I opened my eyes and looked around. Sometimes I just slip into my mind and not notice a thing. The reason we had different hair colors is because we weren't actually related. Their dad married my mom when was I was three, so I guess to me they feel like my real brothers, but sometimes I think I never actually belonged.
"Hey Klaire, you there?" Justin waved his hand in front of my face.
"Huh? Yeah I'm here."
That wasn't fully true. I never really was "here" anymore, I always just seemed to escape wither it was on purpose or on accident.
"Time for the ceremony to start, come on."
Justin took my hand and led me to the front where my father and the priest were. I wasn't ready for this. I didn't want to be sitting up next to Jake laying in a coffin. It was too much for me to handle.
I pulled away from Justin.
"Uh... I'll be up there in a couple minuets okay? I'm going to get some fresh air." I waited to see if he believed the lie.
"You know with all the people here and all." I made a motion with my hands
He nodded, and I slowly walked away from him, slowly leaving behind my dead beloved brother, slowly leaving the disaster soon to happen.
Not everyone in the family got along, and a lot of the family believe I need "help" but after losing my Jake my dad would flip out anytime anyone mentioned me getting help, and Justin, he was always used to me being like this, absent minded.
To be honest, sometimes I thought I needed help too. But my dad just lostJake, I didn't want to hurt him by leaving too.
