We're broken people.

Mom coming to hospital

Cameron's Pov:

It's been a week without my brother. Without eating. Without doing anything. My mom and dad haven't came to the hospital yet. I don't know if they were informed of everything.

"Cameron someone is here to see you." The nurse said coming into the room.

"Tell them to go away." I said in my monotone. I state outside the window into the pouring rain.

"It's your mother. She wants to see you." She said shaking with fear of what my reaction might be. I've gotten more ruthless ever since he died. I don't show any emotion and just nod at her.

Two minutes later my mother comes in.

"My baby is ok. What happened and where is Alex?" She came right in my face and hugged me for what seemed like a millisecond.

"He's gone." I said showing no emotion. I said I was going to be strong that's what he wanted.

I still kept looking out the window. I couldn't come face to face with my mom.

"What do you mean he's gone? He went to a different hospital. Is he ok. I want to see him. And whenever you speak to me show me respect. I am your mother! Now tell me where he is!" She asked well more like commanded me.

I tuned my head and gave her a glare. A deadly glare that shows I am talking serious.

"I mean that he is dead. He died about a week ago and you weren't there. He died and went to go dance with the angels like he always wanted to do." I said staring at her reaction.

"He's dead! That long! THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT YOU WORTHLESS PIECE OF SHIT! I NEVER WANTED YOU BUT I KEPT YOU! I CAN'T BELIEVE THIS AND I'LL NEVER BE ABLE TO FORGIVE YOU! IT'S ALL YOUR FAULT HE DIED. ALL YOUR FAULT!" She came towards me and slapped me across the face. It left me a sting. At least this is not the first time she has ever hit me before so I'm used to it.

I showed no emotion and she was just beating me. She threw punches at my face. She threw me on the floor by my hair. She kicked me in the stomach over and over again. She wouldn't stop. I just laid there and tried so hard not to scream. I couldn't feel anything. I just laid there emotionless.

The nurses came in and took her away. They helped me get into bed and they checked on my beatings. They added something to them and gave me sleeping pills. I took them and drank them with the water they gave me.

I just wished I was the one who died instead.

Ω*Ω

1 week later.

It has been two weeks since the death of my brother. I have been released and was picked up by my driver.

I am in my bedroom just staring out the window into the dark sky. I see the stars twinkle. I know one of them is my brother.

We are going to have his funeral in two weeks. My mother hasn't forgiven me yet and my dad doesn't care what I do. He hasn't said anything to me.

I get of my couch and go to my bed. I lay there and just think how would life be without me.

Ever since my Alex died, there have been many reporters outside of our gates. They want the inside details of what truly happened and how we felt about this.

My phone has been blowing up with notifications and calls from my friends. I just couldn't check it.

I can't live without you Alex. I can't. I went into the bathroom took of my clothes and took a shower.

I rinsed my body and washed my hair. After that I quickly grabbed my towel and went into the closet. I grabbed a sweatshirt and some pajamas. I put on my undergarments and my clothes.

I go to my bed and try to fall asleep. I can't fall asleep. I open my phone as see all the messages about if I was fine or if I'm okay.

People know what happened and there are some people on Instagram who said it wasn't my fault. But there are people who wrote hateful comments.

"I wish you died instead of your brother."

"What where you thinking when going out?"

"Your a disgrace to your family."

"Go and kill yourself."

"Rot in hell you worthless piece of trash."

I put my phone away and cried myself to sleep. Maybe I will kill myself then I can be with my brother.