We arrived at my house which was still mostly standing. I walked inside to find my brother, dead. I burst out crying just at the sight of it. I bent down and took the beanie off his head and placed it on mine. I then shut his eyes and kissed his forehead. "I'll love you forever. You'll always be my twin." I whispered. I pulled a blanket over the dead body so I wouldn't see it. I walked up the crushed stairs and began packing my things that weren't ruined. This included my laptop, headphones, most of my clothes, phone charger, Polaroid camera and film, makeup, care essentials, hair brush, camcorder, and hats. When I went to grab my guitar, my baby, it disintegrated in my hand. I burst out crying. Music was my life and my guitar had just crumbled at the touch. Same thing with my glasses so I took my contacts. I went into my mothers room and grabbed a shattered picture of me, her, and my brother and her music box.I went into my brothers room and grabbed his hats, a sweatshirt, his cologne, and his phone. I still knew the password so that helped. I also took his white and black Penny board. I looked around the house to look for anything else that is still useful and noticed a family DVD. I shoved it in my suitcase and looked at the remains of my house. The place I grew up in. I said bye to my now dead twin and closed the front door. I walked out of the house with tears streaming down my face. Mitch looked at me and began crying.
