The things that we don't say.
It’s surprising how fast your world can come crashing down on top of you. It can happen in a wrong step, a misjudgement, a simple flick of a finger, the movement of an arm. It never dawned on me what it would feel like, and I hate to say, that I now know how the people I thought were being melodramatic attention seekers were feeling. It happened on October 13th, 2007. I lost my best friend that night. The guy I looked up to was wiped off the face of the earth, whilst it worked to crush every damned bone in my body, mocking the pain I was going through.
That was the night my brother died. Now I’m left to pick up the pieces.
As the days go on and the places fade away to dirt and to dust, it all fades away.
Disclaimer: I do not own any lyrics or pictures used in this story. I do, however, own the plot and the characters. DO NOT STEAL. I don't like hunting people down. :]
That was the night my brother died. Now I’m left to pick up the pieces.
As the days go on and the places fade away to dirt and to dust, it all fades away.
Disclaimer: I do not own any lyrics or pictures used in this story. I do, however, own the plot and the characters. DO NOT STEAL. I don't like hunting people down. :]