Chris Wells, my only other sibling, other then my dog Sasha who was getting old and counting the seconds before she died by the second.
The only reason I know about his death, was because I went snooping around in his room one afternoon after he was supposed to come home 'sick' but never did, so I got curious. I found it lying under his pillow- a very stupid place to hide it, only because of the way the page holder was sticking out.
I had gotten curious, so I started to read it, but just as I started, I wanted to stop. I didn't want to read about my brothers death-wish, but my hands wouldn't willingly give the book up. Choosing not to show my mom and dad, I had to pry the book out of my fingers, throwing it under my bed.
The thing that made me laugh though, was the fact that my brothers been gone a week and my parents don't suspect a thing. I have a feeling that he told them that he was going on some school field trip or some random crap is what I'm guessing.
"Clementine, dinner!" I know, I wish I could change my name, too, but clearly people at my school like it, or in my opinion it seems like they do, anyways, because if getting called weird names like 'flower' and 'weed' is normal, then I'm good.
I hid the journal under my bed more, making sure it was completely concealed before hopping downstairs like nothing happened. "Oh, John," my mom started. "I can't wait till our baby Chris comes home!" My mom playfully slapped my dads arm and I groaned. "Can you not, please?" I asked, annoyed. "How was school?" she followed up with. School. The entire reason Chris wasn't here right now, or ever would be.
I bit my lip, keeping myself from crying at the table, took a sharp breath and smiled. "It was great!" I said through gritted teeth. I stopped, looking up at the ceiling, blinking back even more tears that stung my eyes as they threatened to fall. "May I please be excused?" I asked quickly. "But Clementine, you haven't started eating ye-" "Okay, thanks." I said, standing up and running to the bathroom before I had to explain what the hell was going on to my parents, because last time I checked, telling your mom and dad that their only son, the eldest, the smartest, more responsible child, killed himself, was not an easy task.
I shut the door to the bathroom, lingering in front of the mirror. Trying to stall as much as I could as tears fell from my face.
