Oh my sweet lord jesus I have 100 reads, ERMEHGURD. Keep voting and share it if you like it! I know its not much and its not very good but I will write a better story during the summer.
Live long and stay happy.
P.S after this chapter I'm going to try and write longer chapters :)
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Half way through the summer holidays and I wasnt away with my family on a fun, bonding holiday.
Oh no.
On one warm June night, I lay pushing the heel of each of my hands into each of my ears, blocking out the shouts I was oh so used to. Wishing I was back at school with the people I loved - no, the people I enjoyed loving. Of course I loved my family, too. I couldn't help but love the broken pieces that were once a happy little family. I clung to the idea that sweet family would come back, one day. Piece it self back together somehow.
As Veronica Roth wrote, 'I thought I had gotten to the point where I didn't need my brother anymore, but I don't think such a point actually exists.' That decribes my relationship with my brother, really. I hate what he does with his life and sometimes I just wished he would move to Africa or something but I know, deep down I love him and I wouldn't be able live without him.
I missed Dusty -and all my friends - that summer. Most of all the greif for Cas gripped me in the most horrific way.
Her funeral had been in June, two weeks after she was murdered. It was one of the saddest days of my life. I had told myself that I wouldn't cry but as soon as I saw my friends standing by her coffin, crying their eyes out, all the emotion from that horrible day came rushing back.
I would kill both of Meg's acquaintances if it was that last thing I ever did.
After three months of being on the edge of depression, it all stopped the moment I saw them.
I ran up to them and into a massive group hug, a muddle of limbs and hair in my face. I didn't care, I was happy and they were happy and that was all that mattered.
