I lay in bed just looking at the ceiling. The darkness fills the room with a bit of light that peaks its way through the curtians. My head is filled with unwanted thoughts, making it hard to think straight. I cant decide if I want to get up or stay in bed. I know the second idea wont be an option becasue our flight leaves in an hour. My stomach begins to turn setting a painful pinch through me body. I slowly sit up and look around the empty room that once was filled with mine and Donny's things.
Donny. I miss him, so damn much. Would he disaprove this move as much as I do? I'll never know and thats what makes me mad. I shake my head trying to shake out these harmful thoughts that set a head ache.
I turn on the table lamp that sits by my bed to light my room. I lean my head against the wall sighing. A small object catches my attion across the room. I pull my legs from the warm blackets and have the cold air hit my bare thighs. As I get closer to the object, my face goes blank.
A picture, a picture of the family. Were we all looked happy. Kyson was just born, Donny and I were 5, Sam was 12, and Andrew was 16. My mother and father had bright smiles while they looked at eachother. They looked like they were in love.
I look at the picture closly when the door swung open making me drop it on the wooden floor. Kyson looks at me with sad eyes after he sees the picture on the floor cracked.
"Im sorry." he says leaning down to grabe the frame.
"I didnt mean to stratle you." he hands me the picture waiting for me to answer.
"Its fine little man. I dont have much use for the pitcure anyways." I gave him a small smile setting the photo on my bed.
I look around my room before back at him. His green eyes show sadness which makes me walk towards him.
"Hey, its going to be fine. What ever your thinking, it will be fine." he nods his head beofre walking out leaving me there standing in the empty room.
My bags lay on the rside of my bed telling me we are really leaving. My heart ache while I grabe the clothes I left out for me to wear and walking to the bathroom. Talking can be heard from down stairs but I ignor it. Closing the door before looking in the mirror.
My reflection scares me a bit. My eyes have no life in them, the color of my cheeks are gone and the dark bags under my eyes make me look weak. My hair is every where making me sigh once again. I pull my shorts down and replacing them with jeans that hug my thighs. I pull a plan black T-shirt over my body once my bra was on. I pull my hair up in a loose bun and begin to brush my teeth. I replay everything that has happened over the year while I stare in the mirror.
I get to deep in thought I didn't notice the knocking at the door.
"One second!" I say loud enough for the person behind the door.I wipe my mouth off after spitting out the water. My mother opens the door letting me set out before she stops me.
"Brooklyn?"
I turn around to give her my attion."Yes?"
"Your medicine is down stares by your breakfast. Please eat it this time. You need the protein in your body." I look at her with a straight face before nodding.
She says a small 'thank you' before the door is shut. I make my way down the stairs and being greeted by my 3 brothers.
"Good morning Brooklyn." Andrew say with a smile.
I smile at him before heading towards a glass of water where a small blue pill lays by it.I look at with regret and sadness. I want blame myself for letting myself down. For pushing my body until a pill is the only happiness I can have.
"Brook?" I turn around and see my baby brother walking towards me.
"I'll stay with you so you won't be sad to take it." He point to the pill and then back at me with a smile.
I smile back before grabbing his hand. When I was first apossed to depression, I was 17. Kyson was 12 and he never left my sight. He said he would be by my side when I needed to take my happy medicine, that's what he named it. He said it was better than that sad name it held. He said "since Donny isn't here to make you happy, I'll take his place" ever since then, we have been unbreakable.
I pick up the small blue pill and place it on my tough, grabbing the water and letting it wash away the pill.
"You did it!" Kyson yelps trying to cheer me up. All I give him is a smile and kiss his for head
"Brooklyn did you eat?" My mother ask when she walks in fixing her shirt
"Yes I did mother." I say not looking her."Andrew did she eat?"
"No she didn't."
I look at him glaring before looking back at my mom."Brooklyn you need to eat." She crosses her arms looking at me.
"I'm not hungry."
"I said you need to eat!" She starts to get irritated.
"I said I'm not hungry damn it!" I shout.
I regret what came out of my mouth. My mother looked at me with shock."Excuse me." I say as I walk out the kitchen. I've never been the one to shout but sometimes, its the only thing I can do to prevent me from being stepped on.
I walk up to my room wanting to stay in there forever. As I close the door, I lean my head on it wanting to bash it through the boor.
I grab my jacket and bags before walking out the door again.Everything is going so fast. The times, the days, the weeks. All past like it was nothing. Its like there testing to see how good I can keep up.
My jacket hugs my body as I zip it up and my bags weighs my arms down.
I'm suffocating before I even leave the house.My mother waits by the door for the boys and I. She fixes her coat and hair then grabbing her bags while Andrew helps.
I never knew what an adventure felt like.
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FanfictionI'll never know the meaning of life but that doesn't mean I can't enjoy the thought of it. Brooklyn, the 18 year old who has a fresh start in life when she moves with her broken family to London. She thought is would be the same until she meet the...