Chapter One

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"Would you just listen to me!"
Screaming yelling, I'm not sure what to do.
"Why? Just so you can nag me again? You're not my fricking mother, Ana!"
But at least I can say I got you.
"Why are you such an ass to me, Richard? I'm going through enough with my brother dying! And now I have a drunk as a husband, who I know doesn't love me!"
Please come to my aid soon.
"I drank one beer! And suddenly I'm a drunk! God, Ana, stop using your brother against me! I didn't call cancer and ask it to start killing your brother!"
Silence is now what fills the room.
Which means the fighting is through.
But the damage is done.
This battle has only begun.
Tears are streaming down her face
And he's wondering what beer to drink
To replace
His dark unnatural thoughts.
"You're a-"
I get up from my desk in the living room, and head to my room. As I walk into my room, I notice a lump under my covers, Aiden.
"I'm scared, Rosie." My 7 year old brother says.
"Me too, bud, me too." I say as I sit down next to him, "It's okay though, we can make it together, okay?"
"Okay...Rosie?"
"Yeah, Aiden?"
"Do you think our family will get fixed? Like before?"
"I don't know bud, maybe."
Aiden looks down and I feel bad for not telling him that everything will be perfect like before, but I can't lie to him. I just cant.
"Hey, Aiden, you wanna have a sleepover?"
"Really?" He asks, his bright green eyes like saucers.
"Yeah, why not?"
Aiden jumps up and runs to his room, returning in record time with his blanket, a pillow, and of course Brano, his big stuffed dog I got him on his first birthday. At least there is one person on this earth I know I love, and I know loves me too.

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