It was another balmy summer morning with the gauzy sun peeking over the few clouds which were floating aimlessly in the clear sky. Gemma and I were quietly finishing our breakfast which consisted of classic pancakes with honey and glazed peaches. Mum was stuffing a buttered toast in her mouth while simultaneously cooking for lunch. Dad took the last sip of his coffee, placed the daily newspaper down on the table and glanced at his watch. Just as he got up to place a feather-like a kiss on my mum's forehead lovingly, Shaun emerged out in his pyjamas."Here's your coffee Shaun." Mum thrust the cup filled with bitter coffee in his hands and he lazily walked towards us. He ruffled Gemma's hair who offered a small smile and then tried to ruffle my short hair while I ducked my head, dodging his hand."Bug off, how many times am I supposed to tell you that I hate your greasy hands touching my hair." Although I whined, he didn't miss my playful smile. He reached out to grab a piece of fruit f
"Erm, so what was that about?" I asked awkwardly, trying my best to not blush and look sincere."I don't know what I'm going to do. My life's done, it's over. Everything till now was pointless," he started mumbling in a shaky voice and tugged at his sleeves uncomfortably. His voice raised tremulously, "I don't know what I'm going to do! I don't know what I'm going to fucking do! It's fucking over!""Hey, hey, hey," I intervened the battle of words and more that he was fighting with himself and grabbed his arm gently. "I'm here for you, you can tell me. I'm here for you, Logan and I'll be listening. You're not alone, tell me, I'll help you."His eyes had turned glassy like he could break any second."Come on Logan, take your time and try to tell me what's the deal. I can help you," I promised earnestly and he shook his head."No, you can't," he contradicted through gritted teeth and gave me an incredulous look. "That man-that man who was here earlier, he's no customer. He's my fucking
As we stumbled outside the flower shop, we bumped into my grandpa who took hold of both Logan and my arm and dragged us inside. "Where do you think you two are going leaving the shop like that?""Er-I called Shaun, he said that he'll come and look after for a while," I said in a small voice and grandpa narrowed his eyes, raising his white bushy eyebrows simultaneously which made him look funny instead of threatening. "Is that why you're getting paid, eh?" His mocking question was directed towards Logan who's lips pursed into a thin line. "Answer me, kid, before I fire your ass right away.""Sorry sir," Logan mumbled almost grudgingly, his Adam's apple bobbling. "Grandpa, we need to really go," I pleaded with my wide eyes feigning innocence as grandpa avoided my gaze, afraid that he would succumb to his dear granddaughter's begging. "Please grandpa, let us go. We have to hurry.""Where is it you both want to go?" he grumbled and I suppressed my triumphant smile because at least he wa
The rest of the day moved slowly. Logan stupidly insisted to work in the shop because he wanted to get paid, so grandpa let him for a while before finally kicking him out. Apparently, Logan had two jobs- one was working here in the flower shop and the other had to do something with the advertisement in the night. He wouldn't get paid for eleven days [even though if I would convince my grandpa to pay him-he would, but Logan refused this charity staunchly]."I'll have to use some money from my savings to pay the bills," he said almost ruefully and my heart went out for him. He had so many responsibilities at such a young age. "Anyway, I do have good savings from my earlier jobs and I need that only for a two-year community college before I turn twenty-one and transfer to the university.""Oh, that's great! I'm so happy you got real plans. Will you get some sort of funds when you turn twenty-one?" I asked and he stretched himself on my bean bag. I watched the tension in his long legs eas
The morning rays of the sun didn't quite reach me as I woke up spontaneously when Logan shook me. The curtains were still drawn and my room was dark. Logan's face was barely illuminated by the few streaks of sunlight that had managed to escape the barrier provided by the curtains. The sunlight spilled over his sea-coloured eyes and made it appear distinct.I was still simmering with resentment for he had killed my poor Fred. "What do you want? Go away." I sat up slowly on my bed and rubbed my eyes."Joy, I'm sorry, but we have to go," he whispered apologetically, his figure towering over me and his hands awkwardly clutching my blanket. The blanket was covering my pyjama-clad body."What time is it?" I asked groggily and suppressed a yawn."Five thirty, I can go alone if you want. You don't need to come--- ""No," I intervened quickly. "I'll come, but just out of concern. Don't think that I'm not mad about the demise of Fred anymore because I am. It was so wrong of you to kill him and
Logan and I were sitting on the filthy, unmade bed and I squirmed uncomfortably. The woman's apartment gave me an absurd feeling, something I couldn't describe. It was dark with the slightly tattered, but thick curtains were drawn and it seemed like the place had never been bathed in sunlight. The wooden coffee table in the corner was unclean with crumbs of biscuits, milk stains, empty bottles of beer and an ashtray. The floor and the sheets on the bed itself were sticky, and an unpleasant stench engulfed us. I was going to vomit any second from now.The woman emerged out of the tiny bathroom and strode across the room confidently, her semi-nakedness not bothering her one bit. She was still clad in her nightie with her feminine bits showing, but now she had a flimsy shawl draped over her shoulders. She had sprinkled some water on her face, her mascara running down. She grabbed a scruffy towel and nuzzled her face against it, languidly wiping off her smudged makeup.I glanced at Logan
"It's low tide now, but during high tide, you take this boat," grandpa instructed sternly. We were standing right below the lighthouse, salty wind gusting around it. The narrow strip of land which served as a pathway was vividly visible due to low tide and the boat rendered useless. We climbed the half-ruined staircase of the lighthouse among the rubbles of the ground floor.The musty smell inside, the damp walls and the sunlight spilling through every cleft and crevice of the light-lemony lighthouse heightened my yearning for something beautiful, yet unknown. I could vaguely notice a feeling of nostalgia washing over my grandpa's wrinkly face as he guided us. Years ago, this place was full of life- my grandparents' laughter richocheting the walls, their quiet whispers being carried over by the crisp air and their unconditional love being sung by the ocean itself.Logan's eyes were soft as he inhaled deeply, savouring the temperate atmosphere. Both of us glanced at each other calmly,
Three years ago, Logan and my life changed drastically. I was diagnosed with acute lymphoblastic leukaemia and his family passed away in a horrifying car accident. He became the only surviving member of his family while I became the dying member. We had been enduring pain since then, fighting battles within ourselves. The conclusion is that we managed to survive for three years. Three entire years.Six days to go and this would all end. Logan would turn eighteen and albeit there would be consequences, at least he wouldn't fall prey to his diabolical uncle. All our plans would come to fruition. Logan and I clawed our way to exist for three years and we had to continue doing it for merely six days. Six more days."See, this is how you solve." My dad showed me the newspaper, snapping me out of my thoughts. We both were sitting on the floor right next to each other. "You jumbled up these numbers.""Oh cool, thanks dad," I mumbled and concentrated on the sudoku puzzle. I never got it right
Third Person's POV [Logan's POV]"What the hell do you mean you have a baby? Shaun, what on earth are you blabbering about?" Joy's mum was yelling on the phone as Logan stood outside at the door. "Who's Marilyn? What do you mean you have a baby? Don't cut the call- damn him!" she cursed and looked wearily at Logan. "He cut the call! He's been talking nonsense about a baby and this-this girl Marilyn- If he's implying what I'm thinking . . . Logan dear . . . I think I'm going to faint . . . "She did pass out then and there and Logan quickly held her before she fell face down.He half dragged her inside and laid her down on the couch. Gemma who was eating by the dining table hastily rushed to him for assistance. She asked nervously, "Did she die?""No, no, Jesus no," Logan muttered, reaching for a glass of water from the coffee table. "She heard some shocking news from your brother.""Yes, Shaun told me he became a father. I can presume why that is shocking, but considering the time he
Third Person's POV :Jamal slipped into Joy's signed Katy Perry sweater, wore bunny flip flops and ignoring his stepmother's incessant pestering to eat his lunch, he headed to his mother's dingy apartment. There he found her sprawled haphazardly outside the door in the empty corridor, wasted. It was one in the afternoon and he wasn't surprised to find her knocked out. He fished for the duplicate keys from his pocket and opened the door. He picked her squirming body up with difficulty and carried her inside."Antonne you asshole . . . Fucking that white ass girl would get you nowhere . . . I curse you and that-that bitch---""Mamma, I'm your son, Jamal," he said in a clear voice, placing her on the unmade bed. "And it's over now. He's married to her, you can't do anything.""Fuck you! I can! You know nothing about what lies underneath this . . . " she slurred and Jamal tiredly averted his eyes at the ceiling when she unabashedly pulled her dress up. "Look here Antonne, look what your b
Shaun's POV :It had been five months since Joy passed away and here I was, back in the city of lights, Paris. It was late in the night, but the people were acting wild in the pub like the night had just begun. I didn't even know why I was here instead of editing some clips in my small hotel room. All I could think of was . . . Why exactly was I here? What was my purpose? I should have been with Joy all those weeks I came here . . . I should have stayed at home. I should have fought for Marilyn. I shouldn't have let two strong women slip from my life just like that.From across the room I saw Alice who was seated on the couch, one of my many friends I had made here. Without thinking twice, I glided to her with a cheeky grin and ruffled her platinum blonde hair from behind. She glanced up at me confused and then bit back her smile. Feigning irritation, she exclaimed, "Hey, ne touche pas mes cheveux!"'Hey, don't touch my hair! Keep your greasy fingers away!' Joy would say the same and
Marilyn's story began on this muddy land where twenty three years earlier, her single mother- Emilia gave birth to her in presence of a midwife and no family. Emilia's partner had disappeared as soon as he learned she was pregnant. But Emilia's spirit never broke, she raised her baby with all the love she had never got.Marilyn remembered her childhood days as fun and carefree where she got everything she desired with either tantrums or buttering her hardworking mother. She wasn't allowed to do any chores so she could play and study with her friends. Not a day went by without her belly filled with food and her body in the most comfortable, warm clothes.Emilia with her meagre salary as a waitress could afford only sufficient food, but still she bought her daughter all the toys and pretty dresses she had never got as a child. She only wanted her daughter to grow like all the other kids. Her life's purpose was to keep her daughter happy, to keep the only person who loved her close to he
Third Person's POV [Logan's POV]Four days after Christmas, Logan was trying to sleep in the sleeping area, but his eyes remained wide open. He tossed and turned on the bed, his thoughts drifting to Joy. He hadn't slept a wink in the last three days and had stayed next to Joy, talking to her until her mum asked him to rest. Logan curled himself in a small ball, forcefully squeezing his eyes shut.Sleep. Sleep. Sleep.Dream. Dream. Dream.Suddenly, he heard unsteady footsteps approaching him and he held his breath."L-Logan . . . J-Joy," Shaun said forcefully, barely spilling the words out.He immediately shot up from the bed and stared aghast at Shaun who nodded mutely, his eyes red-rimmed.Logan didn't recall the next few moments vividly- he had followed Shaun to Joy's room and his arms and legs felt like they weren't his. They felt oddly heavy as if he was dragging himself to face the inevitable. They quietly entered the room where Joy's mum held Joy's bluish hand and talked softly
Third Person's POV [Logan's POV]Logan adjusted his costume, took a deep breath and barged in through the door. "Ho, ho, ho! Merry Christmas!"A deafening silence followed and in his head crickets chirped at a distance. Everyone in the room- Joy's mum, dad, Shaun, Gemma and grandpa's eyes darted from him to Joy bemusedly. Logan awkwardly tugged at his fluffy, red sleeves, wanting for the floor to open and swallow him whole.Finally, Joy's mother cut through the silence, "Oh my God, it's Santa!"Everyone broke into a wild cheer, grabbing Logan and patting him on the back. Logan's cheeks flushed in embarrassment as he shyly glanced at Joy. She was wide awake, laid on bed with blankets draped over her and an impish smile slowly formed on her dry lips.When he had walked in this place, the nurse Jasmine had winked at him. Joy had made it.Logan shuffled closer to her when she beckoned him towards her. He leaned down and she rasped, "You're the skinniest Santa with the biggest heart I have
Shaun's POV :I was delaying to go back to France. Joy wanted me to go, but how could I leave her? She was so frail like a china doll and all I wanted to do was snatch her pain away, bundle her up in the thickest blankets and take her safely home."Gem, maa will come to pick you up before bedtime," I said softly, concentrating my attention on her after taking a glimpse of my watch. "Grab your things, we don't want to create a mess in this place."Gemma nodded vaguely, her gaze travelling the liquid trickling in the tube next to the urine catheter."Can I stay please?" she asked suddenly in a pleading tone."Yeah . . . Okay. Maa will understand, I'll tell her," I said gently, not wanting to say no to Gemma. She had already suffered through many mental breakdowns this month and it hurt me to see my other sister go through so much misery. It hurt me to be rendered useless, not knowing how to help them.She murmured, her voice sounding lost, "Thank you."I didn't say anything, only reache
Third Person's POV [Logan's POV]Logan met Gizmo on the way to the hospice care centre, bought him snacks and petted him for a while. Then he strode to meet Joy- at the hospice care centre. She had been in there for many days now and Logan didn't know what to feel anymore. The dread and impending, heart-wrenching end was close. Too close, he forgot how to breathe sometimes.He greeted the nurse politely at the lobby area and knocked on Joy's room. Joy said, without looking, "Come in Logan.""You have superpowers wow," Logan jested, advancing towards her. She was seated on the plush sofa by the window with her long skirt tucked under her legs, gazing at the harsh ocean. He kissed the top of her head and inhaled deeply, her hair smelled of herbal shampoo. "You look nice today."Gemma who was seated beside Joy stood up abruptly. "I'm going to the library to bring your books."Joy clicked her tongue. "You can stay here Gem, it's only Logan.""No, I'll go." Her eyes darted between Logan a
Third Person's POV [Logan's POV]Logan was discharged from the hospital and although the doctors advised him to rest, he barely could afford to do that. He had to make frequent trips from college (to catch up on notes), his job, police station for enquiries and Joy's house where he finally felt like home. At the station, the cops were searching for the criminals based on Logan's descriptions about them.Logan wanted them to be punished, but he didn't care any longer. He knew karma wouldn't let them get away or his cruel uncle. He also knew that because of the police investigation, his uncle wouldn't dare to touch him for some months now. Besides, he felt invincible, like no force on earth could even blow a strand of his hair. The power in him was more spiritual than physical and all the events leading him to the brink of death taught him that stressing out caused him to only die a little bit everyday.For the first time in his life, he truly believed that he was strong.Logan ate the