My bed looks different from here

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PAMELA POV

The drive back home is lonely. My parents don't say much which I appreciate. They left my brother at home, which I also appreciate. When I get home he's there waiting at the door. I don't think I've ever seen him sob that hard. I can't help but let him hug me, even if I'm afraid to put my hands around him. So I stand and let him hug me. I love my brother, I really do, and I know he loves me. And the sobs now racking his body show me how much he does. Finally with a deep breath I reach up and hug him.
"Hey, we'll get through this together, okay? Don't worry," I run my hand up and down his back, his body shaking.
"It was on the news.... They were talking about your school. And mom and dad left and I..." his arms are squeezing me tightly.
"I didn't know what to do. What was I supposed to do? I'm supposed to protect you but I wasn't there." I let him cry for what feels like an hour. And then slowly he releases me and I step back with a sigh.
"I'm going to go to my room now, I'll come down soon."
Once I'm behind the closed door of my room I walk towards the bed I left this morning. There are still clothes stroon on the floor from outfits I had tried on before school this morning. It all feels so trivial now.
I crawl into my bed, sink under the covers and then disappear into the depths of my mind. All the sudden I realize I don't want to think about what my mind is telling me. It's too loud. I get up and walk out the door.
"Mom, can i have the iPad. I want to listen to music."
"Sure honey," I soon hear her racing up the stairs to place it in my hands.
Walking back into my bed room, I sink back under the covers.
I type into YouTube search _freetimekiller_. I'm not even watching what games he's playing, I'm just there for the sound. I need it. To fill the space.

But it's strange I recognize this voice. Not like I haven't been watching him for years. Like I know him personally. And then it clicks. 

That dirty rotten scoundrel has been hiding that this whole time!

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