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I woke up thinking "please be a dream," but no I wake up to be in a hospital bed.

***Flashback***

"Mom Dad have you heard from Dylan lately?"

"Sorry we haven't," I sighed then sit back in my seat. I've been thinking about my brother a lot lately. The question I keep asking myself is when did he decide to become such a douchbag and start ignoring us? Then I remember when he made a band with the other douchbags I hate. Hollywood undead. That's right, my brother is Dylan Alvarez.

When I came out of my thoughts all I saw was a bright light then I just remember seeing darkness.

***end of flashback***

That's why I'm in the hospital bed. I heard the door open and I saw the nurse and doctor walk in with sad expressions on their faces.

"We are sorry to inform you that both of you parents died last night. There was nothing we could do,"

After I heard those word I lost it. Then they started speaking again

"Do you have any family members to call who will take care of you?"

I slowly nod my head "My brother Dylan,"

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