My Honeypoo

Talking to my Brother 👽⚠

After finding out my brother had all of my stuff, I realized I would have to talk to him. Talk.... to my brother.... I hadn't done that in a very long time.

I felt my nerves growing worse as I scrolled through my phone contacts to find him... I hadn't talked to my brother for a while even before I got in a coma.

It's not that he's a bad guy. I mean... only a little bit. He just gambles, and stuff. 

OH NO!

Fear washed over me as I remembered his gambling addiction. WHAT IF HE SOLD MY STUFF TO PAY BACK HIS DEBT?! 

I quickly called him, worried about my belongings. I can't not have my stuff! I don't want to rebuy everything I own 😭

"What the hell, is this a prank?" I heard the annoyed voice of my younger brother as he picked up the call. "I know my sister is in a coma. Go away, scammer."

He hung up. HE HUNG UP?! THAT BRAT!!

I called him again. He didn't pick up this time. What the heck? I tried texting him, but the messages weren't delivered. I found out why- he blocked my number!! How could he?!

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The next day, I went to my brothers house. If he wouldn't pick up the phone, I had to find him myself! I knocked on the door, but no one answered. I decided to just sit on the porch.

The house was much nicer than anything he could actually afford. That is because mom and dad left him the house when they died,.. they always had liked my brother better 😞

After sitting on his porch for a while, a car pulled into the drive way. My brother got out, and walked up to the door.

"Hey, Devin!" I called, standing up and waving.

Devin looked at me, and turned pale. It was like he had seen a ghost!

"Y-y-/n-" He stuttered and shock, and then

FAINTED!

Uh oh...