My brother is alive, he's not dead, after the accident I gave up hope, I was put in care and never heard from him again.
I was 4, I was only 4 I didn't know what happened, I was 4
Isaac he's not dead. I was told off my "parents" he was, I was told he died a long time ago, I have found that one person that has been missing out in my life ever since I was 4.
My whole life has been so messed up I have bullied ever since I started school, I have no friends and I'm in and out of foster homes like it's a shop.
My life, my "family" is far from normal, we don't sit at the table and have a nice meal together, we don't have a family retreat to an exotic island every year. I don't have a family. My earliest memory of Isaac is my dad abusing him shouting at him "this is all your fault" "your hopeless" "you don't deserve anything or anyone" he would punch him and lock him in the freezer in the basement. I'd hear screaming and crying every time it happened, I wish I could have saved him...but instead I would always try and stay out the way I didn't want to make things worse ... like I always do.
We were in the car and it came out of nowhere then I blacked out my mother she disappeared I woke up in a hospital bed with my brother holding my hand he said "I'm sorry" that's the last thing he ever said to me. My father told me I was going to stay with my aunt Louisa for a week, which turned into a month, which turned into a year. My aunt Louisa died after having a heart attack 2 years ago, I was put in foster care.
I am now 15 and looking for my brother, Isaac still lives in beacon hills, which is where I am going right now.
