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9 years ago
My brother worked. He worked days and he worked nights. The days in which he didn’t work he stayed home and played with me and my other brother, Sam. Sam never spoke, but he giggled, laughed and shrieked when my older brother tickled him. I tickled Sam a lot as well. We laughed a lot. We had a lot of fun. I never felt alone and I never thought I would be alone. Until that night, that night ruined everything for me.

There was an evil lady in my life, she yelled and threw stuff at us. Sometimes the things shattered, sometimes they hovered and stood still in one place, and the lady cursed a lot. My brother worked, he did work. But one night after he left to go and work, he never returned to play with Sam and me anymore. He just stayed outside.

I looked out the window every night, expecting my brother to march up the steps. But Sam knew that he wasn’t coming back, but he never spoke. He never told me. His side of the room was drawn with pictures that showed what happened to my older brother. The pictures showed my brother dying. Bleeding, yelling in pain. But my brother wasn’t capable of dying. He was an angel; after all…angels don’t die.


“Sam, wake up, please Sam, please,” I sobbed, as the ambulance rushed through one dark street after another. Sam groaned, he pressed on his wound, cut and bleeding. I don’t like the sight of blood. Blood scared me. Because of blood my brother died. I didn’t want another to die because of blood.

The lady hit Sam with a beer bottle, it was thick and heavy, and a large piece got stuck in Sam’s body. Sam didn’t want to survive. He drew pictures. He showed me he liked the coffins that dead people were buried in. But I didn’t like them. Didn’t like them at all, and I didn’t want Sam to be in one of them.

Evil lady was captured; she was cuffed and sent away. She was sent to the jailhouse. She deserved to be there, but hopefully they wouldn’t give her bottles. She would throw them. She would hurt the people. She would hurt them the same way she hurt Sam. The same way she hurt my brother.

awww this is awesome. How many more excerpts are you gonna kill us wth?

This sounds depressing and heart-feeling. I'd love to read more :D

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I can never keep up with one story. I had this awesome one reeling in my mind and it somehow just...shattered.