I combed through my hair, quickly and tied it back. I ran down stairs, quickly making breakfast for everyone.

" Morning, Cassandra."

" How are you feeling, Carter?" I asked, without looking up at him. He exhaled slowly.

" A little sad. I havent been able to track dad."

" I don't know, maybe He doesn't want to be tracked.

" But I'm worried." Carter confessed. He leaned against the counter. " He's been gone for a good month and a half." He sighed.

" Dad... He'll come back at some point." I reasoned. I plated the food, and called my family downstairs.
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" How are you dealing with what happened to Jason?"

He paused, stretching his lips into a very thin line. " I loved him the best way I could. And he knew that. I wish it hadn't happened... I get lonely easily... And depressed. He isn't here to comfort me. I feel like part of me is... Just gone." He whispered, downing a shot of vodka. He grimaced and set his glass down. I sat on his chair, just chatting.

" I don't want you to be alone, and not like this, Carter. Soon you're going to need to move on." He looked at me with glowing blue eyes showing me he was angry. His eyes dulled and he almost sobbed.

" I can't right now." He whispered. He hung his head, to keep me from seeing his tears. I gave him a tissue and yawned.

" Maybe you could ask mom-"

" I would never." He growled. I nodded, understandingly. He got up and walked to his closet. He opened it, searching for something to wear, as I did forget to mention my brother was in pajama pants and very shirtless.

" I like that dark gray shirt and that green and black plaid." His rough mood dulled and he smiled. He took my suggestions and nodded. He slipped on his jeans and his sneakers and ran his hands through his hair.

" What do you think I should do?" He whispered.

" I think you should grieve him and move on."

He was silent, for a minute. He stood, facing the mirror.

' You're right. But..." His breathing hitched and got too tight.

" Missing him is hard." He finished simply. I saw the gentle tears run down his cheeks. He tried to wipe them away, but they came harder. He turned from the mirror and sat near the edge of his bed. He sat there and cried into his knees. My heart was breaking, for my twin brother. I sat next to him, my head lying against his own.

" Go talk to mom, Carter, you-"

" Do you honestly think she could even begin to understand how I feel?" I stayed silent, not even really knowing.

" You aren't even sure. Just... I need time. I need time." He cried. I nodded. I knealed next to him, kissing his face gently and getting up to leave.

" I really hope you'll be okay." I whispered.

The world was a bit dirty, realistically. I walked a good 12 miles down the street and had probably ended up in another state. I was great, but I felt discomfort, every now and than. I continued forward. I munched on a granola bar, I picked up casually before I left. I at this point, was simply wandering wherever looked interesting. Afterall, there wasn't a lot fairly interesting about coexisting in the human world when we sure as hell avoid any humans at all costs to begin with. I came to a halt. I had entered woodland, barely noticing. I walked along the narrowing path. I stopped thinking right, constantly letting my mind go blank, or letting my vision simply blur in all the colors.

I finally stopped walking, stopping in front of a cute home.

It wasn't big, but someone who lived a simple life would make this their permanent sanctuary. I started feeling much more uncomfortable, just standing in front of that house. I stalked around it for a while, assessing what could potentially be rubbing me the wrong way about this house. I quickly ran into the darker woods and named myself a wraith. I was quite invisible, but more irritable, this way. I spied and was able to go straight through the front door. I looked around, at the house that may not of only housed people, but plants as well. Small potted cacti, succulents and flowers grew around the house. It made me less on edge, strangely. I made my way around, the home being kind of vacant. Minus all the plants, of course.

" Violet baby, come here." A man almost moaned. I thought to leave quickly, but halted. I knew that voice.

" What?" A sweet voice chuckled. I moved in. I wanted to be sure.

" I want a kiss." He mumbled, almost immaturely. I almost cried, screamed. I honestly didn't know how to react. My father rest his hands on the thin waist of a woman, with white blonde hair and pale skin.

I couldn't move. I didnt know whether to feel happy my father moved on or to be angry at him for not saying this is why he isn't home any more.

She sat on his lap and kissed his lips. I watched, devastated. His eyes opened, looking dead into my eyes. I saw subtle anger reflect back at me. I backed up, and away.

" Baby, give me one second." I heard him whisper.

Maybe... It was because I was still a wraith. He followed me down stairs and around his home. I ran into a bathroom and locked the door. He easily walked straight through the door and looked straight at me. I gently removed my name wraith. His face dropped in shock. I shook, my breath heavy and quivering.

" Why...?" I whispered, sobbing.

" Now is not the time." He whispered sadly.

" Why couldn't you-"

" I said... Its not time." He disappeared.