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            She knew she shouldn’t have pressed that bright blue Send button.

            He knew he should have stopped her from pressing that bright blue Send button.

            If it weren’t for her, Killua would still be alive right now. If it weren’t for him, Killua would still be alive right now.

            If only they hadn’t told Killua to kill himself, maybe he would be alive right now.

            His younger siblings had watched his health decline over the past year. He began to go outside less and less. He began to leave his room less and less. He began to yell more and more. He began to shut everyone out more and more. They’ve heard him cry through his bedroom door.

           His trademark fluffy white hair, bright blue eyes, and sarcastic personality were the basic puzzle pieces of Killua Zoldyck, the older brother that kept their hopes up and helped them see the good in the world. The one family member who truly had their best interests at heart. The brother that would argue with his parents about the content they posted online, trying to convince them to stop exploiting their kids. They never listened, of course, but Killua fought and fought.

            The older brother that was always seen by Alluka’s side in their family’s vlogs. The older brother that Alluka started a second YouTube channel with, where they got to post fun challenges and videos that made them happy, even though their parents took most of the money they earned. The older brother that was never particularly close with Kalluto, but still cared for him in the same ways he would for his sister. The older brother that helped foster Kalluto’s love for animals and photography; they would often go take photos together at nearby parks or in forests nearby.

            The older brother that was now gone because his younger siblings let him go.

            If they could trade their lives for his, they would.

            If they could go back in time and stop themselves from pressing that bright blue Send button, they would.

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            Neither sibling knew what to do to save their brother. They had no clue what had triggered his sudden decline in mental health. They wanted to save him from whatever he was feeling, from whatever was haunting him, but they didn’t know how.

            The largest argument occurred eight months before Killua’s death. Alluka fought Silva and Kikyo.

             “You don’t understand! He needs help! Killua needs a therapist, a psychiatrist, anything! Your child needs help!” Alluka shouted.

            Kalluto thought he had heard an altercation brewing, but it was escalating quickly. He crept down the hallway silently and quietly opened the door to their father’s office. He only opened it a crack, just to see what was going on.

             “Killua is perfectly fine. He told us himself. I’m sure that him hearing all this yelling is scaring him. And look! Your poor little brother is scared, he’s peering through the crack in the door!” Kikyo countered. Kalluto flinched at the mention of himself.

            Alluka was in tears. Kalluto fully stepped into the room. As much as he hated confrontation, he had been gaining more confidence over the past few months.

             “I agree with Alluka. Killua needs a doctor.” Kikyo was taken aback.

            Silva stood up from his desk chair. “Stay out of this. Alluka, go back to your room and calm yourself down so you can stream on time without looking a mess. Do you understand me?”

            Their father rarely yelled. He usually raised his voice at best. Both children were in shock and quickly left the office. Alluka walked faster. Kalluto followed her into her room. He sat next to her on her bed. Alluka held her younger brother, and he knew that she was pretending he was Killua. He hugged her back while she cried into his shoulder. After several minutes, she quieted down. She put in earbuds and sat down at her vanity, beginning to do her makeup. Kalluto left the room, terrified from how quickly she went from hysterically crying to emotionless.

            He passed Killua’s bedroom on the way to his own. He paused, looking down at the notepad and pen outside his door. Alluka had thought of the idea to slip notes underneath his door a while back since he wouldn’t reply to texts. Kalluto sat down and wrote a “Sorry about the noise. We love you” note and slipped it underneath the door. He pretended not to notice the pile of notes beginning to grow on the other side. Killua hadn’t picked any up in several days.

<<>> 

            Alluka ended her Minecraft stream at the same time her friends ended theirs. She let out a large sigh.

             “Do you guys still want to hang out this weekend?” Neon asked.

             “I’m down,” Gon answered. “Alluka?”

             “Yeah. I think I’m still free for Saturday.”

             “Lulu? Are you okay?” Gon asked.

             “I got in a huge argument with my dad earlier. Didn’t end well.”

             “That sucks.” Neon’s cat jumped on her desk, demanding pets, which made Alluka smile.

             “I agree,” Gon said, trying not to laugh at the cat blocking her camera.

             “Well, I’ve gotta go for dinner soon. You know how my parents are when I’m late to something,” Alluka joked. The other teens smiled.

             “Bye!”

             “See ya!”

            Alluka ended their call and put the PC on sleep mode. She turned off her mic and took off her headphones as she stood up, then pushed in her chair. She quietly walked down the stairs and into the kitchen. Their dog came trotting in from wherever he had been previously and wagged his tail. She smiled at the goldendoodle. She poured his dinner into his food dish and placed it back next to his water bowl. Mike began to eat as she walked away and into the dining room. She took her seat at the table. Kalluto had finished setting the table and was in his seat. Alluka was the last family member at the table, surprisingly. Usually, Milluki was last. Gotoh placed everyone’s dishes in front of them. The fraction of a family began to eat.

            They ate quietly. Mike came and laid by Alluka’s feet at some point.

            Both children were the first to leave the table. They rinsed their dishes and placed them in the dishwasher. Alluka went right back to her room, put in her earbuds, and finished up some schoolwork she hadn’t completed earlier. Shortly after she finished and had started scrolling through Twitter, Kikyo came in her room. She had given up on asking her mother to knock before entering.

             “Alluka. How did the stream go?”

             “Well.”

             “Excellent.” Kikyo grew quiet. Alluka grew anxious. “I don’t want to hear from you again about Killua needing a doctor. He is doing fine in his online school program. Every time your father and I ask, he says he is doing fine. End of discussion. Do you understand?”

             “Yes,” Alluka lied.

             “Good.” Kikyo left the room.

            Alluka often wondered how her life went from a carefree childhood to a living nightmare. They had their little family vlog channel. They blew up unexpectedly. They kept making vlogs, and their parents kept them happy and healthy. They made vlogs for eight years, starting when Kalluto was three and Illumi was fourteen. For six of those years, the kids absolutely loved making content, and once they were famous enough, they loved meeting fans at conventions. Alluka and Killua seemed to enjoy it the most, interacting with fan pages all the time and often reposting art and edits on their Instagram stories. They replied to comments often and loved to film Q&A videos. They begged their parents to let them have their own channel when they were nine and eight. Their sibling channel ended up rivaling the main channel by time they stopped posting three years later, only a few months before the main channel stopped. The two kids had such a cute bond that anyone who watched their channel was automatically in love with the content. They posted challenges of all sorts and sometimes played video games. Alluka missed that so much. However, she missed the time before her parents exploited their kids more.

            Her worst memories included tears. Lots of tears. The last two years the family made content, the kids were tired of it. Their parents forced them to film many videos, especially where they pulled morally grey pranks on the kids, or made them answer uncomfortable questions, and they were just tired of it. Kikyo and Silva took most of the money earned by Alluka and Killua’s channel, too. Even Illumi, who often wanted nothing to do with his brothers and sister, tried to convince them to put the money they earned in a locked account until they were eighteen. They wouldn’t listen. The kids were so tired of having cameras shoved in their faces that all of them threatened to delete the channel and any footage that was ever taken of them. Silva and Kikyo finally gave in then.

            Illumi and Milluki ended up deleting all their public social media. Killua stopped posting and logged out of his accounts but left them public. Kalluto turned his comments off and only posted photography. Alluka was the only one who wanted to pursue an online career.

            She was still as active as she was before on Instagram, TikTok, and Twitter. She posted on YouTube twice a week, her usual content being makeup, fashion, those videos where the content creator reads viewer confessions, and gaming videos. She streamed Minecraft videos with other young creators and ended up close friends with them after they all realized they lived relatively near each other. The best part was that she managed to bargain with her parents until they agreed to only take half her earnings.

            All Alluka wished for was her carefree childhood back. The childhood where her older brother was happy.

            All Alluka wished for was her brother back.

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            Kalluto and Alluka sat outside Killua’s room. Their backs were against his door. It was uncomfortably quiet. Kalluto could hear his heartbeat, his sister’s breaths, and the pen scratching the pad of paper as she sketched absentmindedly. He resisted the urge to tap his fingers on the hardwood floor. Alluka sighed and put the paper and pen back where they belonged.

            “Killua? It’s me and Kalluto. We think you should come down for dinner tonight.”

            No response could be heard. Alluka’s eyes began to tear up. Kalluto avoided looking at her because he knew that would cause him to tear up too.

            “We know you go downstairs to eat when it’s late and nobody’s in the kitchen, but it would be nice if we could all eat together,” Kalluto spoke.

            Still no response. Kalluto fidgeted with his hands. Alluka turned around, now sitting facing the door.

            “Killua.” Kalluto flinched at the anger in her voice. “Killua, eat dinner with us later.”

            Kalluto subconsciously moved away from the door. Alluka ignored him. She banged her right fist against the door.

            “Killua!” She angrily shouted. Kalluto stared at his sister in shock. He had never seen her break like this. Tears streamed down her face. She was panting, her body shaking. He hadn’t taken the time to really focus on her looks that day. He just noticed that her hair was unbrushed, falling out of its bun. Her cheeks were red, but he was sure it was just from her current crying. She wore a plain crewneck and leggings. That wasn’t too unusual, but the days she wore sweatshirts or sweatpants were increasing in number.

            “Killua!” She screamed again, pounding on the door with both fists.

            She began to scream-cry. Kalluto wasn’t sure what he should do, so he simply hugged Alluka. She hugged him back tightly. Her cries began to quiet down. She let go of the hug, stood up, and walked to her room. Kalluto was still sitting near the door. He moved back to sitting with his back against it. He let the back of his head lean against the door. He sat like that for a while before he talked.

            “Hey Killu. I know you know we miss you,” he started.

            Kalluto held a one-sided conversation. He talked about school, and how a kid in his class had been pranking the teacher. She couldn’t figure out who was pranking her, and neither could the administration. The whole class would probably end up getting punished, but nobody cared since it was middle school and wasn’t going to go on their records. He told Killua about the tricks he had begun teaching Mike. He told Killua about all the stupid things Milluki started arguments with their parents over. He told Killua about anything that popped into his head. At one point, Kalluto heard a faint laugh.

            “Killua?” He smiled.

            “I miss you guys,” he spoke softly.

            “We miss being able to spend time with you.”

            Kalluto heard footsteps coming towards him. He turned around as the door opened. Killua was sitting on the floor in front of him.

            He was dressed in an oversized shirt and sweatpants. His skin was paler than usual. The eyebags underneath his formerly bright eyes were darker. His hair was a mess. His eyes were a bit red and a bit puffy. Kalluto felt his eyes begin to water. He bit his lip to keep the tears from spilling.

            Killua leaning forward and pulling him into a much-needed hug did him in. Kalluto sobbed. Killua was emotionless, simply holding him. His younger brother gripped his shirt and cried into his shoulder. Alluka came out of her room, hearing the cries. Her eyes lit up and began to water again when she saw Killua. She ran down the hall and collapsed into their hug, joining them.

            The two younger siblings cried, and Killua just held them. They sat there for a while.

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            After what felt like years, Killua pulled away. His siblings looked at him, wondering the same thing: are you okay?. They refrained from asking, worried he’d push them away again and slam the door. Killua seemed to read their minds.

            “I don’t know. I really don’t know. I feel like shit all the time and I don’t know if there’s a cause or not.”

            “Just know that we’re here for you,” Kalluto said. Alluka nodded her head in agreement.

            Killua paused. “Do you guys wanna watch a movie?” His siblings’ eyes lit up.

            The three went into Killua’s room and sat down on his bed. He picked up the remote to turn the TV on and go into a streaming app, then handed it to Alluka. She picked a happy Disney movie and let it play. She figured that Killua could laugh at the jokes, but he didn’t. Every time she or Kalluto would laugh, though, he looked at them and smiled. This was the most okay they’d been in a while. For a moment, it felt like everything would turn out fine. As if Alluka and Kalluto’s worlds weren’t crashing down around them because their parents wouldn’t help Killua, and because they themselves couldn’t stop depression from taking Killua’s life.

            Unfortunately, good things don’t last forever. Halfway through the movie, Killua’s eyes changed. Alluka noticed it first. The two youngest weren’t sure what went wrong.

            “Get out,” Killua said quietly.

            “What?” Alluka responded.

            “I said that you need to leave.”

            It all happened so fast. He grabbed the remote and turned off the TV, then yelled and pushed his siblings out. He slammed the door behind them. Kalluto stood there, facing the door in shock. Alluka burst into tears and sat with her back to the bedroom door. They were right back where they started.

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            For a few weeks, Killua seemed to be getting better.

            It started with Alluka washing the pans she had used to bake some cookies in the kitchen. Killua came into the space quietly and poured himself a bowl of cereal. He grabbed a still-warm cookie from the plate the chocolatey treats sat on and smiled in satisfaction after biting into one.

            Kalluto was walking past Killua’s room and could hear him harmonizing with a song playing in the background. His brother sounded happy. It was some cheesy pop song that was popular when they were younger, one Killua used to sing along with whenever it came on the car radio. He still knew the lyrics by heart.

            There was one time that the younger Zoldycks cherished. Killua knocked on Alluka’s door and opened it, asking if she wanted to go hang out outside. Of course Alluka said yes. They went and grabbed Kalluto from his room and quietly snuck out the back door. It was approaching midnight, but they didn’t care. They laid down in the grass, staring up at the stars. They could hear an owl in the distance and some crickets nearby. It was peaceful. Although the younger two didn’t notice it, Killua was smiling. He was smiling because he was staring at the peaceful night sky with his two favorite people by his side, because the world was starting to seem not so bad.

            Killua could be seen grabbing multiple meals from the kitchen during the day. Alluka found him playing with Mike in the backyard once. The three siblings spent two hours playing Minecraft on a rainy day. Alluka knew that her Big Brother was coming back. Kalluto knew that Killua was acting like himself again.

            They knew that everything was going to be okay.

            Everything would be fine.

            Everything would be perfectly fine… until it wasn’t.

            Killua wouldn’t eat. He didn’t leave his room anymore. He was always angry and would crumple up any notes slid underneath the door before shoving them back into the hallway. Any time his siblings knocked on the door asking if he was okay they were met with him screaming back at them. It was painful.

            Alluka and Kalluto knew that something was very wrong. They wanted to help, but as usual, their parents refused. “He was fine just a couple weeks ago! Whatever phase he’s in will pass,” they’d say. The teens screamed out to the world that their brother needed help, but nobody would listen.

            Killua was vanishing before their eyes. He wasn’t there. It was almost as if he didn’t exist. It was a scary thought, but what if

            he didn’t want to exist?

            To exist.

            To exist. To exist. To exist.

            To exist. To exist. To exist. Alluka scribbled the words harshly, the paper threatening to tear. She screamed before throwing the notebook at the wall. She sunk into the floor and cried hysterically. Kalluto sat against the wall silently, watching her. He was in shock. Alluka struggled to calm herself and began to hyperventilate.

            Her brother was dying in front of her, and she couldn’t do anything to stop it.

            She had been acting like everything was okay for the entire internet for months.

            She had been pretending that this wasn’t her life, that she wasn’t about to watch her brother meet his end.

            To exist. To exist. To exist. What if he didn’t want to? What if he didn’t want to be alive?

            It was a horrific thought, and Alluka didn’t want it to be there, in her brain, laughing at her in her misery and failure. I’m a failure of a sister. I’m a fucking failure of a human being.

            Yet, the thought still rang through her ears and singed her mind.

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            Over the next six months, Killua never received professional help.

            Alluka and Kalluto argued with the wall that was their parents until their electronics were taken (except for when Alluka had to do things for her channel; they still allowed her to create content, because it brought them money). The siblings still continued to plead for Killua’s sake.

            Their bright older brother went from better (the period of time where they laid under the stars), to worse, to okay, to amazing. When his health was “amazing”, he was almost back to his normal self. He made jokes, laughed, played games, and had been catching up on his schoolwork. The bad thing was that since he was doing so well, their parents argued even more that it was “just a phase” and that “he’d get over it”. Both kids knew damn well he’d go downhill again. So, of course, he was gone again. Just like that.

            They didn’t see him for five days. Alluka was absolutely terrified, and Kalluto tried his best to reassure her, knowing that he was lying about his thoughts through his teeth. He was just as scared as her. They were both assuming the worst, that something had happened to Killua. Once, though, Kalluto managed to catch him with his door unlocked, and he peeked inside. There was a half-eaten bag of chips and an empty fruit cup on his desk. Thank God. Kalluto got Alluka to come to Killua’s doorway. Her eyes lit up when she saw that he had eaten, but then both of their gazes drifted to the other side of the room. They didn’t like what they saw.

            There were huge dark circles under his eyes. He wore a baggy shirt and pajama bottoms, both of which were a bit raggedy. His face held no emotion, and neither did his eyes. His body was limp, and he was just sitting slouched on his bed and staring at the comforter. The scariest part was that he didn’t yell at them to get out, or even acknowledge their presence. It was so worrying.

            The siblings slowly crept over to Killua. They sat down on either side of him, pulling him into a delicate hug. He stayed still.

            “Alluka. Kalluto.”

            “Hey, Big Brother,” Alluka smiled softly.

            He didn’t reply right away. The two sat hugging him for a while.

            “I wanna go,” he whispered.

            “What?” Kalluto asked.

            “I want to leave—”

            “Why?” Alluka interrupted, her eyes tearing up.

            “It’s too much.”

            Then, Alluka and Kalluto heard the words that would be the turning point in their lives.

            “Lulu and Luto, I want to die. Help me.”

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            “Lulu and Luto, I want to die. Help me.”

            Alluka and Kalluto stared back at Killua in complete shock. They didn’t know what to say. They didn’t know what they could say.

            “Killua, why do you think that we’d ever want to lose you?” Kalluto’s eyes watered.

            “I don’t want to lose you either, but I just can’t do this anymore.”

            “I refuse to lose my only good older brother,” Alluka crossed her arms.

            “You don’t understand. This life is too much. I can’t live like this anymore. I want to have Canary back.”

            Alluka hadn’t thought about Canary in a long time. The girl was their neighbor and Killua’s best friend growing up and she herself was close with Canary, too. When they were nine, she was found dead in her backyard. Nobody knew what truly happened to her. An autopsy showed that she consumed a bunch of dangerous chemicals shortly before she died. Her parents had been charged with murder but were found innocent—the Zoldycks knew that her parents would never have done such a thing anyways—and everyone came to the conclusion that she’d killed herself.

            Alluka chose her words carefully. “You’ll see Canary eventually, when the world decides it’s your time to go. You don’t decide that for yourself.”

            “If Canary killed herself, why can’t I?”

            Alluka had had it. She stormed out of the room and down the hallway, into her bedroom. Kalluto gave his brother one last look before chasing after his sister. He entered her room to see her sobbing and screaming into her pillow. He froze in the doorway for several seconds before forcing himself to move. He sat down next to her on the bed, moving to hug her. She hugged back as if her life depended on it.

            They stayed like that for quite some time.

                        Ping.

            They glanced up at Alluka’s phone on her nightstand. She picked it up, frowning. Kalluto moved his head to view the screen.

                        Killua: Alluka, Kalluto, let me go.

            She scoffed, beginning to cry again.

                        Alluka: No.

                        Killua: Please. You have no idea what my brain is doing to me. I’m slowly dying anyway.

                        Alluka: Killua, we can’t lose you.

                        Killua: Please. You don’t even have to help me, just let me know that I can let it all go.

            Alluka looked up at Kalluto. He met her gaze.

            Over the course of the past year, the siblings had watched Killua fall. Some weeks he fell slower than others, but when he fell fast, it was terrifying to watch. They knew he was in pain. They knew he was hurting. And, it was hurting them, too. They watched their favorite older brother lose himself in front of their own eyes without their parents giving a single shit about it. Their parents didn’t care. Over their lives, they’d come to realize that their parents saw their children as nothing more than money-makers. Each time they were called out by other parents or their fans on the internet, they said an apology and moved on. There were times Killua, Alluka, and Kalluto cried together because they were so tired, tired of playing a character online because their parents threatened them if they didn’t. They had their entire Christmas on the line one year. It was the most drastic time the kids had fought their parents about content creating and vlogging, and they were told they’d receive nothing for Christmas if they didn’t suck it up. They’d have to unwrap presents for a vlog, only to have them returned to the store the next day.

            Alluka and Kalluto knew the childhood trauma side of Killua’s pain, but they didn’t understand why he was suffering so much or what was causing it. Whatever it was clearly couldn’t be resolved without professional help.

            Something told Alluka to let Killua go. Kalluto seemed to notice the thought in her eyes. He shook his head slowly, his expression turning sympathetic. Alluka knew that even if Killua didn’t leave this world now, he’d still find a way. Even if he didn’t, he’d die naturally from this depression.

            “Luto,” she smiled sadly. “There’s nothing else we can do.”

            “I don’t want to lose him.” The boy burst out sobbing. His sister pulled him into a hug.

            “Something’s telling me that we need to let him go,” she whispered.

            “I know. I know we need to let him go, too,” he cried.

            Something was telling the youngest Zoldyck children to let Killua go. And so, with shaky hands, Alluka typed the reply.

                        Alluka: I understand. It’s okay. You can go.

            They both cried together as she pressed Send. Alluka began punching her pillow as Kalluto cried for her to stop. She would have rather been punching her wall, but their parents would hear it.

            Their parents.

            Alluka bolted out of the room, leaving Kalluto confused. She sprinted down the hallway and into her father’s office. She didn’t bother knocking before she entered.

            Silva looked up from his computer, annoyed.

            “P-please, Killua—he’s going to kill himself,” she bawled.

            “Does he have a plan?”

            Holy shit, maybe he was actually listening to her? “I don’t know.”

            “Get out of my office.”

            Alluka looked up. She blinked. “Wh-what?”

            “Get. Out.”

            Her mother came out of their bedroom, which was connected to the office. “Alluka, dear, Killua’s not the fucking idiot you seem to think he is. He’s strong. Now, go back to whatever little crying session you and Kalluto seem to be having, and keep it down. We can hear you from all the way down here.”

            Alluka was astonished. She had no words. No response at all. Her mind was blank as she picked herself up off the floor and exited, slamming the door behind her to have the last word. She had barely even taken a single step before the door was opened again. She turned around just to receive a stinging slap on the cheek. She stumbled back, looking up with terrified eyes.

            “I don’t want to hear another word from you about your brother. Understand?!” Kikyo barked.

            She cried harder, nodding her head. “Good.” The door was closed in her face.

            Kalluto was standing in Alluka’s room’s doorway, shaking. His sister took a single step before folding onto the hardwood floor. He rushed over to her and held her as she wept into his shoulder.

            They sat for what felt like hours.

            Their parents had infinite opportunities to do something about this, but they wouldn’t.

            I hate them.

            I hate Silva and Kikyo Zoldyck so much.

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            A crash.

            Both siblings whipped their heads up in the direction of the noise.

            Killua’s room. No, outside Killua’s window. The driveway below?

            Fuck.

            “Alluka? Kalluto? What was that?” Silva called out from his room.

            The teens quickly stood and rushed to the closest window facing the driveway, in Alluka’s room.

            No.

            No, no, no, no, no. NO.

            NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO-

            They both began crying harder.

            Alluka and Kalluto sprinted down the stairs and out the front door before the adults could. They stopped in their tracks right after stepping outside.

            They tensed up, staring at Killua’s mangled, bloody body on the concrete. Whatever he had done, they could barely tell that he was himself. A fall from his window shouldn’t have done that much. They instantly knew that he had done this to himself before he jumped.

            Kalluto stayed frozen, his eyes wide and his breaths shallow. Alluka rushed forward and kneeled next to him, crying out as she used trembling fingers to move his bangs out of his face.

            “Oh my God, how could this happen to him!” Kikyo’s voice came from behind them.

            Alluka stood angrily. “YOU LET THIS HAPPEN. I fucking told both of you that he needed help and that he was about to kill himself! I told you that he was going to kill himself not even an hour ago! You were too blinded by whatever’s wrong with your stupid little brains that you couldn’t see my brother, our brother,” she gestured to the still-frozen Kalluto, “dying from the inside out! I hate you! I hate you so much! I wish that Killua, Kalluto, and I had different parents that actually gave a shit about us!”

            Kikyo looked down at Kalluto with tears in her eyes, hoping that the (once) momma’s boy would sympathize with her. Instead, he gave her a death glare, stepping away from her and towards Killua and Alluka.

            Alluka rushed at her mother and tried to punch her, kick her, whatever else she could do, but her father quickly picked her up. She fought in his arms. Kikyo quickly dialed 911. Eventually, Alluka lost her strength and grew tired. She stopped fighting and Silva put her back down. She went back over to Killua and Kalluto. The two sat down next to their brother’s body.

            “I’m so sorry, Killu. I’m so sorry that we were born to parents that couldn’t help you,” Kalluto whispered.

            “I’m so sorry that we weren’t old enough to know what to do or how to help. I’m so sorry,” Alluka spoke between sobs.

            The ambulance arrived quickly, and the teens heard the greatest news of their entire lives.

            He’s still breathing.