I had a an brother and sister. And I say had because they are no longer alive. I already told you, my life is upside down. anyway,
Ironically, they died a year after another, but different ways. My brother died from committing suicide because in his mind, we were too busy to talk to him. That was not the case. The family had an urgent matter to take care of, we rarely had time to eat, let alone talk. But I guess we should have, else he would be alive right now shoving me into incoming traffic for a laugh. You know, when I saw him laying there with blood coming from his nose, I didn't think much of it until I kicked his ass and he didn't flinch. That, that moment made reality come to pass, he overdosed on some Bupropion. We spent a lot of time together you know, pranking, watching shit, picking on little kids, we talked about almost everything. Because if I had known that he was weak, I would have done something, said something, been a better little sister, but it takes one tragedy to make humans realize their mistakes, and I was one of them. I realized my mistake. Confrontation. I knew he was depressed, he took pills, went counseling, try to cover scars on his arm. But what did I do? I convinced myself he was strong and he'd come to me and we'll pull through together. Boy was I fucking wrong. I believe the saddest part of this reality, is that his son is gonna grow up without his dad.....
I noticed it didn't bother my sister. Yeah she was super bummed out, but in a couple months she was up and about again. Sigh. Didn't last long though. A year later, there was a gas leak and the house blew up. I'd like to believe its my fault. The only reason she was even alone was because I had a big fight with my grandma and lets call her Moya, Moya wanted me be cool off, so she rented the house for me and was alone setting up furniture and then boom..... If only I hadn't fought with Gran Gran, Moya wouldn't have to be there. They say everything happens for a reason. I agree. I'm supposed to be alone.
