Alone

Prologue

We used to be a happy family.

Don't get me wrong, we weren't perfect.

But we used to be a happy one, and that's what counts.

I remember how my parents always used to kiss each other in front of us, and we would scream something like "yuck."

Me and my parents were a very good team, but not as good as I was with my brother.

He was my little brother, 5 years younger to be exact.

You may wonder, what happened that we used to be a happy family?

Well, everything started going downhill when I was ten.

My parents weren't home, and they wanted me to babysit my five-year-old brother, and that's what I did.

But I was ten, I just got my first phone, and I was annoyed.

I wanted to chat the whole day with my friends, but I had to watch out for my brother.

Then they texted me that they would be home in 15 minutes, so I figured that he could do something on his own for the next 15 minutes.

But I figured wrong.

I vividly remember the moment I heard my parents' car pulling up, and seconds later, I heard the most heart-wrenching scream I have ever heard.

I sprinted down to the backyard, and there it was. The worst scene I could have ever seen.

My mom holding my baby brother's soaking wet, lifeless body in her arms.

He fell into the pool and drowned and it was my fault.

She buried her head into his chest, and muffled sobs escaped her mouth.

My dad just stood there, frozen up and didn't say anything.

Then he looked at me, and I will never forget the way he looked at me.

He didn't say a single word, but his eyes said more than any words could ever say.

His eyes were incredibly cold, like all his love he ever had for me just vanished from this moment on.

And I knew from this moment on that my parents will never be able to look at me the same again.

Nor love me again.