FOR A BROTHER

I curled softly into my cold bed and lay their slowly drifting off to sleep, my imagination took over my head and I began to think about me as a princess.

"Darcy can I come in?"

A voice called from behind my long bed room door.

"Yes" I said rolling over as the door opened and the hallway light beamed straight through me.

It was my brother Liam.

He sat down on the end of my bed and said "you know I love you".

I nodded.

"I always will" he said standing up and kissing me softly on my head.

"Now go to sleep".

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fuck. I had the dream again!

I woke up and reached out for my glass of water.

I would have the same dream every single night I'm guessing it was because that was the last time i ever spoke to Liam.

Liam disappeared when he was 15 and I was 10.

I'm now 16 and to be honest I still remember the day like it was yesterday.

2 years ago police gave up the search for my brother, but I think his still alive.

Well I know his still alive.

I see him sometimes, out of the corner of my eye. And when I turn around he suddenly disappears.

I tell my parents all the time but they say I'm just grieving. I know the difference between a ghost and a real human and I know his still here.

My parents are shipping me off to my aunties tomorrow in Central London because she can't cope with my behaviour.

She done exactly the same to Liam when he was 14 and then a year later he went missing. Apparently he was involved with some sort of gang. A big gang.

I'm attending the same school that he went to and to be honest I'm quite happy for a fresh start.

When my brother went missing I began to go a little bit crazy and when I got to 13 that's when I hit rock bottom. The drinking started, the drugs the smoking, the boys. But all that's stopped now because I need to start fresh.

I rolled over staring at the 2 big suitcases that lay next to my bed. I slowly closed my eyes and drifted off to sleep.

"Darcy wake up" I felt my mum shaking me.

I sat up slowly and rubbed my eyes. My mum left the room and I stared at myself in the Long mirror. I brushed my long ish dirty blonde which laid just underneath my breast and I watched a few freckles appear from under my cheeks my dark brown eyes looked so tired and drained.

I pulled out a grey track suit and oconverses and chucked it on.

I grabbed a small hair band and put my hair up in a pony tail.

"Hurry up!" My mum screamed from downstairs.

"I'm fucking coming" I said shouting picking up both my suitcases and shoving my iPhone in my pocket.

"Can I have some help! I can't exactly carry these by myself" I shouted down the stairs.

Mum entered the room and picked up one of the suit cases. I moved past her and cuffed her shoulder.

"Thanks mum" she sarcastically said behind my back taking the mic out of me.

I huffed and pulled my suitcase down the stairs.