What you and I could've been

Life

"GOD DAMMIT, JESS WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN THERE?!!!"
My sister Beca had been yelling at me at 7:00pm on a Friday for being in the bathroom. Amazing.
"Just let me finish." I told her.
I could hear her mumbling anger as she was stomping her foot on the floor.
"Cut her some slack Bec, she needs time in the bathroom as well." My mom explained.
"IM GOING TO THIS PARTY, MOM. I WILL NOT HAVE IT RUINED BY THIS LITTLE SHITHEAD!" She insulted me.
"There I'm done." I said as I walked out with my hands in the air.
"Good." Beca said as she shoved me out of the way.
My mom and I stood there staring at the slammed bathroom door.
"Really? And you ground me for getting a C in science?" I asked my mom.
She walked away. Well that's just great. Beca gets everything in the world that she wants while I get punished for even speaking to the teacher in school.
"This is ridiculous." I said walking away while Beca came out of the bathroom with her face all ready.
"Ok mom lets go." She said excitingly.
Mom motioned her to get in the car. Beca walked like a fabulous little rockstar to the car. Mom followed her behind.
"Won't be long, Jess." She said.
I heard the front door close. I was finally home alone. As the car was pulling out of the drive way, I began to put on my sweater.
"I'm coming, Blake." I whispered.
I grabbed my bag along with my camera and headed for the garage. I opened the old door to the dark and dusty garage that my mom doesn't bother to clean.
"There you are." I said as I walked to my bike. I began pulling it to the exit.
I looked up to see a regular cloudy sky. Not to cold, not to warm. I liked it. I began to pedal.
After riding for about 20 minutes, I finally arrived to the destination. I knew in my head that Blake would listen to me. He would understand my troubles. I hopped off my bike and began walking past a huge cement sign.
'San Francisco Cemetery' it read on the stone structure. I began following the trail that lead to Blake. After a few minutes, I was finally in front of his tombstone.

Blake Steven Gallegos
Born: Aug. 12 1989
Died: Jan. 24  2016
We will forever remember your greatness that you brought to this world. Your smile that warmed our hearts, and your broadness that enlightened our days. Love from your sisters and mother.

I stared at the cement tomb. I almost wanted to tear up. Blake was mine and Beca's older brother. He actually cared about me. He would give me great advice for school, and he would be there for me when I had emotional struggles. He died when I was 14. Not even a lifetime did I get to spend it with him. He had dreams, and plans, all of which he never achieved. He wanted to move to great places and I vowed to go with him. But no one ever expected that he had cancer. It was life destroying for him. He ate less, he dreamed less, I guess in a way he was becoming hopeless like me at this point. He hoped that he would live, but cancer got the best of him.
"Hey Blake." I said half choking on my emotions.
Nothing. No response.
"I wanted to say that I feel like you're the only one who really cares right now. Beca has become even meaner than the day before, and guess what? The days are just going to keep coming."
Still nothing.
"I know your gone, and it crushes me every time I think about it, but even though your really gone, I feel like you're the only one who's here."
The wind started blowing against my uncovered skin. It's probably going to rain.
"God, Blake how I wish you were here right now. You would know how to make my sadness go away."
Quiet.
"Nothing can make me feel better."

But maybe it can. Hope for it. Dream for it. You'll see.

I shook my head from the empty mind that I was conceiving. I felt empty inside. Like there was no such thing as happiness. No such thing as hope.
"You're the only one I love." I said sobbing.
I placed my head on the tomb. My tears began sinking into the cracks of the old cement. I felt light headed for a few minutes, but my mind redirected to the thought of meeting Jacob.