Started When We Were Younger Novels & Stories

“Yeah. I’d love to hear.” He looks out at the water, his voice softening. “It all started when we were six…”

Looking at my sister now, dancing without a care to the thumping bass, I’m transported back to the first night we ever snuck into a club. We were fifteen years old, and it was our second summer living in the streets rather than suffering at the orphanage. We couldn’t survive the elements in the fall and winter, so we always ended up going back – but these summers were quickly becoming our escape from all the troubles of the broken system, and this night was our first foray into the world of grown up night life.

New day - new beginning! I began mixing the ingredients, humming a tune, and dancing back and forth. I loved dancing and not to brag, but I was a natural. I used to go clubbing back home with Amanda and my human friends. We were both underage, hanging with kids way older than us. But we got into their good graces, once they realized that we could steal booze and cigarettes without getting caught. I grinned, thinking back on the ‘good old days’.

“Then it’s starting.” And we both knew we didn’t have much time left.

He blinked. “You either,” he said. Heat crept up my neck. We were twelve. We didn’t know about love or heartbreak or how hard life could hit. We only knew the rink. And each other. Emotional trigger. Years later, I would look back at that moment and realize that was when it began. Not with a kiss. Not with a date. With shared fear. With two kids daring to dream out loud. On the last day of camp, they posted the names of the All-Star team.

Because unlike any other relative of the victim here, the five of us are the only ones sitting together, hand in hand. Starting with Charlie, to Joseph, to Kate, to me, to Ben. It felt like old times, when we would stay up late during sleep overs, holding hands and pretending to perform some sorcery ritual or blood pacts. Those were some crazy old times, when we were still young, wild and free, when youth was still freshly ripening in us. When we were full of life and a bright future ahead. None of that remains now, no fresh youth, no bright future. Because the one to start all this is gone, with no way to return.

AHHH when did I become like this? We both decided on cooking up some preheat food which was available in the cupboards for dinner. We eat food chatting with each other. She tells me stories about her childhood. I told her stories about my childhood. While hers included all pretty stuff along with some bad memories mine was full of fights and arguments and bloodshed.

And it was coming for us. The war had just begun, and I wasn’t sure we were ready for what was coming next.

We all dispersed and started looking around. This was going to be a long day!!!!!

RUBY "Can you tell me how the story began?" There was only one person on the show I watched through the tablet. And she didn't say it, meaning that it came from someone else behind the camera. "It began in our childhood. Our families were friends so we could get close." The only person was smiling shyly as if she was a teenager talking about her crush. "We loved to play with each other. Maybe, that made our parents to arrange our futures." It was an acting, of course.