My head has been a tornado. I haven't stopped thinking about you. My precious little brother. I should have helped you.
I woke up to the sound of yelling and screaming. I crept out of bed, quiet as possible. I twisted my door nob, pulled open the door and tiptoed out. I slowly approached the wall near the living room where my parents were. I listened.
"It was her fault, Kent!" My mother yelped. "She wouldn't KILL her own brother, Bri. What is wrong with you to even think such things about your own daughter. You birthed her for god sake!" My father answered with a devilish tone. My mother stared as if she'd seen a ghost. I felt sick to my stomach. My mom was right but so was my dad. I didn't hurt him. But I let him get hurt. My mother started to speak again. "Kent. My son is dead. I don't know what you except... from me right now." She fell to her knees and covered her faces as she cried. My dad inches over with a painful look on his face as we went down and hugged my mother. I put my back to the wall as tears fell down my face. I crept into my bedroom quietly and slammed my face into my pillow.
I layed on my back with my brother's stuffed bear to my face. Tears were wetting my bed sheets. I stared at my ceiling. I didn't want to believe my mom looks at me like that. I picked up my phone and clicked it on. The bright screen blinded me. I immediately checked the time, 3:54AM. I logged into the amusement park website to see if I could get information of what people saw. Nothing. Maybe Facebook has something. So I made an account and searcher up the name "Poppy play amusement". There was so much. Recordings, pictures, descriptions, I looked at everything. I found a picture of me looking over the balcony while my brother was hanging. Who was it posted by? My mother. My own mother posted that along with funeral pictures and pictures of my younger brother. I can't believe it. She wrote about how she doesn't know who the kid is since it's so blurry but when she finds out, they will see her fury. That's a lot for a little kid. Especially her own daughter. She doesn't know it yet. Let's try to keep it that way. I shut off my phone, plugged it in and layed it on my bed side table. I lay on my side and let tears fall down as I drifted asleep.
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Mystery / ThrillerA girl lets her brother die and has to live with it. She deals with her depression for weeks until she over hears her parent fighting about the situation. Her mother is suspicious of Ivory, saying that she killed her. Ivory needs to make a plan for...
