CHAPTER 1:Dreaming

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"JAI!" My mom yelled. I sighed heavily and went down to see a destroyed living room and my drunk mother.

"I'm out of bourbon. Be a sweet dear and get some more." I rolled my eyes and headed for the door. I grabbed the keys and went out the door. When I turned around I ran into my older brother Daniel. He startled me and he smiled.

"Now I can see why all the girls are crazy about you. You're not a beast at all." And he really wasn't. He mockingly laughed and went with me to the car. He went into the passenger seat.

5 months ago my father died in a car crash and my brother was in the front. My mom was a surgeon and wasn't in the car. Daniel and my side would have been impacted, but my dad turned the car so he got hit, and died. My mom hasn't been the same ever since. She got fired for being drunk in surgery and now she doesn't work. Luckily my brother graduated from university a year before and got a job. So he helped out a lot. I'm a first year now, and have been for an entire 4 months. We live in London and our lives don't suck too much. But ever since my brother hasn't driven and even though it doesn't kill him, sitting in the front scares him a little.

We got the bourbon and were on our way home. But when we turned around the corner we saw it. my mother dead on the road, with her glass in hand. Lying in blood.

"It had to have been a hit and run," my brother said. But I barely heard him. Even though my mother was a drunk and got fired I still loved her and she still cared about us. She wasn't abusive or anything like that.

I fell to my knees and let out my tears. I couldn't handle what had happened. I couldn't find the proper words to use, and felt like hitting things uncontrollably.

About 5 hours passed and it was now 4 in the morning. I was by the fire place and was crying in a ball. My brother hugged me and tried to comfort me but it didn't really work. He went for a shower. I couldn't handle. I opened the bottle we bought and threw all my mothers stuff on the table. I poured it over her things and went to the garage. I got the gasoline and poured it all over the floors. Top and bottom. My brother came down as I held a lit match in hand.

"What the hell are you doing?" He asked. I just shook my head. "Run," I said. then I dropped the match.

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