the world stands just as strong as it did on day one. Something tells me that I would know the moment when she died because when we were just little children around the age of 4 or 6 we always thought we could feel each other's physical pains. When she'd scrape her knee I'd be the one to cry or when I stubbed my toe she'd be the one to hop on the other foot while complaining it hurt. Of course we grew out of that phase but the feeling of being connected always stayed with us. Even right now it in some weird way it almost feels like she's just as happy as I am right now." The conversation stopped as we caught up with the others at the door to the restaurant. It was see-through with some fancy writing on it that I couldn't read.

We'd arrived at the restaurant just as I finished explaining and were immediately taken to our seats once we entered and ordered our food. While at the table and enjoying our food we'd changed topics to what everyone else was talking about. We talked about work, school, art and music. Music was my favorite topic so far that we had started. My mood lifted tremendously and Emma seemed to enjoy my company and jokes significantly once we got around to that. She laughed so hard at one of them so hard that her back was hurting from all the stress of uncontrolled laughter. The joke wasn't really funny to Till because he couldn't make his mind pretend that the elements of the periodic table were people. "Olli can you tell it to me one more time please? I still don't get it," he asked after the rest of us finished laughing.

Wiping the tear that fell from my eye from laughing so hard I nodded to him in agreement. "Sure thing. Just remember that the elements are pretending to be people in this joke. Are you ready?"

"As ready as you are buddy."

Nodding my head I started, "Ok, here it goes: Oxygen and Nitrogen walk into a bar and start ordering drinks. A few minutes later Gold walks in and Oxygen yells at him "Aye you! Get out of here! Do you get it now?" I asked hopefully. It wasn't really fun to repeat jokes over and over again when someone needed them to be broken down. Even Alice got the joke because she's a chemist in a research lab. Yes, my very random and illogical child-like cousin has a professional job that she went to college for. The only reason she is the way she is at the moment is because her prescription isn't ready from the pharmacy that tones her moods down. She's really not as stupid as she acts without taking her medication.

Till shook his head in confusion again. The look on his face was annoyed because he didn't care about the joke anymore. "No, please just tell me the punch line already Olli. I do have dessert in front of me that needs to be eaten."

Sighing with exasperation Alice gave Till an annoyed look. Normally he got the jokes we told to each other. The man was far from stupid. "The joke is that Gold is also known as the symbols capital 'A' and lowercase 'u' together. Do you get it now? 'Aye you' versus 'Au'. That's the punch line. And I know for a fact that you took chemistry with Olli in high school so you should know that." With that she instantly started to devour her chocolate cake in front of her and keeping it away from Paul who'd already finished his but wanted more.

Till's eyes rolled in the back of his head and he groaned as it finally sank in. "Damn it. You're right; I should have got that joke."

"You're damn right you should have gotten the joke. No give me your cake as punishment." Her words were laced with authority as she said them but he wouldn't give into her demands, it wasn't her birthday after all and that was the only time he ever let her actually boss him around.

"What? Hell no, you've got your own! This is mine!" he argued as he started to eat his chocolate cake slowly while continuing to hear her demand that he hand over his dessert. I knew he wouldn't listen to her. I love it when I'm right.

The bickering went on for a minute quietly until I had to be the one to break it up. Alice was talking with chocolate chunks coming out of her mouth, Flake and Paul watching with amusement and Emma smiling while darting her eyes back and forth between the two of them. "Ok, since it's my birthday I reserve the right to boss you all around. No fighting and Till keeps his cake. Alice, you know your medication isn't on you right now so you don't need any more sugar in your system to mess with your body even more. And don't give me that look!" The woman was pouting in public and it was just as depressing as it was hilarious because she did it with style in pigtails that had little pink bow ties with black spots at the ends of them. I loved it when she wasn't on her medication but a lot of the time it got annoying fast. By tomorrow she'd be more of her adult self once she'd taken her daily doses of drugs.

The rest of the night seemed to blur into one big happy fun time at the bar in another part of town where we danced and partied and even had the birthday song sung to me by the entire bar. The urge to run to the bathroom to hide was very strong and I almost allowed it to rule me but Emma had held my hand the whole time and kept me anchored. Feeling my ears light up with embarrassment I merely thanked everyone after they sang. What really made the night memorable was that Emma was by my side the whole time and always asked questions and seemed to love the answers I gave her.

She seemed just too good to be true that by the time I'd had my 11th shot of whatever it was that Flake put in front of me I was sure she was just a beautiful figment of my imagination and that I was going nuts because now I was dreaming up a beautiful perfect woman. I hadn't realized I'd actually said this out loud and this made her smile in a way that she hadn't smiled to me so far. As I sat down and had my 12th shot (at least I believe it was number 12) of this very delicious mystery drink that Flake kept getting me she got up from her seat next to mine and straddled my lap and whispered into my ear "Then I guess I'll have to convince you I'm real. Happy birthday Olli," as she lightly bit my ear and left a trail of kisses along my jaw line until her lips planted firmly onto mine. The reaction as I recalled was an instant hard on.

Staring into those grey eyes felt like the most natural thing in the world while she kissed my lips. By now all I could taste was... actually I couldn't taste anything really except that unfamiliar drink but I was EXTREMELY happy while being kissed and not just the boner. Pulling her body away from mine left me feeling cold but the scorching look in her eyes made me hot for her. "Did you enjoy your present?" she whispered seductively while leaning her body against a table with her pelvis angled towards me. It was only fair to answer such a sexy and distracting creature by trying to press my pelvis into hers. My manners went somewhere else after my 9th drink.

"Very much so. Unfortunately it leaves me wanting more. Would it be rude of me if I asked for another?" I was completely horny and hopeful and was looking forward toward where this foreplay may take us.

Her head shook just enough to get her hair moving a bit that almost made it appear as if it was flowing. Lust glazed over her eyes as she took a quick shot of tequila. "You can have as much as you want, Oliver..." she answered before slamming the glass on the table and practically jumping on top of me to devour my mouth with hers while touching every inch of my skin should could get her hands on. For the first time in years I felt completely alive. Every nerve in my body responded to her every caress, kiss, nip and touch.

I returned her kiss with just as much passion that she poured into me and began to explore her body like she was mine. Forgetting everything else in the world I put all my focus on her because I could have sworn that I was in heaven and died happy.

After that things started to get fuzzier to the point where I can't remember them. Somehow I had found myself waking up in my bed in the middle of the afternoon with my blue digital clock glaring 2:00 PM at me in bright red letters. My head was killing me so much that I was groaning in agony. It felt like someone had shoved a red hot poker wire up my nose and tried poking my brain sending painful signals throughout my entire cranium. The light seeping through the curtains wasn't helping the pain in my head at all. In an attempt to soothe the pain I was experiencing I closed my eyes and tried to go back to sleep.

The sound of a soft moan the feeling of someone's lips on my back giving it a kiss was the key to forcing my eyes to snap open. Taking in my bodies return to awareness I felt a very slender arm around my waste as someone's lips made a trail of kisses on my back and threw their leg over mine making them spoon me. The hand that lay on my stomach started to gently rub my skin in small circles bringing a sense of content with it. Letting the urge to know who I was in bed and naked (considering I could feel a womans breasts touching me I considered what I'd done the night before) with I was met with the most beautiful sight I'd ever seen. I don't think there was anything about this girl that wasn't beautiful considering that I have yet to find something I don't like about her yet.

Her hair was a complete mess but she didn't seem to mind at all it's state of chaos. Instead a huge lazy smile graced those delicate lips and tired eyes that looked like soft grey clouds. Happiness seemed to radiate off her and flow directly into my soul giving me the feeling as well. I found myself smiling at her while knowing full well that we'd slept together and I couldn't bring myself to see any part of it being wrong. After all, our friends had paired us up for several reasons and this was definitely one of them. "Good morning Emma," I whispered to her sweetly.

"It's afternoon Olli," she giggled back playfully while starting to play with my chest hair.

"Then good afternoon. I hope you slept well?" I'd asked.

"Other than a slight headache I slept great... even though we'd only started sleeping about 5 hours ago. I didn't drink as much as you did last night and you get naughty when you're drunk," she replied with a smirk. Her hand trailed down slowly over my belly to reach my morning wood and stroke it feather-like touches "and I see you've got a present for me again you naughty boy." From then on we reenacted the events prior to sleeping since I'd claimed I could only remember flashes and needed a 'good reminder' of exactly what we did. All too eagerly she was happy to comply. Let's just say that Doom had already called in sick for me that day considering he'd showed up at the bar a little later than he'd planned and actually knew he had to go to work early the next day so he had the brains to not drink and end up like how he'd predicted I would. It was only after 4 o'clock that I'd noticed the note he'd left on my bedside table saying so.

That was the day that my life had taken a wonderful turn of events for me. I'd gotten a wonderful girlfriend the day after my birthday and we hardly went a day without some form of communication considering that we lived in different towns. We'd often made dates for the two of us and couldn't get enough of each other. At one point we'd even made a date to simply go on a hike and see what we could find to randomly give to Till, he was always fond of nature. We'd found an interesting fossil of a prehistoric fish while taking our small but amazing adventure. We'd also given nature a good show of 'our' form of nature taking its' course.

Two months after dating Emma had came over to my home unexpectedly with tears in her eyes. Till and Christoph were at work and only Alice was there in her silver ballet shoes and matching dress visiting me at the time (while on her medication). We'd tried to comfort her and asked repeatedly what was wrong and why she was crying. I'd never felt so helpless like that until that moment. Even Alice was having a tough time trying to figure out what was wrong with her and even tried to look at it from a Chemist's point of view but had little to no luck. The both of us were baffled as we continued patting her on the back and handing her some white soft tissues to wipe her eyes and blow her nose that she gladly accepted. At some point she had started to hiccup because of how upset she was.

After over an hour of simply hugging and crying and attempt at comfort she told me the news: she was pregnant and scared that I might leave her because of this. In the two months that we'd been together not either of us had the common sense to think to use a condom because of how wrapped up in each other we were and children was a conversation we'd never approached. 'A baby?' my brain wondered in slow motion. 'I'm going to be a daddy?' Not having the faintest clue as to why but suddenly my chest started to constrict in a strange way. It wasn't completely uncomfortable and felt more like a weight being put on my chest and forcing the air out of my lungs but still not completely uncomfortable. Brief flashes of my childhood with Myra brought out a positive feeling in the constriction.

I must have either looked like an idiot or completely shocked because Alice quickly slapped me across the face and actually had the nerve to smile while doing it to knock some sense into me. The images vanished as fast as they'd come and the constricted feeling left my body while leaving that positive feeling in my heart. Staring into the teary grey eyes of the soon to be mother of my child was the only thing that was able to drown out the excited squeals my cousin was making over having a baby to spoil.

Feeling the edges of my mouth turn up into a smile I reached over and gently put her hand in mine. Rubbing my thumb in circles on her smooth skin I watched quietly as the tension slowly left her body and a hopeful look glowed in her eyes. It was in that moment I realized that I really did have something to live for now instead of dwelling in the past with despair. It was finally time for me to accept a new role in my life that would forever change me in a good way. Something Alice had said about not being prepared for this new life inspired me to give Emma the peace of mind she was waiting for from me. "I absolutely agree with you Alice. I believe we should start planning for the baby's arrival as soon as possible. Don't you think so Emma?"

She didn't reply with words but instead with throwing her arms around my neck and kissing my face all over. I think I just made her day the happiest day of her life if all the lipstick kisses had anything to say about that. Alice had a blast rubbing the fact that I was wearing lipstick all over my face IN my face. Life couldn't be any better.

***7 Months Later In Flashback***

I'd just clocked in at the museum and already my phone was filled with text messages from Emma saying how much she missed me and hoped I would come home soon. I was beginning to think the woman was in love with me by the way she was being affectionate towards me and always wanting to know what I was doing all hours of the day. It was either that or the hormone imbalances were making her loopy. It didn't matter either way because I knew deep down that I had fallen in love with her. Sure having my child was a big factor in my reasoning for loving her but that wasn't the only one. It was the way I caught her looking at me every time she thought I didn't notice and how at first when we go to bed she doesn't want to be cuddled but when we wake up in the morning she almost whines about not wanting to detach from my body. The little things made the difference in all and having a baby now only helped me see that at some point I would have fallen in love with her anyway.

Filling out paperwork was the most boring part of my job so I tended to get it out of the way as fast as possible so I wouldn't become so far behind that the boss would fire me. After the first two hours sitting at my desk with stacks of papers covering it my hand had become painfully cramped and stiff to the point where I had to take a break and put the #2 pencil down. Inhaling the warm air I leaned back in my leather rolling chair and closed my eyes as I idle played with box of the golden diamond engagement ring in my pocket. Feeling the smooth texture of the box that held the ring brought a smile to my face. It was a possibility that wanting to marry Emma may not be the smartest thing right now for whatever reason's that could be brought up but it felt like now was as good a time as any considering no matter how long we waited we would always have the baby to think of.

Tonight was going to be perfect for me to propose to her. Everyone else had made plans that didn't include either Emma or myself so we were actually going to have a night to ourselves in the apartment. First I'd make dinner that led into watching a comedy movie then lead into dessert while watching the film and shower her in silly little knickknacks to not give away my intentions immediately only to surprise her with a ring and pop the question. Hopefully things played out as smooth in real life as they did in my head, if not I'd have to improvise fast and pray that I got the result I wanted. I also made a side note to pray that our date would not abruptly end.

Taking a drink of my lukewarm cup of coffee I stretched out my hand trying to erase the cramp it had taken on. Looking at my desk I noted that all the paperwork there was going to be at least a full 2 day's workload if I hurried and they were due in a week. Picking up the yellow pencil once more I continued to write out reports and answer questions to the best of my ability.

What felt like only 25 minutes late turned out to be actually 2 hours of silence until my ringtone for Flake went off and scared the shit out of me, making me jump out of my chair and snap my pencil in half. I'd become accustomed to being in the quiet during the days I do paperwork that most noises tended to make me jump in surprise anyway. Out of all the ringtones my phone had Alice had picked the Psycho theme song to go off when Flake called me. I had meant to change it but between work and the baby coming I'd been preoccupied. A man can only wrap his mind around so much when he's a first time father with no idea how or what to expect since I was worried about being a bad dad.

With my heart hammering inside my ribcage I answered the phone about ready to remind him that he shouldn't be calling me at work. However, when I placed the phone to my ear the sound of someone crying and practically mumbling nonsense stopped my verbal attack. Barely able to make out more than a few words of what the man was saying I just sat there and waited a minute for him to calm down so he could tell me what was wrong. Something just had to be wrong to make Flake cry or make no sense at all and it couldn't be good. I could only hope that whatever had happened hadn't been unfixable.

"Flake, slow down! I can't understand a word you're saying. You're mumbling and crying into the phone so loud that the sound is more of a screech than words. What's wrong buddy?" I asked as gently as I could. Making myself sound mean would only worsen the situation.

Finally, after another minute or so when he was calm enough, he answered, "It's Emma! You n- need to c- c- come down to the hospital n- now! There was an accident and Emma g- got hurt really bad! She's in surgery right now and the doctors don't know if she's going to make it so get your ass down here now!" he ordered before sobbing once more and hanging up.

I must have been running on autopilot because somehow I'd managed to inform my boss of the situation at hand, drive myself down to the hospital and not kill myself on the way there to find Till, Flake, Alice, Paul and Christoph sitting down either crying or trying not to cry while my mind remained blank on all the details of how I got to that point. Each one of them displayed their own way of their emotions a little different than the others. Alice was practically balling her eyes out and trying to keep her voice down as she did so. The tears were falling all over her multi-pink clothes staining them. Paul was holding her and rocking back and forth on the blue fabric couch they sat on with his black beanie on his head clutched in Alice's hand while he faced away from me. Flake held his face in his hands while sitting on a brown leather single chair and elbows touching his thighs. Till was pacing somewhat fast but was staring at the floor, he too must have come straight from work because he was still wearing his chef uniform and some fresh tan grease stains on the apron. A panicked look graced itself on his strong features and Till was one one to panic considering what he really was under his human facade. Christoph leaned against the white walls in what appeared to be workout clothing if the sweat stains on his chest and underarms said anything about it. His eyes seemed to glaze over with silent tears running down his face.

At first no one had noticed my arrival but when Alice looked my way with a waterfall of tears she immediately ran up to me and wrapped her arms around me in a death grip. If I wasn't so numb after the phone call I'd feel the bone crushing force she was putting on me. Looking up at me from her short height with purple contact lenses over her eyes I saw her lips move but no words came out. The impression it gave me was that of a sad mime who wanted to share their pain to the world but only in silence. Was it possible that I'd died just a little from merely witnessing the pain on her face alone? And why couldn't I hear anything she was saying, was something wrong with me?

'Of course there's something wrong with me, my pregnant girlfriend was just in an accident and might not make it out alive.' Or worse; my body had numbed itself from the world in an attempt to prevent any form of pain to reach my psyche. If I didn't hear what they had to say then maybe things wouldn't be bad. If I couldn't feel their touches then maybe I could stop from feeling a broken heart if something strong enough to make me crumble on the inside was headed my way. Unfortunately the strange numbness that seemed to comfort me and keep me calm washed away the moment Emma's name left Alice's lips.

"Are you listening Oliver? Emma is in critical condition. The doctor said that when he comes out of surgery he'll answer our questions as best as he could. It's a matter of life and death now. He's either coming out with good news or to tell us something bad. We have to hope that she'll pull through," she whispered mournfully. I could only nod my head to let her know I'd understood her words. Even if I'd tried to talk I wouldn't know what to say or ask. All I really wanted to know was what the doctor would have to tell me...

*

What seemed like hours had passed with no words exchanged between the 6 of us. We were all silently praying to whoever listened to let Emma and the baby be ok. Judging by how long it had been since they'd last heard from the doctor I couldn't help but feel that my prayers were in vain. Of course I knew that things like this took time to attempt to save lives but my patients was wearing thin. I'd started to have the urge to violently bash a chair at the wall if no one answered us soon. I could picture myself removing Flake from the chair he sat in that weighed at least 50 pounds from the looks of it and throwing it at the nurse's station.

However, before I had to resort to that I saw doors down the hall open up and a surgical doctor come out covered in blood and head our way. The look on her face was passive as if nothing had affected him. She must be a strong person to keep up her composure. Even though her hazel eyes showed no hint of what type of news she was going to give us I sensed that I was not going to like it.

When she reached us she headed over to Flake first and got his attention. "Mr. Lorenz, I'm afraid I have some bad news about your friend. She didn't make it through the surgery. At the last minute we'd thought we could save her until her heart started to flat line and wouldn't start back up. The impact her body received from the car was fatal to the baby and we could do nothing to save it. On behalf of myself and my staff I'd like to say that we did everything we could and we're sorry for your loss." With that she walked off back to the surgery room, probably to work on the next patient.

Things became dark after that meaning I must have either blacked out or just don't remember it because I was shocked by the news. In all honesty, it was probably for the better at the time.

***Present Time***

Coming back to the present by having my short sister on top of my lap while still in the car giving me a wet willy in both ears was very effective. My ears had always been sensitive to that kind of torture because of how nasty it just seemed.

A worried look was on her face as she got back in the drivers side of the car and started to buckle up and start the engine. "Are you ok, Oliver? You were spacing out of it for like fifteen minutes," she asked with worry. Using my real name proves that she's hoping I didn't suffer some kind of mental breakdown.

It's best if I told her the what had happened to me instantly. Sooner or later she would find out. Besides, we'd always shared everything about ourselves with each other. Nothing's changed, right? "I'm fine. Go head and keep driving. I'll tell you about it all on the way back."

Looking at the clock quickly she pulled the car onto the highway and eased into the flow of traffic. "Ok. You talk, I'll listen."

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Author's note: I know it probably seems a bit rushed near the end but I was really wanting to post it today. I can always add more later. On another note, it's the REAL Richard's birthday today so I made sure that was my deadline. Hope you guys enjoyed it!
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