Chapter 4: the notebook

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I assume you all think I mean the notebook give to me by Liam.

If you think this, it could not be further from the truth.

I mean the movie. The movie I watched non stop for the duration of my time in the hospital. The movie which I could recite word for word. The sadest movie I've ever watched behind Marley and me. Man that shit is sad. Excuse my language. But I'm sure I'm allowed to curse when I'm a ticking time bomb. A thing from the fault in our stars. A book which I will never see become a movie. But I have worse things to think about.

While watching this movie one Saturday with my older brother, Noah, when he paused it. "What's happening with your stuff? Have you figured it out yet?" "Why would you ask?" I raised my eyebrows and he sighed. "I mean, when people die they have a will, right? Do you have one?" I shook my head. "Would you like me to help you?" My brother was 21. The eldest of us. Currently training to be a lawyer. We looked like twins. Expect he was a few inches taller. I thought it over and nodded. He pulled out a black leather book from his bag and a pen with the local firm's logo on it. "So we'll go through each person in the family and work out that way," I nodded and he clicked the pen, writing 'mum' with a '-' next to it. "My make up, jewellery and my gold watch." I said without hesitation. He scrawled it down. Dad's was just as easy. "Any pictures of family," it was lame, but I don't have much. "Kyle?" He asked and I had to think about this one. I then remembered I had a little blue teddy bear I've had since I was 3. His age. "All my old teddies,". "Liam?" A tear slid down my face. I'd always had something put aside for him. "My locket and a pair of dog tags I got for him,". We made our way through all my friends and anyone else important. "And finally, Zayn?" "All my usher CDs" and he laughed. "He'll love that," "I know! Look after him for me?" And he nodded. He knew much he meant to me. I couldn't let them mope around. They had to keep moving on. Together.

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