Imogen... A Story for my JBD 515 entry.

My gallery · by **garnet.** » Sun Aug 04, 2013 4:39 am

Basically, in a Nutshell, I ran out of room on my main post because this story is too long, so basically, I am moving it here for ease of things. I will format this all pretty eventually

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Imogen...
"Dearest Kellin, death is just a part of life..."

...Zero...
It was a cold early September day, and Jonathan Heaps was cleaning out his house, his daughter, Imogen, had just had people round for her second birthday party and they had made quite a mess. He sighed to himself, picking up the full trash bag and opening up his door to go outside. He hefted the bag forward, sighing, before suddenly walking into something. He looked down, and saw a cardboard box. He frowned a little, confused. He looked around a little.
Who on earth would leave a random box outside my door? He thought to himself.
He stepped over the box, and was about to leave it, when it moved. His eyes widened a little. He dropped the trash bag slowly and opened it up. Inside was a small baby bean. The bean was skinny and thin, looking sadly up at Jonathan. Jonathan's moth fell open a little and he let out a small gasp.
"Now what happened to you?" He whispered. He picked the bean up and cuddled him. He then noticed a Rosary by the bean.
"Catholic are you?" He asked.
He guessed that the bean must be, he would make sure the bean stayed that way. On the outside of the box, a date was written. 30th of August. Jonathan guessed that this must be the beans birthday. He looked very young, and he was very thin.
"I'll call you Kellin, because you're so skinny." He chuckled and carried him inside, looping the rosary around his neck. "Your sister will love you!"
He stepped inside and put Kellin in his lap, turning to his daughter.
"Imogen, this is your new brother, his name is Kellin. Can you say Kellin?" He cooed to her.
"Kewin!" She squealed and stroked his rough fur lightly, smiling.
Jonathan smiled happily and picked Imogen up, laying her on his knee, hugging them both. Kellin pulled a little smile at them both and snuggled into Jonathan, who hugged them both, as happy as could be.
They would share a room, Jonathan decided, hopefully they would be very good friends. He needed to buy Kellin some bedding. He loaded them both in his car, Kellin in the seat next to Imogen, and began driving. He brought Kellin a small bed {He was quite a big baby} and some guitar covers for them. This, and Jonathan's rock music/guitar obsession was what kick-started Kellin's dream. That night, Jonathan read them a story about a dragon that flew around the world, and in his heart Kellin's dreams began growing.

...One...
"Kellin! You so stupid!" Imogen yelled at her one year old brother, who had just ripped a head off of her favourite barbie doll. "Poor Barbie! You make me and Barbie sad!"
At this point, Kellin began wailing and screaming, curling up into a ball.
Jonathan then wandered back into the room with a tray of cookies in his hand, a pink apron on, and an angry expression.
"What is going on in here?" He exclaimed. "Why did I hear you call Kellin stupid, Imogen..."
"He broke my Barbie!" Imogen wailed.
"Kellin... I've told you, don't break Imogen's toys, okay?" He said calmly to the crying one year old, who looked up sadly. "Now give me a hug."
He picked him up and cuddled him a little.
"Now Imogen, you do not call your brother stupid! He doesn't really understand anything!" He said. "Now say sorry!"
"No! You didn't make Kellin say sorry and he broke my rockstar barbie! She was from Mommy!" She screamed "You don't even think about Mommy ever! You love Kellin more than me!"
She ran away to her room, still sobbing. She threw herself on her bed, hugging her Barbie's body and crying.
"I miss you Mommy..." She weeped.
Jonathan was awestruck. She had never exploded on him like this before. He knew it was hard for Imogen to grow up without a mother. He thought about her all the time, but Imogen seemed to think that Kellin had made her forget him. He had come to know pretty quickly that Imogen and Kellin loved each other, but still had a lot of rivalry, because Kellin came into Imogen's life after two years.
"Kellin, I'm gonna go see your sister." He muttered, and left Kellin sitting on the floor, sucking on a plastic toy
"Imogen..." He murumured, going into her room.
"What you want poo-head daddy." She replied.
"Don't call me that... Look, I don't love Kellin more than you, I love both of you the same and I know Mommy brought you that doll... I was there. I miss her too..." He sighed and hugged her tight. "Now go say sorry to Kellin..."
" 'Kay..." She whined and stood up.
"Sorry Kellin..." She muttered and hugged her brother tightly, truthfully, she really did love him so much, despite what she said most of the time.

...Two...
"Thank you Daddy!" Four year old Imogen exclaimed, waving around a pink guitar with a blue strap. "I have my own guitar! Thanky, thanky, thanky!"
"It's okay Sweetie, one day, you're going to be an amazing guitar player, I know it!" Jonathan replied, picking her up.
Kellin tugged on his Dads shirt.
"Kellin want guitar." He told his father.
"Oh Kellin, you can't have one yet, you're too young..." He replied awkwardly.
"Kellin want one." He replied with a firmer tone.
"I'm sorry Kellin... You're way too young... You couldn't even hold it..." Jonathan sighed. "You can have one when you are four, like your sister..."
Kellin's face appeared to grow, and his eyes grew wide, filling with tears. He blinked and they fell down his cheek.
"Kellin want guitar..." He cried.
"Kelliin, I'm sorry, okay! I can't help it." He sighed, exasperated.
Kellin just went and sat in the corner, shooting his Dad a sad look.
Jonathan then noticed that Imogen had gone.
"Imo? Baby? Where are you?" He called.
Imogen emerged from her bedroom, holding something.
"I want Kellin to have this." Imogen said, handing her father her old toy guitar. "It might make him happy."
Jonathan gasped, and tears began to fall from his eyes.
"Imogen... That is so kind of you." He said, taking it from her and turning to Kellin. "Kellin, I have something for you, Imogen decided she would give it to you." He said, turning the dragon around.
Kellin looked up and his tear stained face lit up.
"Guitar!" He squealed, taking it and plucking the plastic strings. "Thank you Imy!"
Imogen smiled sweetly and leapt on him, hugging him.
"Love you Kellin."
"Love you Imy"
Jonathan just stood where he was, and smiled happily at his two children.

...Three...
Kellin sat at the back of his father's weekly guitar class, that he taught to Imogen and a few of her classmates, with the very same plastic guitar that Imogen had given to him on her fourth birthday. He found out pretty quickly that it didn't make the same pretty sound and wasn't anywhere near as good, but Kellin still enjoyed sitting at the back of the room and trying out all of the different chords on the toy. He couldn't wait until he got his own guitar, he could then finally start playing himself. he wanted to be as good as his sister. Kellin yearned to get the same amount of praise from their father as she got, she was amazing and could easily wipe the floor with her friends. She was so popular because of it. She was a natural talent at it, and it annoyed Kellin. No one paid as much attention to him, not even their father. He sighed a little, focusing even closer on his father, and copying everything that he taught them. He suddenly had a really bright idea. If he borrowed Imogen's guitar and played something he had learnt, his father would have to agree he was grown up enough to have his own guitar! After the lesson had finished, he crept to Imogen's and his room and picked up her guitar. It was so heavy! He placed it on his leg and strummed a few simple notes. It was easy. He played a few chords and grinned. But it wasn't to last. As Kellin plucked the string particularly hard, it snapped. He gasped a little.
"Uh oh..." He said, quite loudly.
"Kellin, why did you just say uh oh... Did you have another accident?" Jonathan asked him.
"N-No!" Kellin shouted.
Jonathan pushed open the door and saw the guitar, now on the floor for being dropped.
"Kellin did you break Imy's guitar string?"
Kellin looked at the ground.
"Sorry Daddy, I just want a guitar, so you can be proud of me, like Imy..." He whimpered, his eyes filling with tears.
"Kellin, you don't need a real guitar for me to be proud of you."
"Really?"
"Kellin, I've seen you playing your little plastic thing at the back, every single lesson. You will be able to follow with this group in a years time, when you get your own, if you keep on playing that so well."
"Really?"
"Yes Kellin, you're technique is exquisite already!"
"Ekskwisit?"
"Er... Very, very, very good!"
"Oh 'kay."
Kellin hugged his father tightly and stood up, sucking one of his claws. He picked up Imogen's guitar and passed it to his father.
"Fix it please?"
"Sure sweetie. Don't tell your sister about this, she won't be very happy!"
"'Kay Daddy!"

...Four...
Kellin sat up bolt upright. Today was his fourth birthday! Today, Kellin would get his very first real guitar. He leapt out of bed and shook his sister.
"Imy, Imy, wake up, wake up! It's my birthday." He squealed in his sisters ear.
"Ouch! That hurt Kellin! I'm awake!" She yelled at him.
Kellin just grinned widely.
"Happy Birthday little brother!" She then said, and hugged his fur tightly. "Let's go wake Daddy up!"
Kellin nodded in reply and after Imogen had leapt out of her bed, the two of them ran to their fathers room and quietly opened the door.
"Shhhh!" Imogen whispered and giggled.
They crept in together, laughing cheekily, but quietly. Imogen placed a finger to her lips and then whispered.
"Three... Two... One..." Before yelling. "JUMP!"
The two of them then jumped on top of their father, squealing with laughter.
Jonathan's eyes opened and he groaned with a small smile.
"Hey guys... Good morning..." He muttered grogily.
"Morning Daddy!" The two of them cooed together, mischievous smiles on their faces.
"Hmmm... Now what day is it today... I have a feeling that today is special." Johnathan mused, scratching his head comedicaly, making both of the children giggle.
"It's Kellin's birthday Daddy!" Imogen told him.
"Oh yeah!" Jonathan said laughing. "Silly Daddy! Happy Birthday Kellin."
He hugged his adopted son tightly, with a massive smile on his face.
"So, your four, and you know what you get today, don't you! Stay there." Jonathan said happily, opening up his wardrobe and reaching in.
He came out with a parcel and handed it to Kellin.
"Open it, go on." He told him.
Kellin ripped open the blue and purple paper expectantly. Inside was a beautiful purple acoustic guitar. Kellin gasped and instantly took it out of its box. He sat with it as he had seen his sister and Father doing, and played a few chords.
"Thank you Daddy!" He squealed. "I love it."
"Now you can properly come into class with us!" Imogen squealed to her brother.
Kellin smiled and played a simple scale he had learnt in class. It sounded amazing, so beautiful, even more than he had thought. He knew instantly that he would absolutely love playing guitar. It was so much fun and it made such a beautiful sound. Kellin imagined, in the future, rocking out on an electric guitar in front of a huge crowd. This was near the final stages of Kellin's dream being formed, and it wasn't long, maybe three months, before Kellin first said the words he would end up saying for the rest of his life.
"One day, I'm going to be the greatest guitar player in the world!"

...Five...
Kellin and Imogen were at a park, it wasn't that local, but their father had thought that it would be a good idea for five your old Kellin and seven year old Imogen to meet other children that didn't live near they did, so he made the decision to take them out to a park not too far away for a day out and ice cream on that hot september day. It was strange for September to be hot, it was if summer had been elongated into the first month of Autumn too, and none of them were arguing. It was a lovely day.
At that moment, Kellin was hanging upside down by his tail from the bar between two swings and sticking his tongue out at his sister, knowing that there was no way she would be able to do the same. Imogen pulled a face back and went to talk to a friend she had made, a boy. Kellin blinked a few times, slow and sad at the loss of attention from his dear sister. He leapt down and wandered over.
"Hi there!" He piped confidently.
"Oh hi, you're Kellin, right?" The boy said.
Kellin nodded and took a look at what was going on. The boy was showing off a bright red electric guitar. Jealousy instantly coursed its way through Kellin's veins and suddenly, he felt like this boy was his enemy in his dream. He had an electric guitar before Kellin, that instantly made him a threat.
"I play guitar." Kellin said intimidatingly. "So does Imogen, she's better than me." He scoweled at this. "Though I bet I could still beat you."
The boy blinked a few times, quickly and a little offended.
"I accept your challenge." He replied tensely.
He took the guitar and played a relatively complicated riff, it was fast but in its self, the pattern wasn't that difficult. Kellin snorted a little bit.
"I could do that in my sleep." He muttered, taking the electric.
He crunched his claws a few times before playing a riff that his father had taught him. It was about the same speed as the other boys but it was definitely more complicted. He played longer than the other boy too. He finished and smiled smugly.
"One day, I'm going to be the greatest guitar player in the world. I'll even beat my sister! One day, you will be able to say that you played against the famous Kellin Heaps when he was only five!" Kellin told him, in a confident voice.
"Wow..." The other boy muttered, awestruck that a five year old could play like that.
Kellin fluffed his fur proudly, handed the guitar back to the boy and walked back to the swings, hanging himself back up.
"Your brother is so cool..." Kellin heard the boy tell his sister.
"He's really over confident!" Imogen protested.
"Yes, but he is so amazing so it's okay. Are you really better?" He asked her.
"Yes of course!"
"Show me?"
"No!"
"Well okay, because I don't believe you." The boy said, and walked over to join Kellin on the swings.
Imogen stood there, her mouth hanging open, willing herself not to go over there and shout at him. Of course she was better, she just didn't like performing to other people.
Kellin made a friend that day, and the boy, Alex his name was, eventually started learning guitar with Kellin's father and the two of them stayed friends a very long time.

...Six...
Kellin and his Father were sitting in the concert hall where Kellin's fathers band, The Greek Acolytes, were going to play a small concert in that Christmas. Imogen was at a ballet class. Kellin and his father were playing the guitar part to Kellin's favourite song that the band played. It was called, Nothing more, Nothing less. Kellin loved it because it had an acoustic version, which was only guitar, that his father had taught him to play. Kellin loved the acoustic version because he loved playing it so much. Kellin's father suddenly stopped playing, and Kellin continued playing it on his small purple guitar. He suddenly noticed his father had stopped. He looked up at him and saw his father was sitting there, eyes closed, just closed. Kellin continued playing, not messing up a single thing. When he finished the song, he looked at his father.
"Kellin, I hear you constantly shouting about this dream you have, to be the worlds greatest guitar player, but I can't help but notice that you haven't even played in front of an audience yet..." His father muttered awkwardly.
"Yeah... I know... I don't know what I'd be like in front of an audience..." He murmured sadly.
"Yeah... Kellin, I need to tell you something..." He started.
Kellin looked up sadly, was his father about to crush his dream before it even truly began...
"I want you to perform that song, acoustic version, with the lead singer of my band at the concert."
Kellin gasped, he was not expecting that.
"Really! Wow Daddy!" Kellin squealed
"Yes of course, come to practice today and we'll get you ready."
This was how Kellin found himself with The Greek Acolytes, playing his favourite song on his little purple acoustic. He felt so nervous in front of the band, but he was so happy, however, it was all about to go wrong. Imogen was suddenly emerging from the door, back from her friends house that she had gone to after ballet. She stood there, watching her brother play. Jonathan walked over and picked her up.
"What's going on? Why is Kellin playing." She asked.
"Because he's performing at the Christmas concert!" He said proudly.
Imogen stiffened and leapt out of her father's arms and ran outside, her eyes filled with tears. Jonathan looked blankly at her and looked back at Kellin, who had stopped playing at the sudden reaction from his sister. Jonathan ran outside, following her. Kellin scurried behind him, feeling as if he had done something wrong somewhere. Imogen was sitting on the steps outside the hall, crying, her head in her hands. Jonathan put his arm around her, and Kellin sat down on her other side.
"What's the matter doll?" Jonathan asked her.
She sniffed a little, and wiped the tears out of her eyes.
"Kellin gets to play. He is six. I've never played with you. I'm eight. I'm better than Kellin." She spat the last bit at her brother and put her face in her hands.
"Kellin's dream is to be the greatest guitar player, he has never performed before. You told me a year ago your dream was to be a ballerina, so I paid for your ballet lessons and you've performed countless times. It's about dreams, not ability." Jonathan said kindly.
"No! I wanted to be a ballerina but having Kellin as an opponent has made me love guitar music! I want to be the best guitar player in the world!" She hissed at her father, her head in her hands.
"Darling... Girls who are ballerinas can't be famous guitar players..." He muttered with a sigh, and stood up, leaving Kellin and Imogen outside.
Imogen kept on crying, and buried her face in Kellin's fur. That was the first time their father had ever been truly spiteful to either of them.
Eventually, Kellin persuaded Imogen to come and see the concert, and see him perform with the band. By the end of the performance, she was in floods of tears, but only because she felt so proud of her little brother. She truly loved to see him shine, even if her dream was to better him in his own dream. She could at least, for a moment, pretend that their dreams did not coincide.

...Seven...
The year that Kellin was seven was not particularly eventful for the most of it, it was a calm year, without much excitement. However, in the Janurary of Kellin's seventh year, something very eventful indeed did happen, and truly, it shocked Kellin and his father to the core.
Kellin heard his sisters alarm go off. She always set an alarm for school, so she would always get up on time. Kellin would always get woken up by it but he didn't really mind very much. He blinked a few times, and watched his sister. He knew her morning routine by heart. She would gather her school clothes, then go to the bathroom to put them on. Then she would go back to her room, grab her guitar, pack her school bag and then wait for her father to be ready, while packing her lunch and then practising her guitar. That day, however was different. Kellin heard her cry, and it wasn't just a sniffle, it was full out weeping. She didn't follow her normal routine. Instead, she got her bag, and began to stuff lots of different things in it, clothes, sweets, guitar music, anything. It puzzled Kellin, so when she left her room to get dressed, he followed her. She got dressed as normal but afterwards, she went down to the kitchen. What on earth was going on? She then stuffed lots of crisps, biscuits and anything that she could fit in there, into her lunchbox or school bag. Maybe she was going to a friends house tonight, yeah, that was it. So Kellin just yawned, and went back to bed. He was 'woken up' not five minutes later by his father, telling him to get ready for Imogen's school run. He yawned and got ready, still feeling slightly uneasy. He went and sat in the car and waited for his sister. She got in, looking a little guilty, it was strange though, he hadn't ever seen her act quite like this before. It puzzled him no end, so he sat there and nervously sucked his thumb, his gaze occasionally floated toward her. Imogen was just starring off into space, tears ghosting in her eyes. She got out of the car, zombie-like, and went into school. Jonathan drove Kellin back, headbanging to the CDs he was playing in the car.
That night, after school, Jonathan took Kellin to pick Imogen up. She wasn't there. Eventually, Jonathan went into the school to talk to her class teacher. They said she had walked out with friends. Jonathan wasn't worried at this point. He just got back in the car and drove to a few of her friends houses. By the fourth, he really was starting to get worried. Where was she? Kellin was crying silently in the back of the car, and Jonathan just sat there, music off in silence, as they kept on driving to Imogen's various friends houses. At the seventh, a small girl was peering around the legs of her mother, as Jonathan was talking to her. The woman hadn't seen her, and Jonathan finally broke. His eyes streamed with tears and he rested his head in his hands. The little girl suddenly stepped forward, her eyes also streaming.
"Mr Heaps, I know what happened to Imogen..." She cried. "She didn't want me to tell you. She said you didn't love her, but it's not true, Imy was wrong!"
"What happened..." Jonathan mumbled.
"She ran away... I don't know where she's gone but she walked to the start of this road and then turned right. She hasn't been gone long, you could find her!" The girl, Jersey her name was, said.
"Jersey, why didn't you tell me!" Her mother shouted, before turning to Jonathan. "We'll help find her."
Jonathan wiped his eyes a few times before leading Kellin back to the car.
They drove for about half an hour, down all sorts of different streets, windows rolled down, shouting her name at the top of their lungs. Kellin was now crying about as hard as a young bean could cry, as was Jonathan. Suddenly they saw a young girl in a hoodie on the road, they gasped and drove up. It was Imogen! She was sat on the side of the street, a blanket draped over her. She saw them, and started running, leaving her stuff.
"Kellin get her stuff." He told his, before getting out of the car and darting after Imogen, as fast as his long legs would carry him.
Kellin picked her things up, and put them in the back seat of the car. Jonathan eventually caught up Imogen and picked her up in a giant hug.
"Don't ever do that to me again you stupid girl. Of course I love you, so does Kellin. Why did you think we didn't love you?" He murmured, hugging her close.
"I... I'm sorry Daddy." She wailed, and hugged him back. "You just seem to love Kellin more... I thought you wouldn't miss me if I left..."
"Don't ever say that... I love you both the same, please understand that." Jonathan told her.

...Eight...
When Kellin was eight, that was the strongest point in his and his sisters relationship. It was the time when the two of them had the best friendship and the most reliable sense of companionship and loyalty they had in their entire life, and in years to come, Kellin would look back on these years with tears in his eyes, wishing they could have lasted longer, and looking back on them with a happy smile on his face. The two of them had stuck together like glue that year.
They were moving. Not just a few blocks away, but almost to the other side of the city, meaning Imogen had to change schools. They were moving because their father felt he should teach a new audience of guitar pupils, as well as the fact that his band were all moving too, to move the band on a little bit more. Imogen and Kellin didn't want to move, either of them. A few of the people their father taught at the moment would still go to him to get taught, but both of them were losing the majority of their friends, Kellin's best friend, Alex, included. The day finally arrived for the Heaps family to move. Boxes and pieces of furniture were carted around willy nilly by stocky builders. Kellin sat there, talking with his sister, and casually strumming his purple acoustic a few times, his sister had just gotten her first electric guitar, for her tenth birthday. Kellin was jealous, but he knew he would get one for his tenth birthday too, and goodness was he excited! He stretched out and began playing a random riff on the spot, his sister watching him intently.
They moved to a slightly bigger apartment than they had been in before, and the children finally got their own room, which they were both very happy about! Imogen especially, she could finally have sleepovers in her own room rather than downstairs on the couch! She was definitely happy about that for one. Then there was the privacy, the freedom. Kellin wasn't as fussed as his sister but it was still nice to have his own space, to store his excessive guitar sheet music and CDs! However, it wasn't as good for one thing. He couldn't hear why his sister would always cry at night. He would hear the small noises that left her lips through the wall, but nothing more. He wondered why she was so sad. It puzzled him. It had all been fine, until she had started school, and then straight after, it started happening. Kellin had his ideas of what it could be but he really wasn't entirely sure. One day, he just broke, and that night, he wandered into her room. Straight away she latched onto him, surprising him.
"What's the matter sis?" He asked his older sister.
"I... Kellin help me, I'm being bullied... Don't tell Daddy!" She gasped. "They just don't like me there at all, there are these really mean girls, they're horrible. They hurt me with words and it's horrible."
She kept on crying, burying her head in Kellin's fur.
This carried on for the next few weeks. Kellin would hear her crying and venture into her room, where she would tell him what had happened. Eventually, Kellin started trying to persuade her to tell someone. At first she was firm decided that she wouldn't but not for long. He broke her defences down and eventually, she told the school councillor. She said that was okay, because they promised not to tell her father unless they had to or she wanted them to. This made Kellin happy when she told him, because he wanted things to get better for his wonderful sister. He loved her so much. Over the next few months, they would still talk at night, she would tell him how things were going. Eventually, she made friends, and invited them round. They explained some more things to Kellin, and he would give them rides around his lounge on his back, making them all squeal with laughter. They saw Kellin as much of a friend as they did Imogen, and that made them both even happier and closer than before. Things were finally good between the two siblings, at last! However, on Kellin's ninth birthday and onwards, things were about to get a whole lot worse.

...Nine...
"No way! I will beat you this time Imogen! I am better than you! It's just the nerves! And you have an electric!" Kellin shouted, on the morning of his Ninth birthday. Their father wasn't awake yet and Imogen had challenged him to a guitar battle, and then decided to taunt him.
"I always used to beat you, even when we both had acoustics! Dad has an electric, and you can beat him! Why should I be any different." She sneered.
Kellin just growled and played the most complicated riff he knew. It darted all over the guitar, with plenty of big jumps and all sorts. Imogen just smirked and played the same riff, but with even more notes in there, extras almost. That was how most of their competitions would run. One would play a riff, the other would try and copy it, parry it almost, add extras. Then the other would do the same until one of them messed up or couldn't do it any more. Kellin smirked and then took what Imogen had played and played it faster and more complicated, a few extra slides and notes in there. Imogen then sped it up even more, playing exactly what Kellin had played, but adding an elabourate ending, one of her 'jokers' as of such. One of the things that Kellin would never hope to copy. It was her own style of playing. Kellin had his own, yes, but the difference was that Imogen could copy his, not as beautifully, but she could try. In every match they played. She would wait until it got very hard, and then throw in this card. Knowing he would never do it, that didn't mean he wouldn't try though. Kellin played the main part perfectly, adding in his own little tricks, but when he got to the end, as always happened, his fingers wouldn't go into the right place in time to play his sisters special endings.
"Well that makes... 1500 Imogen, Kellin, zero!" She sneered at him, laughing.
Kellin sat on the sofa sulking. Suddenly his father came down the stairs.
"What's all the ruckus? Did you guys play again? It's not even nine am yet!" He chuckled. "Who won."
Two simultaneous replies of "Imogen." and "Me!" sounded.
He sighed, saying nothing, before, looking to his Dad, who was carying a very large wrapped box.
"Happy Birthday Kel." He said, ruffling his fur.
Kellin opened it, and brought out a dark purple electric. His mouth fell open. He wasn't supposed to get this until the year after, at least that was when his sister got it.
"I figured you would need it, with your dream and all!" He told his son.
Imogen glared at her father, then at her brother before sighing a little. Jonathan turned to Imogen.
"I know Kellin got it a year before you so I brought you this." He said, handing her a small parcel. SHe opened it to reveal a pair of brand new ballet shoes. She smiled widely and happily, glad to finally get a new pair.
"For your dream." He said, emphasizing 'your', with a stern expression.
Jonathan had been trying to slowly squeeze Imogen's guitar playing dreams out of her, and replacing them with Ballet. He would buy her all the practice music she needed and pay for extra lessons and anything, he just wouldn't venture to her real dreams.
"Thank you Daddy." She said sweetly, hugging him, but still feeling a little cheated, oh well, she had long accepted his favoritism for Kellin in the guitar sense. He was intent on Kellin succeeding, and that made Imogen smile, secretly, but she still hated it that her own father wouldn't support her in her true dream. She wished he could, but she knew it wasn't going to happen. It saddened her greatly but she knew that there was nothing she could do about it.
Kellin was currently plugging his guitar into their Fathers amp.
'He never lets me use that...' She thought to herself.
Kellin suddenly came out with a massively complicated riff. Imogen gasped, she knew what that was, an electric guitar riff. One written just for an electric, and it was so much more complicated than anything they had tried before in a contest. She gritted her teeth. He had been learning that this much in advance, with that much determination, he wouldn't take too long to catch up to her, she thought. She sighed a little and readied herself for the inevitable challenge from her brother. It came, and she still won, but it wasn't as easy anymore.

...Ten....
This is the year. The year that everything went wrong. The year that Kellin realised just how precious things were, and just how close you have to hold things, because they can fly away in a heartbeat.
The day started out as normal and it went on as normal, until the evening. Kellin was sick and tired of playing with just the strings. Their father was out, so it was time to take it up a notch. He lept into his sisters room.
"Hey Imogen! I challenge you to a guitar battle using Daddy's amps!"
She was speechless, never had Kellin gone anywhere near this far to challenge her before and never had they ever played with the amps.
"Okay." She agreed sheepishly, truly scared of what would happen. Over the last year, she seemed to have not gotten any better at all, Kellin was the other end of the scale. He was improving in leaps and bounds and, could now, easily beat their father. Imogen was better, yes, but not by much any more and soon, she could tell, he would surpass her altogether, she could tell.
The two of them plugged their guitars in and began playing. Imogen started this time, playing a long and complicated riff, whcih Kellin reciporacated easily, speeding it up and adding bits all over the place. Imogen did the same, but struggled a little more. After a few rounds, she added one of her special endings, which Kellin reciprocated, he had finally figured out how to do it, before adding a beginning. Imogen added something even more complicated to the beginning and the end and finally, Kellin slipped up. He snarled and pulled his guitar out of the amp storming to his bedroom, he put his guitar down, before going to sit on his fathers bed. His fathers room was placed at the back of the apartment, with a beautiful view of the balcony, and there, on the porch of that very balcony, sat his sister, crying. He was confused, so he followed his instincts and went outside to sit beside her.
"Imogen, why are you crying, you just beat me! It's so frustrating, I can't ever beat you!" He snarled.
Imogen gave a weak chuckle to this, before sighing.
"You think it's frustrating... You're lucky, Daddy supports everything you do with your guitar... Me..." She sighed a little bit. "This is frustrating... Watching my own brother live out my dream. I know it's your dream, but it's mine too, and Daddy just can't accept that... I wish he could... You're so lucky your a boy..."
Kellin was speechless.
"Imy... I'm so sorry." He said comfortingly.
She just shook her head in response.
"It isn't you Kellin. Everyday you get stronger and stronger, more talented. I don't change, my abilities stay the same, they might even be getting worse. Soon you'll be stronger than me, and I'll fail..." She cried.
Kellin wasn't going to stand for this negativity! It was wrong, his sister was amazing and he knew she was, so why didn't she.
"No Imogen, one day, in the far future, you and me will battle to be the best guitar players in the world, whatever Daddy says, I know you can do it. If I beat you, it will be because I worked hard and not because you never improved!" He yelled at her. "Work hard Imogen."
He said the last part softer, before cuddling into her. She buried her head in his fur and cried. This moment seemed to last a lifetime for Kellin, and he wished, in future that it could have lasted forever, and this one moment was one he could never forget. No amount of years and wear would ever remove this bittersweet memory from his brain. They stayed out there until the sky darkened up, and their father arrived home. He sent them to bed. Soon, Imogen crept into Kellin's room, carrying her guitar, still attached to her old blue strap she had always had. The two of them sat and talked, just talked, until around midnight, when Imogen said to Kellin the final words that the two would ever exchange.
"I'm going to go outside for a bit, cool my head, okay Kellin? Play some tunes, wanna come?" She asked.
"Sure Imogen, wait for me outside, I will just get my guitar." He replied.
She left the room, bouncing happily.
"I love you Kellin, so much." She told him happily, before she shut the door.
Kellin put his foot in the door to stop it closing.
"I love you too Imogen." He replied.
He began searching for his guitar, but he never got that far. He heard the door close, a sudden crash, and an almighty scream.
Kellin knew instantly that it was his sister. He knew her scream anywhere and could easily tell her voice. He instantly, caring about nothing other than his sisters fragile life, pulled open his door and ran to the front door, yanking it open. He looked down upon the staircase just outside their apartment and the sight that would haunt Kellin for the rest of his life met his eyes.

A single smashed guitar, and a broken body.

That was all, and it pulled Kellin apart.
"IMOGEN!" He screamed at the top of his lungs, and ran down the stairs. "NO! This can't be happening!"
He picked her up and lay her on his lap. She was as still as a rock, not moving, not breathing, nothing, just a shell, of what was once there. A shell of the amazing and wonderful girl that once lived inside her.
"Imogen, please! It can't end like this! We're going to be stars! We will be the best guitar players, just me and you, together forever. Please, just breathe, I can't go on with out you..." He wept, his eyes streaming with tears. "Come on you stupid stubborn girl! Wake up, please! Don't leave me, not now, not li-"
Kellin broke down, the only sounds leaving his lips, wails and screams. His sister, his rival, his partner in music, his best friend. She couldn't be gone. She just couldn't be.
The next few hours were a blur, Jonathan ran down the stairs, and clung onto his son and daughter, crying with Kellin. Screaming, stroking her hair.
The ambulance arrived and took her to the hospital, and all this time, Kellin refused to let go of her, he wouldn't let himself believe that she was dead. He couldn't! He couldn't abandon the hope that in a weeks time, they would all be together again, playing guitar, laughing. Kellin would never be mad for being beaten again. He would trade anything for his sisters life, anything, for her to see one more sunrise. But that was not to be.

All that remained was a single smashed guitar, and a broken skull.

Her cranium was smashed and the internal bleeding had killed her almost instantly. Kellin only heard a few words that were said to his father.
"...almost instantly..."
"...felt no pain..."
"...nothing we can do..."
"...gone..."
Gone
Gone
Gone
She was gone. He couldn't save her. If only he had made her wait, if only he had stopped her, they would be outside, smiling and laughing.

The only thing salvaged was a single smashed guitar, and a broken family.

A family that, Kellin knew, would have near to no chance of reparation. It was broken, it's middle piece, stuck out, gone forever, leaving behind a lifetime of scars, that would keep Kellin at his dream forever. His dream, it wasn't complete without Imogen. His hopes, love, dreams, they meant nothing anymore.

All Kellin had left of her was a single smashed guitar, and a broken dream.

But that wouldn't mean that he would give up on his dream, no. It only made him more determined than ever, to achieve it, so that somewhere in heaven, Imogen would watch him, and be proud of him. Jonathan dragged Kellin from his sister and called their neighbour to take him home and give him some chocolate and comfort. He was picked up by a kind lady they knew, called Miss Merryweather. She was a baker, and Kellin and Imogen used to love all of her things. His eyes welled up again and the woman hugged him tight, not saying a word. They arrived in the hall, and Kellin just stared.

There was single smashed guitar, and a broken off strap.

Her strap. On a whim, Kellin took it. He would attach it to his guitar later, he decided.
Miss Merryweather took him inside and went into the kitchen to get him some things. Kellin laid the strap on the floor, and just cried, he just simply cried. There was nothing more he could do but cry.
"Imogen..." He whispered

...Eleven...
"Hey Imy, yeah it's me again. I'm here again. I came yesterday too. And the day before that. Yeah. I just." He broke down. "I miss you, okay. I miss you loads. Dad's not doing too great. He cares for me but... it's like he's on autopilot... He doesn't feel or think, unless he's waking up screaming again from nightmares, or it's me screaming. We miss you Imy, it's just... Hard. The cold september winds have settled in again. Dad doesn't realise it but it's been a year today. A year today that we lost you. He remembered your birthday. He framed your first guitar on that day, and your first ballet shoes, together. Then we just cried, we cried a lot. Imy... What happened that night, how did you fall? Did you trip, or did someone push you. Did you drop your guitar? I don't know... All I know is that you should be here. I know I say this every time I'm here, but your service was beautiful, they laid white lillies in your hands, I bet they're still there. Wilted, but still there. I laid some too, on your grave. I've brought some more today. They were expensive, but your old ones were wilting. I had to bring you new ones. The band are on hold, until he gets over your death, so we aren't raking in much money right now, nothing is the same anymore. My guitar is my life. Without it... I'm challenging people all over, for you. I'm doing this all for you. I'm going to work twice as hard, one for me, one for you. One day, when I join you in that big concert arena in the sky Imogen, we will play together once more, I will teach you everything I have learnt and we will have that challenge we promised a year ago. You deserve to win that, you were always better than me, always. I was jealous of your skill, I wish now that I had spent more time with you."
Kellin sighed to himself, and curled into a ball, tears dripping from his eyes.
"I sometimes wake up, and expect to see your face, giving me some odd look around the door, saying that I fell asleep in the ambulance and that they saved your life, that this never happened. The incident... That, I could never pretend that never happened, that was so real. But... I just wish, I could see that beautiful face of yours break into that cunning smile again, be obnoxious, and challenge me to a guitar battle, before pummeling me to pieces in it. You should bring home your friends, who should sit on my back and ride, while your father laughs and chuckles, I would give anything to see you again, for that haunted look to leave our father's face. It's like you've left behind a ghost, and that ghost is just living around our father. It's sad, and it hurts, that my own father is so affected by your loss. Not that I'm not. I have something to play for you today Imogen, I finally perfected that riff you always dreamed of learning. It took me such a long time, but I've done it. Ready?"
He stood up, pulling his guitar out and playing this complicated but beautiful riff. He closed his eyes, tears falling from his eyes frequently.
"Imy I love you so much, still. I wish you were here. You should be here, it's just not fair..."
With that, Kellin stood up and stretched, swinging his guitar over his back, Imogen's strap still in excellent condition.
"Yeah, I took your guitar strap... It wasn't destroyed so I just thought I would take to to remind me of you."
He smiled weakly and began walking away.
"I'm home Daddy." He called, expecting no answer.
"Hey son." Jonathan sid, emerging from the kitched and hugging his son. "I made pizza today, would you like some for dinner?"
"Yes please." Kellin replied happily.
The pizzas were ham and pineapple, Imogen's favourite flavour, heck, he didn't even think his father liked it.
"How was Imy today?"
"Yeah... I played her that riff and I talked to her for a bit."
"I bet she loved that. I bet she's up in heaven now, wishing she was down with us, hm?"
"Of course."
They ate in silence, until Jonathan stood up.
"It's been a year today..." He cried, tears flowing.
Kellin jut nodded and hugged his father.
"Come and sleep in my bed, I don't want to lose you..." Jonathan weeped.
"Of course Daddy..." Kellin replied.

...Twelve...
Kellin woke up with a groan, a sad groan more than anything else, because that day, it would have been Imogen's fourteenth birthday. She would have already woken him up, by jumping on him, and the two of them would creep to their father's room and jump on him to wake him up, before all laughing together. But instead, Kellin, his father and close friends were to attend a special service that Jonathan had organized to celebrare her fourteenth. There would be a lot of tears, photos, sentimental gifts. Kellin just wished he could be ill the whole day and just miss the pain and heartbreak that he knew were sure to come. It had been close to two years since she had passed, and things were still the same. It was frustrating almost, that his father was still so damaged, terrifying almost, that he couldn't let it go, even after a full two years. She just meant so much, and it was so sudden. Kellin felt like crying, as long as his father was this way, how could Kellin himself get better, he couldn't see a way to heal these wounds, if the person he looked up to couldn't do the same.
Kellin dragged himself out of bed and put on the large suit jacket he had gotten for the occasion. His father was already up, and looked even more distant than usual, he was all ready. They ate breakfast in silence, only pausing to drink or grab something, and then they left. Jonathan was still completely silent, he hadn't said a word since Kellin had woken up. They stopped at the flower shop, Kellin grabbed his lillies and Jonathan grabbed a box, Kellin tried to ask him what was in it, but he just shook his head a few times, not saying a single word. Kellin just shrugged a little bit, sighing, fumbling with the lillies in his claws. They sat in the car, Kellin leant against the door and looked up at the sky. There were plenty of clouds in the sky, with only the smallest shades of blue in places. He looked back down to the lillies and shook his head. It wasn't fair. Even after this long, the scars his sister had left were still evident to him. It made no sense at all, why was she taken from him in such a crude manner, why... She was so special, why did she have to leave them that way...
The service its self was held in some hall, near the church where her funeral had been. There were many tears shed, photos shared. Things were given to Kellin, to remind him of her, making him tear up multiple times. This was all too much for a twelve year old to handle. They were all talking about her, just talking, about things Kellin didn't even know what they were talking about. Most of them didn't see Kellin as a relative, and so he ended up sitting in the corner, crying silently, looking at pictures of him and Imogen when they were small. There were all sorts of things, and every single one brought tears to Kellin's intense amber eyes.
After it had finished, Jonathan took him and Kellin out for lunch, still not saying much. If he didn't have to talk, he wouldn't, he would stay totally silent. It puzzled Kellin, his father was never like this, never completely silent. He could be distant sometimes, but now, every second, he looked like he was about to burst into tears.
He stayed that way all evening, until Kellin was just about to go to bed.
"Hey Kellin, come with me, to the balcony." He mumbled, picking up that box from the flower shop that, surprisingly, still hadn't been opened.
The two of them went out to the balcony. It was a very windy day, the wind blowing leaves and foliage around the streets. They sat down, on one of the chairs, and then moved them closer to the bars.
"Hey Kellin, I understand that, well, over the last two years, I have been more of a father to Imogen that you, I have been moping around, only doing things that reminded me of her. Well... Today, I intend to change that... I've gotten a job." He mumbled.
"Wow, really? What?" He replied softly.
"Yeah, as a music teacher in the local school, and I persuaded the headmaster to let you go, to some classes at least." He told him.
Kellin grinned, if there was one thing that he wanted, it was a proper school, with proper friends. He grinned widely and nodded.
"That is so cool, thank you Daddy!" He exclaimed, hugging him tightly.
Jonathan returned the hug, before opening the box. In there, were two flowers. Kellin wasn't sure what type, but they were beautiful.
"We're going to let them fly into the wind, and let all our sorrows about Imogen fly away. Start over, become a new family." Jonathan told him.
Kellin just nodded slowly, taking one into his hands. Jonathan took the other one and slowly, they let them fly off into the wind.
"I love you Kellin."
"I love you too Dad"
A new life had begun.

...Thirteen...
"Wow! Kellin, dude, that was so awesome! How can you do that, it's like you're a professional!" A boy named Issac Fitz exclaimed, as Kellin finished playing his latest riff.
"Yeah, you're so good Kellin!" Cut in a girl named Elesa Michaels.
"Well, it is my dream to be the greatest guitar player." He replied proudly.
"Yeah you are gonna get there!" Said a third voice, a British boy, called Charles Davidson, his family had moved to America that year.
Four children, two boys and two girls, as well as Kellin of course, sat on the sofa in Kellin's front room. The four of them were Kellin's best friends, Issac Fitz was a genius, he was top of the class in anything academic, but bottom in any creative arts as well as anything physical. Despite this, he loved surfing, and was actually quite good at it, he said it ran in the family. Elesa Michaels was a dancer, she had done ballet since she was three years old and her dream was to become a professional ballet dancer one day. She also did modern, jazz and tap but not as enthusiastically. Charles Davidson was pretty average, except he was very good at selling things to people, he had a lot of charisma, and he was amazing at playing the piano. The fourth was a girl called Amy Smith. A pretty average name, she didn't talk much, she was very shy, but when she sung, everybody stopped to listen. She had the most beautiful voice Kellin had ever heard. She didn't have a dream, properly anyway, she wasn't very ambitious, too shy, she just sang for a hobby. Kellin thought that she could easily get there though, if she tried. He loved it when he would play a song that she knew, and she would sing along happily. Those four were Kellin's best friends because of the sheer variety of talents and personalities, and they all got on brilliantly. However, they didn't know about Imogen. They hadn't struck that nerve yet, they didn't know, but today, that was about to change. It was the first sleepover between the friends at Kellin's house and Kellin hadn't thought that the pictures of his sister that he kept in his room would actually matter too much, he was completely wrong.
The friends ate dinner together, laughing and giggling about some teacher who was a total idiot, with a strange accent and weird swirly glasses. Jonathan twirled around the kitched, a chefs hat and a pink apron on, presenting them with all sorts of home baked goods. He had really honed his cooking skills over the last year, and it made all Kellin's friends practically drool over his food.
"This is great Mr Heaps!" Issac exclaimed, with a mouth full of pastry.
Jonathan laughed a little.
"Issac please, call me Jonathan, when we aren't in school!" He chuckled to Issac, making all the friends laugh a little bit.
"So Jonathan, how did you find and adopt Kellin?" Asked Amy quietly, shocking everyone with her relatively long sentence.
"He was dumped on my doorstep in a cardboard box, with nothing but a date of birth and a rosary." Jonathan explained.
"Wow!" They all gasped in awe, making Kellin blush a little in embarrassment.
"Dad don't tell them that..." He mumbled.
"Sorry Kellin, but your friend did ask." He laughed.
The difference in Jonathan had been incredible over that last year, he had just become so much happier, as if Imogen had never existed, though Kellin knew the pain was still there, he had gotten over it.
That evening, they were sitting in Kellin's room, eating waffles, when Amy noticed the pictures in Kellin's photo frames of him and Imogen.
"Hey Kellin... Who's that girl?" She asked.
Kellin picked one of the more recent ones and sighed, sitting on the floor. He felt the all too familiar ache in his heart whenever he thought about her.
"That was my sister... Her name was Imogen." He said emotionally, a bitter sweet smile on his face, tears in his eyes.
"Was?" Issac asked quietly.
Kellin replied with a sincere nod, tears dripping from his eyes.
"Yeah... She was two when Jonathan found me, and she was even better at guitar than I was... She was incredible, but he never let her pursue her dream as much as me. I never did beat her, not once. She had just beaten me, and she was crying. I comforted her and we talked for ages. Then she decided that she would go out front of the block to think and play a bit. She fell down those stairs..." Kellin cried, truly breaking down at the end, crying to himself.
His friends looked at him in shock, to them, Kellin was the image of strength, and to see him cry like this wasn't right in their opinions, that it still tore him up.
"I was only ten..." He wailed. "I discovered her body first... I saw it all broken..."
Suddenly he felt four pairs of arms close around him in a hug, he truly loved his friends.

My gallery · by **garnet.** » Wed Aug 07, 2013 6:27 am

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...Fourteen...
"Are you sure you want to do this Amy?" Kellin asked his friend, who was currently sitting on the side of the stage shaking.
This deserves an explanation. At their school, it was currently talent show day, and Kellin had been trying to persuade Amy to enter that entire year. With a voice like hers, she was bound to win! I mean, she could literally sing anything! Eventually, she had been persuaded, on one condition. That she perform, with Kellin, a song that he himself had written.
Up until this point, Kellin had written riffs, not songs before, so he had quite a job writing one, but he did it, however, it was using pretty much the muse that he had was the one thing he should never have written about, Imogen. Nevertheless, he did it anyway, pouring all his sorrows into the lyrics and music. He found that somehow, it managed to come strangely easily to him, the lyrics pouring out of him like a river. He gave the song to Amy, and he played it, singing {badly}. He felt really, really bad when she started crying.
"What's it called?" She had asked.
"It's hard to say goodbye." He told her.
"It's about her, isn't it, your sister."
Kellin just replied with a slight nod, and with that, they had begun practising.
It took Amy a week just to learn to sing it without bursting into tears, knowing that somewhere, her friend was still so hurt inside, even after three years. It was very hard for her to come to terms with the pain that he had gone through, she couldn't imagine anything like it. Eventually, she got the hang of singing it. It still felt wrong for her to be singing it like that, when it was Kellin's song. It made her mad and sad at the same time, but she used the emotions she felt to channel this into the song, but her heart wasn't in it. Not until, that is, the two of them found out that there was another songwriter in the competition, another guitar player, but acoustic, and he was singing it himself. She wouldn't have been massively fussed about winning, if it wasn't that she could tell that Kellin had poured his heart, his soul, his pure essence into writing that song. While it may not matter so much to him if they won or not, it mattered to Amy that her friend got the true recognition that he deserved for writing such an emotional song, a song that was clearly, and purely from his heart. She could see how much this song meant to him, and she had to do it justice.
However, Amy, being Amy, a few acts before hers, what she was about to do finally set into her system and she had gotten about as nervous as possible, for a girl of fourteen. All that she wanted was to make Kellin proud, but her nerves just got in the way. Despite this she still insisted on doing it, replying to Kellin's question with a small nod.
"I have to do this for you Kellin... You deserve it..." Amy mumbled, standing up and brushing her shakes off. "Let's get out there, and show them that we mean business!"
Kellin smiled hugely in return and stood up, stretching, suddenly, a big booming voice echoed.
"Next up we have.... Kellin Heaps and Amy Smith, singing an original song, written by Kellin himself. I hear it's quite the emotional piece! Give it up for... Kellin and Amy!"
The two of them walked on, Kellin plugged in his guitar and prepared himself to play. He looked at Amy briefly, who was holding the microphone, still shaking a little bit. He nodded and mouthed.
"One, two, three, four."
Then he began to play.
Amy sang the song absolutely perfectly, she didn't miss a single lyric once, she hit every single note, and the emotion with which she sang the song made Kellin want to cry, she expressed perfectly, the emotion that he wished to portray in the song, and he actually found himself trying very hard not to cry. She got to the last chorus, and Kellin slowed and quieted his strums, just to listen to her sing the final chorus.
"Wishing you were here,
Watching life pass by,
What happened to you dear,
It's hard to say goodbye..."
She then finally let a few tears roll down her cheeks, as her and Kellin both received the biggest applause that the two of them had ever heard in their lives. Amy smiled, as the two of them bowed together.
The host came on, with a tissue, wiping his eyes, and taking the microphone off of Amy.
"Wow guys, that was amazing... Kellin, may I ask, what, or who, was the inspiration for this amazing and beautiful song? I'm guessing there are lots of teary eyes out there in the audience." He asked, passing the microphone to Kellin
Kellin seemed to think for a moment, before he decided to answer the question.
"My sister, her name was Imogen. She died, when I was ten years old." He mumbled, looking down a little.
The entire hall went silent, nobody had expected an answer like that, suddenly, started by his friends, the entire hall burst into the largest applause that Kellin had ever heard, his ears hurt. All the people he could see were wiping their eyes and screaming wildly.
They went offstage and were congratulated by everybody they came across, and Kellin was hugged tight, and comforted, people apologizing. He was crying freely now. Amy put her arm around him and the two of them sat down together, until it was time to announce the winning act. All of the acts were sitting backstage and Kellin and Amy felt eyes upon them. She knew that they all thought that they would win, every single one of them. They weren't jealous eyes though, they were respecting eyes, puffed up from crying eyes and eyes full of hurt for Kellin.
"Wasn't the show wonderful ladies and gentlemen? Eh?" The host began
"YES!" Yelled the crowd
"Now... To announce the winner of todays show!"
He opened up a gold envelope and smiled knowingly.
"I don't think anyone will be surprised at the winners of tonight. The pure emotion put through even made the judges cry! Everybody, give it up for Kellin and Amy!"
"You go, you deserve it." Kellin told Amy.
She just shook her head and dragged him onstage.
"It was your song, not my singing."
Kellin realised, she was right.

...Fifteen...
"Kellin stop! You're stressing me out just watching you!" Jonathan chuckled, chasing his son around the house.
"Yeah but I need to get ready for tomorrow Dad! It's the biggest day of my life!" He replied, not slowing down, leaping around the house, packing all sorts of things."
It was the night before Kellin's sixteenth birthday and he was going to move into their old flat, on his own the very next day, because his father was going on tour with his band for the next year, and was unsure of what to do with Kellin. Kellin insisted that he move to their old, smaller flat, they had only rented it, not sold it.
He laughed, packing all of his guitar bits into his case for them. All his friends thought it was so cool that he was moving out on his sixteenth birthday, but there was no WAY he was going to tell them that it was their old flat, it would seem so dumb, in fact he wouldn't tell anyone, save him the trouble. He chuckled at this though, flicking his mane of hair back. He then packed all of his various things into his suitcase.
"Kellin stop for just a minute! Please!" His father begged him, still laughing.
Kellin looked up from his mess of things and turned to his Father what.
"What is it Dad?" He asked.
He was pulled into a massive hug.
"My little boy is all grown up..." He mumbled, crying silent tears into Kellin's thick fur.
"Dad..."
"It's true! I still remember the day when your box was dumped on my doorstep, I felt bad for you, but never one have I regretted my decision to take you in off the street. No once, you have made my life so bright, you are the best son I could have hoped for. I can't believe I have to leave you behind... You could still come with me?" He asked.
Kellin felt the familiar pull toward his dream, he could probably meet some amazing guitar players along the way, play them, defeat them maybe? But no, he couldn't, not yet.
"No Dad, I couldn't, I have a life to build myself now, and I can't stop now." He told his Dad firmly, before pulling away.
Seeing the tears that streaked down his Dad's face made his own eyes tear up a little and he pulled Jonathan back into a tight hug.
"I love you Dad, and nothing will ever change that. I'm going to miss you so much... If you ever want to pay me a visit, you know where I am."
"I love you too Kellin and believe me, I will!"
The two of them both laughed at this, before letting go of each other.
Jonathan looked at the clock.
"We have an hour before I need to start getting ready, and guess who made pizza?" He said before grinning.
"What type?"
"Any, we can decorate them ourselves!" Jonathan told him.
The two of them tomatoed the bases, and put various toppings on. Kellin giggled, he felt so much like a kid again, it was amazing for him, to relive these amazing things, the night before he was moving out on his own. Kellin covered his whole base in pineapple and different cheeses. His father had everything they had their, literally everything!
They then played lots of childish games together, and packed Jonathan's things together, before Jonathan looked at the clock again.
"I have to go Kellin."
"I'll miss you..."
"I know, me too."
They hugged for a final time, and then Jonathan just left, waving.

...Sixteen...
Well this was it... A new life was about to begin.

Fin~

Imogen... A Story for my JBD 515 entry.

Imogen... A Story for my JBD 515 entry.

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