I sat with Paul he would not leave his bed except to use the bathroom. He would not shower. I know I felt like he was a brother to me. I sat and cried. I hated to see him like this. There was no happiness left. He just had that blank stare. He had not said a word to anyone since the night someone hurt Till. Paul usually never shuts up. He lost all interest in everything.
I just wanted my brother back. I know the person who hurt him and Till had hurt him bad. I left the room and got my keyboard. I sat on the floor and played. I didn't know Richard was watching. I wrote a song. I played it. I heard crying. I looked up to see Richard.
"That was nice."
"Thank."
At that moment we heard a loud noise. I ran to see what it was and I should not have done that. I don't remember what happened next.
