DEATH
(PART I)
Story by Daisy
You begin to die the day you were born…some just die sooner than others.
Prologue
Ebony stared at the wilted rose
lying on her brother’s grave. Tears began to blur her vision as she knelt in
front of the tombstone. She traced the letters of his name, tracing the lines of
his face in her mind. She and her brother had always been close, and now, when
they were closer than ever, he died. No, Ebony thought, he didn’t
die. He was murdered. She shut her eyes against the thought and a single
tear trickled down her cheek.
Ebony remembered clearly how her
brother had died. They had been at a party with their friends. Actually, they
were her friends, but her brother had come along for the drinks. Ebony
considered herself one of the luckiest girls alive, for she was attending, not
just any party, but a party thrown by Nick Carter, a Backstreet Boy. Her brother
had gotten extremely drunk and had gone down to the lake to take a dip with a
few other people, every one of the Backstreet Boys included. They returned
without her brother.
“Where’s Jonathan?” She had
asked, merely curious and not worried. They all shrugged; none of them had even
noticed that he had been there. An hour later with no Jonathan, Ebony began to
get worried. She questioned every one of the partygoers, finding nothing. But
later when the police and she had searched the lake behind Nick’s house, she
did find something. She found her beloved brother’s lifeless body tied to the
bottom of the lake floor by weeds, his eyes open and searching, his arms
floating limply in the water.
Ebony shook her head, trying to get
the mental picture of her brother out of her mind. No tears came. Her eyes were
as stony as the tombstone sitting in front of her. Her fingers had come to a
stop on the stone, resting on the inscription reading “beloved brother and
son”. Ebony stared hard at the words, vowing revenge on the people who did
this to her brother.
The Backstreet Boys.
Chapter One
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