Brandon Garcia

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I sit on my couch surrounded by my mother and father, and a few friends as we wait to get more news on Brooke. "Brandon everything is going to be okay. She'll return back home, don't worry." My father puts an arm around me as he says that. "Yeah dude, don't worry about it. She's practically addicted to you. She'll come back." My friend James had said who was sitting at the kitchen table, not that far away from the living room couch.
I hear them say this, and as much as I hope it's true, I know it's not. She's not coming back for me; or anyone. I put my head in my hands and let the tears come pouring out of my eyes and onto the floor. "Sweetie don't cry! Everything will be just fine." My mother says as she hands me a box of tissues. "No! She's never coming back! Not for me, not for anyone!" I'm screaming then as I get off the couch and run outside, running into the woods. "Brandon come back, your taking this to far!" I could hear my mother yell from the front porch. I look back and my father is putting his hand on her shoulder, and their walking back inside.
They don't get it. She's the love of my life, and she's gone! I won't be able to see her beautiful face, or hear her cute little laugh that turns into a squeak at the end, or feel her long brown hair in between my fingers at night as we show our love for eachother. I push these thoughts out of my head and keep running as far as I can into the woods until my legs give in, and I fall face first into the ground taking in a mouthful of dirt.
As I get up I wipe the dirt off my tan jeans and walk further into the woods looking around as I do. "Brandon?" It's almost as I can hear Brooke's voice right next to me; my head snaps to the right. "Brooke? I'm over here baby!" I shout. I get no response. I think I'm going insane. I fall onto the ground and shout Brooke's name over and over again while the tears come rolling off my cheeks. "BROOKE!" I scream her name as loud as I can at the top of my lungs. I pound both of my fist on the ground and scream and cry all at the same time.
I'm laying on the ground on my back crying Brooke's name quietly as I hear heavy footsteps coming towards me. "Come on son, let's get you inside and all cleaned up. It's past dark." My fathers voice says to me. "Dad she's gone! She's never coming back!" He pulls me to my feet and he hugs me, my head buried in his shoulder while his arms wrap around me comforting me. "It's going to be alright buddy." He soothes the words into my ear. I'm sobbing into his shoulder as he pats my back, and we begin walking back to the house.

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My father and I walk into the front door and my mother runs to me with her arms outstretched, pulling me into a hug. "Don't you ever run away like that again. Do you understand me?" I nod my head, and she pulls away telling me to take a shower and head straight to bed. I do as she says, walking up the stairs headed for the bathroom.
I walk into my bathroom and close the door behind me, locking the door nob and My eyes wonder to the faucet of the bathtub; I walk to it, turning my tub on, then the shower. I strip myself of my clothes and I walk into my shower letting the hot water hit my face and roll off of my body.
I let my eyes wander to a razor that's sitting on the edge of the tub that I use to shave my face with; I hesitate before grabbing it, and looking at it closely. Should I do this? I think to myself. I break the razor, and take the blades out of it as I drop the plastic razor onto the tub floor. I press the new blade onto my wrist and hesitate before swiping from left to right, seeing the blood slowly ooze from my left wrist. It wasn't a lot, as I don't intend to kill myself; just enough so I can let the pain from the inside come out and escape my body. My eyes close and I press the now red blade to my skin again and slice my wrist from left to right in a quick motion. I wince at the pain, but notice this cut is bleeding more than the last; I quickly put the blade away and finish my shower.

**Hey! I'm sorry that this chapter was shorter than the rest. There's not much to add about Brandon but I hope you guys are loving the book so far. Stay tuned for more chapters!**

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