Depressed | Phan {EDITING}

thirty

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phanart by emkabob
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ADRIAN

"Adrian?" Katie, my foster mum, calls, "Could you come downstairs?"

I sigh, putting my guitar back in it's case. I guess practice will have to wait till later.

"Yeah?" I say, walking down the steps.

Katie comes into the hall, with a sad look on her face. She motions me into the kitchen and shuts the door behind us.

"I, um, I don't really know how I should say this," she coughs, "The police just called."

"W-What did I do?" I ask, confused and slightly scared.

"You're not in trouble, Adrian. Don't worry," she smiles sympathetically.

"What's happened then?" I say, concerned.

"It's your brother - Daniel..." she sighs, looking down at the phone grasped in her two hands.

"H-He's in prison?" I say, shocked. Dan was an amazing person - he couldn't have got himself in trouble, unless it was a misunderstanding.

"No, Adrian," she looks back at me, a sad look in her eyes, "He's dead."

"W-What?" I say, in disbelief, stumbling backwards a little.

"I'm really sorry, Adrian."

"B-But he... He can't. He - He promised... Once he's eighteen, he's coming back to get me," I cry out, "He's coming back with mum and dad!"

"Adrian, please," she comforts, holding onto my shoulder.

But, almost immediately, I push her off me, "How did this happen? How could he leave me here?"

"When he dropped you here, he asked me to give you this, when the time was right," she sighs, handing me a white envelope with my name scrawled on the front of it, in Dan's handwriting.

I gasp suddenly, the angry emotions bubbling up inside me seeming to fizzle out into nothing.

"It's for you and only you, do you understand?" she says, sternly.

"Y-Yeah," I stutter, calming down a little, but still in utter disbelief. I attempt to wipe away the streams of tears, falling down my face.

"Right, can you go upstairs to your room? Read the letter and then get yourself ready to go out and see him, alright?"

I nod, sadly, before stumbling out of the room and up the stairs, grasping tightly onto the letter. I carry on walking up to my bedroom, straining myself to stop more tears from falling.

Finally, I get to my door and open it, running over to my bed and collapsing into a weak ball of tears. I repeatedly punch my pillow, in agony, crying out and shouting at the world.

What did this? What caused my brother to have to die? A murderer? A car crash? A heart attack?

I just can't think of anyone who'd want to hurt him... Surely mum and dad would've been able to save him?

I sigh into the white material, my face still buried in the stuffing. I take long breaths, in and out, trying to calm myself down.