Tala is told Kai died in his sleep last night. Can he make it through this hard time?For my brother, who died September 22.
Tala chewed on his bottom lip and he pressed the buttons on his PS2 controller rapidly. "Die, Demyx, DIE!" he shouted to Sora, the chracter he was currently playing in Kingdom Hearts II. "Aaaaw, come ON!" he shouted, ready the throw the controller at the television as he "died". Tala sighed heavily and he crawled the the the game station and turned it off.
"I hate this game..." he mumbled as he got up and began walking to the kitchen to grab something to eat.
"Tala, cook me something, would ya?" "No," he called into the living room. He heard Bryan growl before standing from the couch and walking after Tala.
The redhead's cell phone began vibrating in his pocket and so he fished it out and looked at the ID. Kinomiya. What did he want? Maybe Kai's cell died.
"Yo."
"T-Tala?"
The voice was cracking and soft.
"Yea?"
"Kai didn't wake up this morning..."
"What?"
"Kai's dead."
"Wait, Tyson, what?"
"Kai-is-dead."
Tala almost dropped the phone to the ground. His hand shook, the color drained from his face, his eyes watered, and his free hand flew to his mouth. "Wha-what happened?" "I-we, we don't know...He didn't "
"No!"
Tala threw the phone as far and hard as he could. As it hit the wall and fell the the ground with a crack, it broke into a few pieces.
"NO!"
"What happened?"
Tala turn and ran towards Bryan. He threw his arms around him and dug his nails into his back.
"Bryan...Kai is dead!"
"What?"
"He didn't wake up this morning! They don't know what happened! Bryan, KAI IS DEAD!" Tala shouted, tears pouring down.
Bryan's eyes watered quickly, but he said nothing. Just squeezed Tala tightly.
"Not Kai! Not my big, strong Kai!" Tala clenched his eyes shut the the tears kept coming. "You said you loved me! You said you'd come whenever I needed you, but I need you now and you're not here! WHY DIDN'T YOU TAKE ME WITH YOU!?!?!?!? NOOOOO!" screamed Tala as loud as he could.
"No! No! No! No! No! No!" Tala repeated that one word countless times.
Bryan's body shook and tears silently fell from his eyes. He said nothing as Tala's nails on his back scraped his skin and his teeth in his shoulder punchered small holes through his shirt.
"I am so sorry...I am so sorry...I am so sorry..." whispered Bryan in a cracking voice.
"I want him back, I want him back!"
Bryan's phone rang and he answered it in a low, "Hello?" "Hey, Bryan, it's Ian. What's up?"
"Ian...come over."
"Why?"
"Just come."
"Okay. Is everything alright?"
"No. Just come."