the first time I really knew what my brother was going throw was when I was 9 I always played in his room when he wasn't home and one day I fell into his wardrobe making something fall from the top of it , I picked up what had fallen wick was a black leather covered diary with my brothers name scretcked into the front .
as I flicked throw the pages I found sketches of a boy laid crying and one where it lioked the shadow of a tall boy holding the hand of a little girl ,on every page there was a picture and about a paragraph of writing all explaining the pain and sadness the picture held all drawn from his own feelings.
