Jonathan Brandis Last Words Novels & Stories

She had been so quiet that I was afraid Preston would walk all over her. “Shh,” Preston cautions. “Not so loud…. But yes.” I stand a little closer to Johnathan who won’t take his eyes off his dying brother. Even as Eli finally collapses to his knees, and thin rivulets of blood run from his nose and ears, Johnathan doesn’t look away once. At long last, the Omega falls forward, his chest rattling as he tries to hang on to life. Then he goes still. “Clean this up,” Johnathan orders. “Make sure no one sees you.”

She lay beside Rain, contemplating what Brandon had said. "Did Jonathan really try to commit suicide?" Meanwhile, somewhere in the night, Jonathan was crying his heart out. Why did they betray him? Why, out of all people, them? What did he and Trisha ever do then? His phone rang. He didn't want to, but he picked up the unknown call. "Hello" "Hello" "Is this Mr. Wisdom speaking?" A very familiar voice spoke up. "Yes. May I know to whom I am speaking?" "It's me, Zee. Trisha frie-"

"I'll be home; don't forget." These were Jonathan's last words before the Hayes family left. The car Jonathan and his family were in was already driving down the highway. Bryan decided to walk to his private room. Feeling that it was his personal space, Bryan entered without knocking. Bryan was surprised to find his personal driver sitting on the sofa with a sad look on his face. Even Asher's delicate eyelashes were wet with tears. "Ah, you're back, Boss," Asher said, wiping the tears away quickly.

Jonathan caught himself before he fell, and Jake cought his leg and hung onto him. Jonathan clutched the slippery edge as tight as he could, his grip was slowly giving out and the weight of Jake wasn't helping. Jonathan's grip gave out and he fell, the wind blew past him and suddenly everything faded to black. He could hear a familiar voice scream before he blacked out. Jonathan could only think of that one special person, images of her and her voice echoed in his mind. Marley Brown was her name and one person He'd always think of and cherish forever, even as his vision faded and mind slowly drifted away and sirens got louder and louder.

I hesitated, but curiosity pulled me forward. As we walked, he gestured toward the tombstones, speaking names I didn’t recognize. “Johnathan Marks. He was one of the first men to stand against the mayor when he tried to sell the town’s land to developers. Disappeared one night. Turned up weeks later, throat slit, floating in the river.”

"Are you okay? You don't look like the boy I met in the forest! What's with the long face?" He still didn't say a word. Krulisa was trying not to get exasperated by his ignorance. "Jonathan, you okay?" Mark nudged him with his shoulders. Finally Jonathan looked up and spoke. "Our parents are dead." He said in a slow tone. Krulisa eyed Borham and he began his acting. "Oh Lord. That's really upsetting. I am sorry for what happened!" He signed Krulisa to join him. "Exactly. My deepest condolences. What exactly happened?"

He hesitated, then spoke with a blunt finality that cut sharper than any scalpel: “Mr. Colombo… Miss Smith passed away yesterday. We tried to reach you all day. In her final moments, it was her friend Nina who stayed by her side. Her body is in the morgue now.” The hallway went silent. Susan’s fingers tightened around his arm, nails carving crescent moons into his skin. He didn’t notice. His world had already split apart. And I, unseen at his side, watched the blood drain from his face—watched the truth strike him like a bullet to the heart. But it was far, far too late.

I remember getting sick and waking up to find you sitting beside my bed, staying up all night to tell me stories until I fell asleep again. 'I remember you promising that you would protect me for the rest of your life. Back then, I truly believed we would always have each other. Too bad nothing in this world lasts forever. Still, thank you for teaching me that. 'When I die, don't bring my ashes back to the Bennett family. Just bury me somewhere quiet, somewhere no one knows my name. In this life, I have loved, and I have hated. That's enough for me—Landon Bennett.' Sherry stared at the final lines. Her vision blurred with tears.

Eli tried to throw himself forward to shield me, but Mom held him back with a firm grip, saying, "He needs to learn his lesson! He needs to understand what things he can and cannot say!" I overheard Mom and Dad talking in the kitchen the following day after the incident. Mom said through her tears, "He only has nine years left…" "I know," Dad said hoarsely." "J-Just nine years left…" It was only then that I understood that Eli was really going to die. It turned out that the numbers hovering above his head, unseen by anyone else, were the countdown to his lifespan. In the living room, Mom's and Dad's eyes were bloodshot as they carefully escorted Eli back to his bedroom.

Until it encompasses the sky with it's round body. As the fire slowly died out, the chilly air broke through the warmth that blanketed us. Linus was knocked out from the alcohol, and Nathan helped him back to his tent. After cleaning up with Kaitlin and Alex, we went back to our own tents to retire for the night. As I laid down and exhaustion rolled over my body, my eyes blurry from sleep watched in a daze as shadows played across my tent. My last thought that it vaguely resembled a human's figure was brushed off as a figment of my imagination and I fell into a deep sleep.