I'm 16 years old I shouldn't been going through this, I think out loud. Oh hey there guess you're wondering what I'm talking about I'll just tell you. It started at 12 years old when my brother passed away everything went down hill from that point. "Natalie we have some news to tell you." my mom says sadly "what?" I ask concerned, "it's your brother...he..he is dead." no this can't be happening I thought and ran way in tears. I didn't come out of my room for weeks, until my brother's funeral rolled around I was dressed in black and crying. In the funeral I started crying really loud and everyone one stared at me like I was crazy, but little did I know this was just the beginning.
