I covered my ears tightly with my hands. My older brother, Andy, held me tighter, protectively. Constant yelling and smashing of glass could be heard a few rooms away.
"Its alright Johanna. It'll be OK." Andy whispered. He basically raised me. Our parents fighting all the time, they didn't 'have time' to take care of us. So, we fended for ourselves, together. A few seconds later Andy started singing to me quietly. He was an amazing singer. I always talk him that he would be famous some day. As Andy sang, i started to drift of to sleep. after a minute or two, i was dreaming.
The next morning____
I woke up in my bed with a blanket covering me. A bit of light was making it way in through my drapes. I stood up and started walking on the cold, hard floor. I opened my door and closed my eyes at the bright sunlight. I started making my way downstairs. It was completely empty and the glass was cleaned up. I hurried up to Andy's room to find he wasn't there. I looked for at least an hour and there wasn't a trace of him anywhere. I was about to give up looking when i heard a quiet sob from my parents room. i slowly opened the door and saw my mother crying into my dads shoulder. A few tears started to prick at my eyes.
"Mom? Dad?" I said. The words felt foreign.
"Wheres Andy?" I asked quietly. They made no movement in any way. Eventually my mom looked up and wiped her tears. She stood up and knelt down in front of me.
"Johanna... Last night, probably after you fell asleep, Andy left." She stuttered along. I felt a few more tears prick my eyes before i quickly walked out of the room and into mine. I picked up my phone off of the bed and dialed Andy's number. I waited along time until the answering machine started.
"Andy? Where are you?" i asked after the beep. I hung up and laid on my bed. i sat up against the head post of the bed and hugged my knees. i ducked my head down and began to sob quietly.
For the next 6 years i lived my life like usual. Just a bit different. I hadn't talked to anyone until i got to high school. I was that quiet loner kid. In my first year of high school I made 1 friend. His name is Sunny. He has black hair that is just below his ears and really bright green eyes. (black hair, green eyes. wow i love harry potter) He, Sunny, is my only friend, and he is gay. He has been like a brother for my high school life, and the only reason I'm living. That's only half true. The other half in Andy. I say I'm gonna meet him again, some day.
6 Years later(YAY!)
"Just because we're in California doesn't mean your gonna find him. If you do, well, then you do." Sunny told me. He was always brutally honest.
"Well there is a chance. This is a good thing anyway. I've never been out of Ohio." I told him. We had just gotten off of a plain that went straight from Ohio to California.
"Well, then ITS AN ADVENTURE!" he yelled. He got odd looks from by passers. I could see my bag on the bag pickup thingy but i couldn't get to it.
"TALL PERSON WITH BLACK HAIR! PLEASE GET THAT!" I yelled over the noice. The tall man with black hair handed me the bag. I smiled, thanked him, and walked away.
" Um, Johanna. You should have looked at him." Sunny told me as we walked away. (SUNNY IS TO A BOYS NAME!)
"Why?" I asked laughing.
"Because it was Andy you dumb ass." He said.
"HAH!" i made an odd noice. I turned back around and saw him. I pretended to stand next to him to get a bag.
"Been awhile."I said and laughed awkwardly.
"Hm?" Andy asked, Knowing i was talking to him. I looked over at him.
