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Started April 08, 2019 by Deleted user

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Stella listened to see if she could hear Dirk anywhere, she couldn't. "I got to go get him." She said and walked back outside to where he was. He was on the ground, quiet. "Dirk…?" She said softly coming closer to him.

He didn't respond. He just sat there, staring at his hands.

Stella looked at her white socks but finally rolled her eyes and got on her knees behind Dirk. It took her a minute but she gently wrapped her arms around him.

She could feel his shoulders stiffen under her arms for a moment, but he didn't pull away.
"What's the scariest thing you've ever seen?" he asked, his voice quivering lightly.

Stella frowned, she didn't know, "I don't know…"

He chuckled bitterly. "For the longest time I thought it was Twister. That Disney movie about the storm chasers trying to get data on a tornado with some crazy invention the main character cooked up? It still spooks me to this day."

"Never heard of it…" Stella murmured, leaning her head against his back.

He continued on like he didn't even hear her. "But now….?" His breathing became erratic and off-rhythm. "I had my little sister in my arms, the first responders told me. Said I wouldn't let anyone near her. All I remember was touching the back of her head, and pulling away with a hand…" he began sniffing. "A-a hand covered in blood. I tr-tried to wake her u-up, but she wouldn't. A-and I kept telling myself, 'No, she's just tired. It's around her naptime, so she's just sleeping. She'll be fine.'" He shook his head aggressively, shutting his eyes tight. "She wasn't f-fine. She died in my arms, my hands. Hands coated with her blood."

Stella hugged him tighter, not sure what else to do, "Dirk…"

"They d-didn't even let me see my parents," he mumbled. "I was thrown out of an open window into a ditch before the car started rolling. All I could see was the blood on the w-windshield." He began shaking his head again, letting out a small whimper.

"Oh, Dirk…" Stella said turning him around to face her her, "No…no…"

A couple of tears reflected in the moonlight as he whimpered again, choking back a sob.

Stella hugged him close to her, trying to wipe away his tears. "No, no, no…calm down…"

He buried his face into her shoulder, trying his best to get a hold of himself and failing horribly at it.

Stella sat there quietly, her arms wrapped around him.as he cried into her shoulder, "Do you want to go inside?" She whispered, stroking his hair gently.

He shook his head. Everything out here was quiet and peaceful, and he really didn't want to move.

"Okay…" Stella's voice was soft and gentle, unlike how it had been earlier when they were inside.

He managed to keep most of the tears at bay, but still looked right on the edge of a breakdown as he pulled away from her.

Stella leaned back and looked at him concerned, "Are you okay?" She asked quietly.

He rubbed the top of his head and sighed. "No. I'm not."

"Would you like to go back by the lake?" She asked leaning towards him, she tried for a smile, "We'll have to swim sometime…"

"I didn't pack swim trunks," he mumbled, wiping his eyes free of tears.

"We'll find you some I promise. My mom always has random extra stuff. We can go look now if you want?". Stella stood up then held out her hand to help him up.

He took the hand, pulling himself to his feet. "Thanks. I appreciate it."

"Mhm." Stella didn't let go of his hand, it was warm and the feeling was nice, as she lead him back to the house and started digging in a closet.

"And who's closet would this be?" he asked, tilting his head.

She looked her head out, "Random junk closet. Ah here we are." She pulled out a pile of swim trunks, "Take your puck I'm going up to change."

He gave her a smile before taking his hand back to sort through the swim trunks.

She smiled back and went upstairs to change. She changed into a light blue bikini, that outlined her thin body. She put a t-shirt on over it as a cover-up until they got to the lake, she walked back down the stairs in her bikini and t-shirt, no shoes.

Dirk stood there at the door, a pair of black swim trunks on and nothing else. There was a fresh, still-festering scar that went from the base of his neck all the way down to his belly button, but he pretended not to notice it.