Forever together

Feelings

Ryan's POV

After I stormed out of Michael's room I went
straight towards my limo and to the airport. I could not stand to be
in the same room as him anymore. The way he treated me, that was the
exacted way other people treated me when my parents had died. Those
people thought I would be so unstable that they made me be put into a
foster home until I was 19; one year layer then I went to college.
Some day's people still look at me with those eyes that say I am so
sorry for your loss at such a young age. They do not know how much I
hate it. I hate being looked at as if I am a frugal little doll, or if
I am some type of ticking time bomb about to burst into tears not
flames and could possible kill someone. Those types of eyes remind me
of them so I just tell them I am fine and that they don't have to
worry about me and my well being over the fact that they are dead.
They just think that I can't handle myself by myself. I can. To show
them I joined the army and these people protested but I did not
listen. My brothers did not know what was going on and did no know
that I had left until I told Allen to tell them and Michael. I have
been getting letters from all of my brother of them telling me that I
need to come home an just be with them. I don't look into mirrors, but
when I look at my brothers it shows clear images of my parents and I
don't want to have to look at them with eyes of tears going on and on
about our dead parents that will make them also want to cry with me. I
just don't want to be remained about the parents that I will NEVER
HAVE AGAIN. People make me want to do things to show them I am a
strong person and that I can handle myself and that I can be one of
the boys. The boys at camp know that now, that I have more skills than
them some even still change me and I beat them. I myself think that I
have proven them wrong know that because of all the word my uncle is
telling me about me inside the camp world. I still sometimes leave to
go see my brothers but when Michaels tried to speak with me I just
give him my ice cold glare that makes him shut up and walk away with a
frown on his faced. When my brothers see that face they tell me that
he wears that frown not everyday people try to cheer him up but then
he remembers you then goes and cries in his room. All I say is that he
deserves it all of the shame that he caused himself. I want to be
there for him but I will not put myself through that pain again NEVER
EVER AGAIN.