Dialogue Story - final words

BRIEF MENTION OF BLOOD/DEATH/GRIEF

went a tiny bit off prompt maybe? sorry :)

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"It's stopped."

"You think?!"

"Jeez, mate, no need to get pressed."

"No need to get pressed? I am trapped in a tiny metal room suspended in mid air with YOU of all people."

"What's wrong with me?"

"You're a moron, Lucas."

"Am not!"

"Are too!"

"You're acting like a child Charles."

"Technically, I am a child, I'm only eleven.

Don't laugh at me, you're not much older!"

"I've been alive three whole years longer than you, if your tiny young brain can understand that.

Hey- you're gonna hurt your foot if you keep kicking the doors like-"

"OW!"

"Don't say I didn't warn ya."

"YOU SUCK!"

"C'mon it's not like that hurt."

"I hate you."

"Nah you don't"

"Yes, I do."

"No, you don't."

"YES, I DO. I wish I never had a brother!

...

I didn't mean it, I'm sorry, OK?

What, you're just gonna sulk in the corner now? You've been so mean to me since you became a teenager. It's not fair!

Luke?...

Fine, if you don't wanna talk, we won't talk!

...

They better come get us soon."

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"Luke? What is that?"

"What is what, Charles? What is so important that you're asking someone you'd rather didn't exist?"

"Luke, there's a noise. It's... a grating noise, like someone scraping metal fingers down the sides of the lift."

"I don't hear it."

"Just listen!

There, do you hear it?"

"I hear it, Charles. It's nothing. Probably someone trying to fix the lift."

"How would they know to fix it? We snuck out - they don't know we're here. It's not one of the main lifts."

"I don't know, Charlie! Can you just shut up for once?

I can't believe this..."

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"Damn it!"

"What's wrong?"

"Phone ran out of battery. I can't listen to music anymore."

"That's okay, Luke. We can just talk.

Hey wait, if you had a phone, why didn't you just call somebody to come get us?"

"Oh yeah, Charles, I just didn't want us to be rescued.

I had no bars, idiot."

"Oh.

So, what should we talk about?"

"This is not how I wanted to spend my Saturday; I'm stuck in a tiny metal box with a twelve year old."

"We could talk about... sports?"

"You hate sports."

"We could talk about... funny memories? Like when Aunty fell into the paddling pool at your twelfth birthday! You know, back when you actually liked me?"

"I like you."

"You don't act like it sometimes."

"Well, I mostly like you. Aunt Molly falling into the pool was funny, I'll admit."

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"Don't laugh! Why are you laughing at me, Luke? Stop!"

"You've got a bit...um..."

"Stop laughing!"

"Now you're laughing!"

"Am not! Why are, why are you laughing?"

"I'm laughing at your little giggle. You sound like our cousin Lisa."

"I do not sound like a five year old!

You were laughing before that, why were you laughing before that?"

"You've got a clump of hair standing up. You look like a unicorn. A Charlie-corn."

"Hey!

There, is it down?"

"Yep, totally. 100% fixed. Looking great."

"Good. Hey, Luke, I'm sorry I said I wish I didn't have a brother. I didn't mean it."

"It's cool, Charlie-corn."

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"OH MY GOD!"

"LUCAS!"

"OH MY GOD, OH MY GOD."

"Luke are we gonna die?"

"We aren't going to die, we're fine. It didn't fall that far - like a- a metre at most."

"Luke!"

"We're fine, Charles. We are fine. Totally fine.

...

Stop being such a baby! It only fell a tiny bit."

"But Lucas, what if-"

"I already told you we are totally fine."

"But Luke-"

"JUST SHUT UP!"

It's your fault we're here anyway. Everything is YOUR FAULT."

"MY fault? You're the one who stays up late and makes Dad scared and- and is annoying and mean!"

"I wish you'd never been born, Charlie. You ruined our lives.

I wish you were dead."

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"CHARLIE!

OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD!

OW, MY LEG! OW, CHARLES, CHARLES!

Charlie! I think we only fell a few floors, Charlie.

Charlie?

Charles? Oh my god, your arm is all twisted. Are you okay?

Please reply. I love you Charles, I'm sorry. Look at me, are you mad? Look, I'm sorry Charlie, please are you okay?

There's blood, there's blood on the...

Charlie - your body looks all... funny...

Charles?

...

I'm so so sorry Charlie. Please wake up.

Please be okay. I need you."

ns 172.70.127.58da2

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