Chapter Four.:.Shock
Rein sat there, aghast. How can this person not be Adam? My Adam. My best friend since second
grade. I loved him like a brother, and now it feels like he's totally rejecting me.
"How can you not be Adam?" I asked, very doubtful that he would answer truthfully, but what he
answered made my heart race in confusion.
"I'm his twin brother. Allen." The second that boy said that, I was very sure that he was lying. Adam
would have told me if he had a twin brother, nor have I ever seen another him at his house whenever
I visited, and that was quite a lot. I glared at him accusingly, ready to spout out with an endless list
of reasons that this man could not be Adam's twin brother, he is Adam.
"Prove it." I said. That's surprising, why didn't I just accuse him of lying? I thought. But maybe my
body just didn't want to have any more drama. There was already too much going on.
Then, Allen-or-Adam pulled up his sleeve revealing a bracelet that had an A on it. Adam had the
exact same one, but green, while this person's was blue. Adam had told me his was one of a kind, and
passed on by generation in his family. Why would he lie about that? Unless...
"You really aren't Adam... Aren't you?" I whispered. Just as I thought things wouldn't get anymore
complicated, it just did. Who was this person? Where did he come from? How come I didn't know about
him before? As more and more questions filled my thoughts, I found Allen wiping the tears off my face.
When did I even start crying? I thought. Wow, what's wrong with me? "W-what happened to... where
is..." my voice trailed off.
"He's not gone" Allen started, "At least, not yet." Suddenly, details of Allen's memories and thoughts
he knew about Adam filled my brain. Adam, screaming my name and Allen's as he was being pulled away
into one of the shipment planes heading to the Divisions... Allen being beat, his dark hair yanked on, and
ear being dragged toward a different plane... Allen shrieking when he last saw the face of his brother,
weeping through a rusting metal window. Adam was pushing a picture against the glass, a picture of him
and I. It was the picture we shared of each other, a present for his birthday. Our names were scribbled
on it with crayon, from when we were nine. Now I'm twelve, almost thirteen.
Just as we started landing to our destination, I almost forgot to ask Allen how he made his memories
form into my mind. That thought was really in the back of my head, and all I could think about right now
was about Adam. Where is Adam?
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grade. I loved him like a brother, and now it feels like he's totally rejecting me.
"How can you not be Adam?" I asked, very doubtful that he would answer truthfully, but what he
answered made my heart race in confusion.
"I'm his twin brother. Allen." The second that boy said that, I was very sure that he was lying. Adam
would have told me if he had a twin brother, nor have I ever seen another him at his house whenever
I visited, and that was quite a lot. I glared at him accusingly, ready to spout out with an endless list
of reasons that this man could not be Adam's twin brother, he is Adam.
"Prove it." I said. That's surprising, why didn't I just accuse him of lying? I thought. But maybe my
body just didn't want to have any more drama. There was already too much going on.
Then, Allen-or-Adam pulled up his sleeve revealing a bracelet that had an A on it. Adam had the
exact same one, but green, while this person's was blue. Adam had told me his was one of a kind, and
passed on by generation in his family. Why would he lie about that? Unless...
"You really aren't Adam... Aren't you?" I whispered. Just as I thought things wouldn't get anymore
complicated, it just did. Who was this person? Where did he come from? How come I didn't know about
him before? As more and more questions filled my thoughts, I found Allen wiping the tears off my face.
When did I even start crying? I thought. Wow, what's wrong with me? "W-what happened to... where
is..." my voice trailed off.
"He's not gone" Allen started, "At least, not yet." Suddenly, details of Allen's memories and thoughts
he knew about Adam filled my brain. Adam, screaming my name and Allen's as he was being pulled away
into one of the shipment planes heading to the Divisions... Allen being beat, his dark hair yanked on, and
ear being dragged toward a different plane... Allen shrieking when he last saw the face of his brother,
weeping through a rusting metal window. Adam was pushing a picture against the glass, a picture of him
and I. It was the picture we shared of each other, a present for his birthday. Our names were scribbled
on it with crayon, from when we were nine. Now I'm twelve, almost thirteen.
Just as we started landing to our destination, I almost forgot to ask Allen how he made his memories
form into my mind. That thought was really in the back of my head, and all I could think about right now
was about Adam. Where is Adam?
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