I had to move out of New York. I just had to. To get away from all of the tragedy. I moved to Patten, Maine to live a quiet life. I had to leave because I had just found out that my 12-year-old brother had drowned. I’m sorry. Let me introduce myself. I’m Mia Watts, I am 22 years old and at the moment, I am pretty sure I’m an only child. I had lost my 2 baby brothers. One of them was only 15 years old when he was kidnapped on his way home from school. His name is Emmett. My mother is sure he is dead. The other, Peter, my sunshine, always so happy, drowned. He and my dog Linus were outside playing in the yard. Apparently, he had slipped and fell into the 18 foot drop into the waterways in town. He couldn’t get up and no one heard him scream. His body, however, was found. Three days later.
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“12-year-old Peter Watts from upstate New York found dead in the waterways three days after he had gone missing. Further information-” The newscaster had begun to speak. I shut the television off because I couldn’t deal with the heartache of losing my baby brother. Losing my sunshine. My days will forever be without the sun.
Moving away from my grieving mother was easily one of the hardest things I’ve ever done. When I looked for a place to start over, I found Patten, Maine. It was hard enough when my 15-year-old brother Emmett was kidnapped 3 months ago. Never to be found. Like he had vanished. My mother was a shell of a housewife, and all she wanted was for her baby boy to return.
