For so long I was in denial of what happened to my brother. I couldn't understand why. I thought that it was all my fault for not saying that the semi was coming. I just saved myself. Now he's basically gone.
I'm not really sure how to feel about it. He was so nice and so good. My parents weren't much help after that happened. They didn't pay attention to me or my feelings. I tried crying for help...but there was no answer. I tried to kill myself but I couldn't because I was too afraid to die.
Now all I want to do is die. Then their would be no more hassle. Most importantly, no me, no Abby.
