The Last ThingMature

I just woke up one day, and everything felt different.
But everything is still the same.
It's just me.
It's not a question of 'Who Am I'
It's 'WHAT Am I'

The second last thing I remember was walking across the old wooden bridge to get home from school. My brother Theoden stood next to me, his skilful hands moulding a piece of clay into something beautiful. I was 13. He was 16. The very last thing I remember was reaching out to my brother. He dropped the clay and caught me. I looked up at the sky, its perfect dome encasing all human and animal life. The sun beat down on me and I couldn’t breathe. Theoden started yelling. I could see his face and I could see tears welling up in his eyes. I reached my hand up to his face. Then; everything went dark.

Theoden James Wright was named after the king of Rohan in The Lord of the Rings. I was named Ezrai Elowen Wright. Nothing special. Well, not really. Theoden was the star of the family; the talented child. He used to be my best friend. Then he entered the midst of teenagedom. He changed too much within a few months; started liking screamo music, wearing black and cutting himself off from his family. Mum said it was all just a phase. Dad said nothing. But my thirteen year old self could comprehend that Dad missed the old Theoden who longed to play catch and cricket with him all hours of the day.

I didn’t blame Dad; I missed the old Theoden too.

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