Try Tears

*FLASHBACK* 

Waking up in my princess pink bed room smiling. I looked around my room before rising out of bed, running to my older brother Harrys room. I slightly opened his door, peeking inside to see his bed empty. I raised an eyebrow and shut the door. I walked down the stairs to see my step dad making breakfast. "Where's Harry?" I asked him, my voice quiet. He looked at me and sighed  "He left" he said softly. My eyes widened, "W-what do you mean he left?" I stuttered raising my voice a bit. He looked at me with painful eyes. He knelt down to my level, grabbing me by the shoulders gently saying, "Harry left, I don't know when he will be back" he said in a soft tone. I looked him in the eyes "He left like daddy did?" I asked my voice barely above a whisper. He looked down not answering my question. I shut my eyes tightly and let out a scream, grabbing the vase next to me throwing it to the ground watching it shatter. I ran up to my room locking my door. I grabbed the picture of Harry and I and screamed "I hate you!" before falling to the ground crying my eyes out. *FLASHBACK OVER* 

That was three years ago. To this day I haven't seen my older brother. I don't know where he is, if he's alive or not but at the moment I don't care anymore. I'm 15 years old now and trying to love life in this screwed up world. My room no longer pink, the walls are a dark red color and the floor is black and red tiles. My style has changed from glitzy and girly to punk I guess you would say. I'm walking home from school humming along to my music playing through my headphones.  . I walked through the front door seeing 4 boys I didn't know and a familiar mop of curly hair.