I Cant Begin To Comprehend.

Prologue:

December 19, 2012. That's the day my little brother died. It's somewhat blurry and I'm not really sure how to explain it. It just kind of happened.

*flashback*

"Delilah please!!!" I groaned at Jack's attempt to get me out of bed and rolled over.

"C'mon! I reeeeally need this game! It's got robots and spider monkeys and and..."

"Fine!" There's no way I would say no.

"You have the money right? I'm not paying."

"Yes!" He almost screams. How do kids get up so early? With that he almost skips out of my room. Not only how do kids get up so early, how are they so energetic? I pull on some jeans and a sweatshirt, grabbing some boots on the way out of my room to the kitchen.

"Ready to go!?" I scream to Jack. Where is that kid?

"Yeah! Coming!" He runs out from the hallway and jumps right in front of me.

"Okay" I laugh. No matter how annoying he is I love him with all my heart.

I put on my boots and we head out. Mom and dad already at work, I mean it's what? 11 something AM? Seeing it's the middle of winter, there's heaps of snow everywhere, but last night there was a bad freeze. Ice. Yay. And sadly I don't have a car. Guess we'll be walking then. Off to the local grocery store.

"Jack be careful. The ice is slippery. Hold my hand, please?" I plead. I swear he's gonna get hurt.

"No! I'm fine!" He declares.

"Okay well when we get to the main street you are." We walk another few blocks to 16th street. This is a scary street. It's too busy.

"Jack hold my hand!" I say as we reach the corner. Just in that moment he slips. Black Mercedes swerving into the sidewalk. Shit. Shit shit.

Oh god. He's not moving.

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He gets out of the car parked up on the side walk. I'm stunned. Harry Styles. What is Harry Styles doing in Washington D.C.? Who cares. I look at my brother lifeless on the street. Blood everywhere around him.

"Hello. Yes. We need and ambulance right away... He slipped and I couldn't stop and I... Hit him. 16th street and Belmont. Okay bye." I turn to look back at him.

"YOU! You did this!" I slide over to this...monster. "You killed him...killed him." I can't even comprehend what's going on. I land on my knees and sob.

*flashback over*

That's when it got blurry. I remember the ambulance taking us to the hospital. Me sitting by his bed. My parents showing up. The doctor telling us he died immediately after impact. Then we went home that day and stared at the TV watching the evening news talk about the incident.

Harry Styles killed my brother.