Chapter 1: The details.
I was only ten when my brother died… He was only seven. I do miss him don’t get me wrong, but you can only mourn for so long. Let me tell you about the night my brother died.It was about seven twenty three in the evening and my brother and I were following our daily routine of visiting our mother at the local diner - we were lucky enough to get free food there since she was such a good employee! Anyway, that was off topic... Well, we decided to take a shortcut down an alleyway and it seemed okay, until about halfway down.
We thought we were going to be fine as we made it so far, but then we heard the shouts. The shouts of danger. The shouts of anger. The shouts of fright. We looked down the alleyway to see around seven teenagers, aged about fifteen to seventeen, sprinting directly at us shouting at us to move. Behind them were police officers of which seemed to be chasing the teenagers!
We did try to move out of the way, however my brother was stuck on something, it seemed his shoelace was stuck under something. I told him to just remove his shoe but he couldn’t do it, so I tried to help, but it was already too late… THWACK! It was done in seconds… At first I thought he was just pushed over, that was until I saw all the blood pouring from my brother’s skull!
He was in the hospital for at least an hour before his death and the entire family was there the entire time. We ended up having a huge funeral and my family and I mourned for months without stop, which made times hard but we made it through.
I can’t emphasise how much I miss the little me died, he was such a nice kid. Innocent, caring, helpful, and he never got into trouble. He was always as good as he could be, you could say he was more MY influence than I was his. It angered me so much seeing him laying on his death bed, watching as his heart stopped beating, however I tell you now that I will avenge him.
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